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Chapter
11
Julia hurried to
the office, took
stock of the situation and ordered Craig to carry Flavius to his
bedroom. Craig's legs buckled under him as he tried to stand up. He
had sat still for so long that he had lost all feeling in his arse
and feet. She immediately summoned Ty, Craig's lover and companion.
Flavius had
permitted the two to
live together and since then, their love and devotion for each other
had become the stuff of gossip throughout the Palace, including it's
guests.
Ty's confidence
had improved but he
was still terrified of being noticed by his masters. This time he
grasped the situation and was able to take Flavius from Craig, while
Alan helped Craig to stand.
As always Julia
looked on, amazed at
the way the slaves worked. Her husband had controlled every move,
never giving them a chance to rectify a mistake but always ready to punish. Flavius gave them their heads and left
them to get the job done. Julia could see the benefits in Flavius'
methods as the little procession made it's way to the bedroom.
"Would My Lady
care to retire
while we undress him and put him to bed?" Craig asked.
"Yes. Thank you.
Strip off
yourselves so that you can get in with him. Make sure there's always
one to hold him but apart from that make yourselves at home. I'll be
back shortly."
It would not do
for Flavius to be
embarrassed by Julia to seeing him naked but, of course, slaves had
no such modesty.
Alan was sent
back to the House of
Sparta when she returned to the bedroom. Ty was in bed with Flavius still clinging
tightly while Craig was gently exercising to get the circulation
going properly. He froze and stood when Julia entered the room but
she simply reminded him to make himself at home.
Like all slaves,
Craig was fit,
without any fat on him; Julia appreciated the view. When he finished,
uncertain what to do he nervously sat down opposite Julia only
relaxing when Julia nodded approvingly.
No
one
spoke, not wanting to disturb Flavius. Julia decided to wait until
morning before calling the doctor though she was determined that
Flavius was going to see one but sleep seemed the best idea for now.
The
whole Palace spent the night quietly worried. For the first time
Steven refused an invitation to visit General Maximilian. The General
headed straight for the Palace ready to wait all night in the waiting
room but was shown up to the House of Sparta. Luke and Brutus stayed
close to their fathers. Alan and Marcus clung to Titus while Hans and
Steven sought reassurance from Harold but Steven soon found himself
on General Maximilian's lap. The boys might enjoy the challenges of
their lives in the House of Sparta but they could revert to being
children without feeling embarrassed.
Ty
and
Craig slept in shifts with Flavius. Ty had to cope with sitting
opposite Julia and accepting the drinks and refreshments she offered
him.
Flavius
began to stir not long after dawn. Craig was back in the bed with him
and was awake instantly. Flavius was aware of the comforting warmth
of the body beside him before he opened his eyes and his first
conscious act was to move Craig's hand down onto his cock.
"We
have company, Master." Craig murmured quietly in his ear.
It
woke
him enough to look around and saw his Mother and Ty sitting watching
him.
"Good
morning, Mother," he said still sleepy, "What's going on?"
"You're
ill," Julia said simply, "Just lie there and rest."
"But
I've got to report to Hans and deal with Publicus and those guys from
the Town Hall and General Maximilian's weekly report and
................" Flavius tailed off.
"Hold
him, Craig. He is not to get up until I say so."
She
picked up the intercom handset.
"Is
that celebrity nude models
Hans?"
"Good.
Flavius wants to report to the House of Sparta. I say he needs to
rest and be checked over by the doctor. What do you say?"
"Hang
on for a moment and repeat it, will you?"
She
put
handset to Flavius ear saying, "Very well."
"You
are to to do as your Mother says until the doctor says you are fit."
"Yes
but....." Flavius tried to argue.
"There
are no buts," Hans cut in, "You do as you are told."
"Yes
sir." Flavius said, not realising that he had called Hans, sir, in
front of his Mother.
"Thank
you, Hans. Julia said, "Perhaps Titus and you would join me for
lunch. We'll decide what needs to be done."
Hans
said something to Julia.
"No.
It's no insult to you but Craig and nonude kim model
Ty are simply slaves and he has
no duties or obligations concerning them. He'll rest better with
them."
Turning
to Craig she asked, "Who child model movie would you be most scared of disobeying?
Flavius, Hans or me?"
Craig
caught the laughter in her eyes, "If it came to the Master's well
being, it would be a toss up between you and Hans."
"Good!
Don't you forget it. You are in charge until the doctor gives the all
clear and Flavius will be in your care.
She
paused for a moment.
"You
know. I can't believe that I've just said that." she said, "His
father must be turning in his grave at such an idea. Just see that he
rests."
Craig
smiled, "Don't worry, My Lady. I'll tie him to the bed if I have
to."
"Oh,
I
don't care what games you boys get up to. You look as though your
cock is up his arse already. Just no worries or responsibilities,
understood."
Craig
had turned bright red and Flavius was grinning. He had got preten nakid modeles used to
his mother's new ways.
"I
didn't know that you knew about such things, Mother." he said,
"What sort of lessons have you been receiving from your dance
teacher?"
"None
that your father would have approved of," she laughed, "I never
knew how a man could react to a bit of bondage."
Kissing
Flavius on the forehead she left.
"Can
I
get up to go to the bathroom, please sir," Flavius asked, amused
sarcasm in his voice, "I promise that I won't try to escape."
"You'll
spend the rest of the day tied down, if you do try. Don't forget I've
got permission."
"And
don't forget I'm the head of this household." Flavius said
petulantly.
"So
do
you want to defy your mother and Hans at the same time?"
Flavius
grinned and shook his head and headed for the bathroom.
"How
can you talk to our owners like that?" Ty asked, "Aren't you
scared of being punished?"
"A
little bit. If I go too far then I probably will be." Craig
admitted, "Flavius and, nowadays, the Lady Julia see us as human
beings, not animals so they give us some leeway. Anyway, it's our
duty to make Flavius well and if I have to keep my promise then I
will and risk the punishment. We owe Flavius that much."
"You
wouldn't dare tie me up." Flavius said, grinning, "I'm going to
get dressed then get some work done in my office."
He
was
partly serious. He felt guilty at the thought of just lazing around.
School would be starting again soon and he had neglected his studies
during the long break. Another part just wanted to see how far he
push Craig and was excited by the possibilities of him being in
control.
Craig
had hoped that Flavius would just cooperate but it seemed that he
wanted to play. Craig lunged forward and grabbed Flavius before
throwing him on the bed. Craig straddled him, pinning his arms and
telling Ty to find some cord or something. All he found were silk
ones in Flavius' dressing gowns then watched in terrified enthralment
as Craig tied their Lord and Master, spread-eagle to the bed.
Flavius
true feelings were obvious as his member crept up along his stomach
and he grinned at Craig who lay down beside him.
"I've
often wondered whether Noble Lords are ticklish," Craig said, "I
think I'm going to find out out."
As
Craig
drew his finger nail across Flavius' armpit then down his side to his
hips, Flavius squirmed and squealed with delight, the noise getting
louder as Craig began work on his thighs.
Suddenly
the door opened and Matthew entered. Ty flung himself into a corner
petrified and sobbing. Even Craig felt a bit nervous as he stood up.
"The
Lady Julia is here with the doctor," Matthew said, unperturbed by
the scene, "If you'd cover him just enough to receive his Mother,
I'll admit them. Pull yourself together, Ty. You're models nude sex not in trouble."
Julia
chose to wait outside while the doctor examined her son. The doctor
was a little taken aback by seeing his patient spread out before him
but quickly recovered. He pulled back the sheet.
He
sat
down beside Flavius and carried out the usual doctor checks,
listening with a stethoscope, taking his temperature, pulse and so
on. He checked Flavius' eyes then had Craig release his hands so that
he could examine Flavius' back before telling Craig that he could
secure the boy again. He drew his finger across Flavius' instep
watching how Flavius reacted. Finally he grabbed Flavius' cock and
pumped a couple of times before taking some blood samples.
He
then
began talking to Flavius. If the physical examination had left
Flavius feeling exposed then the questions the doctor asked, left him
feeling more naked than bbw adult models he believed possible.
Finally
the doctor was satisfied and stood up to leave indicating that Craig
should follow.
Outside
the bedroom, Julia, Titus and Hans were waiting anxiously.
"Physically
he's fine. I'll send these samples off but I don't expect them to
show anything." the doctor said, "His reactions are normal,
probably excellent for a boy of his age. Mentally though, he's
showing signs of stress. There's an accumulative effect from his
grief over the loss of his father, post traumatic stress from his
punishment and dealing with a plot against him. He's taking on the
school system and the Town Hall. It's natural for a boy of his age to
push boundaries but he's taking it to whole new levels."
His
audience grinned, relieved that the news did not seem to be too bad.
"We
all know from our history lessons how leaders with great potential
have turned into tyrants. We could possibly be seeing the start of
the process with Flavius. I know I'm stepping outside the boundaries
of medicine but I could start using words like paranoia, megalomania
and a few others to justify it. There's no sign that he is suffering
from those conditions but there aren't that many case histories to
say how they develop in someone in Flavius' situation."
"My
son has taught me to value an honest opinion," Julia said, "so
please speak freely on anything to do with Flavius' welfare."
"Very
well!" the doctor said, "We should consider an in-depth
assessment and arrange for appropriate counselling but I'd like to
try a simpler approach first."
He
turned to Craig.
"Are
you or your colleague involved with the Governor's work?"
"No
sir, I usually work in the kitchens."
"And
you're nothing to preeteen kids models do with the House of Sparta?"
"No
sir," Craig said simply.
"In
that case, carry on with your games. Sex is the best sort of therapy
for stress so feel free to drain his balls as often as you can. He'll
rebel at being kept in his bedroom after a time but keep him there
for at least twenty fours before you weaken and let him out. Even
then only let him visit his friends in the House of Sparta and you go
along with him. Fun, exercise, good food and no responsibilities for
at least two weeks then gradually get him back to his old routines
over another couple of weeks."
"Would
you write a note to that effect, please Doctor," Hans said, "The
Emperor is anxious to talk to him."
"Medically?
No way should he do that." the doctor said emphatically, "I'll
write the note but don't ask me to present it. I'm not standing up to
the Emperor."
"Hans
has already done that," Titus said, "He told him that he could
either wait and have a fit and healthy Governor doing his bidding or
not wait, and have a Governor incapable of running the province."
"You
got the strangest slaves I've ever come across." the doctor said,
"Have you got any that bow down and ask for mercy?"
"Not
since Flavius took over," Julia laughed, "but you'll find your
instructions are carried out to the letter."
The
doctor turned to Craig.
"You
have to provide continuity over the next few weeks. As he recovers
and mixes with the others more he'll need you less. I afraid you'll
just slip back to the kitchens and be forgotten."
"Yes
sir, I understand." Craig said, "Master Flavius has been good to
me so I'm happy to serve."
"Excuse
me, sir." Hans said, "Us boys run the House of Sparta and look
after our guests. Flavius would be expected to help."
"No
way for at the first two weeks. Complete rest means complete rest.
He's going to object for two reasons. First as part of the stress,
he'll have the feeling that he has to and later he'll want to
re-establish himself with his peers. If you're convinced it's the
latter then he can begin teens model angels
light duties but not if it's too soon. It'll
slow recovery."
"Thank
you doctor," Julia said, "We'll follow your advice. Is there
anything else?"
Only
that Flavius is likely to get angry and frustrated with this slave,"
the doctor replied nodding to Craig, "Again it's not really my
business but I'd hate to see him punished for doing a good job."
"Thank
you for the the warning, doctor," Julia said, "If Flavius
mistreated the slave he would feel bad about it afterwards. I assume
that would slow his recovery as well."
The
doctor nodded.
"So
would spilling a drink if he was serving it. I understand he does
that sort of thing in the House of Sparta. Any minor mishap could
seem like a major disaster. That's why he shouldn't do anything until
he's rested."
"I
suppose I'll have to tell the Emperor," Hans said unhappily.
"You
won't," Julia said, "One stressed out boy is enough. Titus, tell
the Board of Guardians to deal with it."
"Can
we visit?" Hans asked.
"Of
course," the doctor replied, "The slave should see that he
doesn't tire himself out but the more he's occupied, the better.
Another
thing, Boys like to pull the legs off spiders and other nasty things.
Flavius can do it with humans. I believe that's how his hysteria
started. Work out rules for what's acceptable for fun and games and
see that he gets little strars models a lot of pleasure within those rules. It'll help him
develop a more disciplined and healthy approach to these things.
You've already started but swing it around so that he is on top.
Supervise him by all means to see that he sticks to the rules but let
him use his imagination."
"Thank
you again, Doctor." Julia said, "Your advice will be
followed. Craig your part in this won't be forgotten but let's get
Flavius well first. Hans, I know you feel it's your duty to look
after my son but the other boys need you as well.
"Thank
you, My Lady," Hans replied.
"I'm
trusting you and Craig to work together on this," Julia said,
"Now you'd better get on."
At
Craig's invitation Hans followed him into the bedroom. The relief on
Ty's face lily model pics
was almost comical and he was close to tears.
"Thank
god you're back." he sobbed, "The Master's been ordering me to
release him and I can't stand up to him the way you teen model guestbook
can."
"In
that case he can stay tied to the bed while his friends visit. If he
behaves himself you can give him a blow job after they've gone."
Craig
saw the look on Ty's face.
"He's
our Master, my love." Craig said softly, "We have each other
because of him so don't begrudge him his rights to your body."
"No
Craig and I'm sorry Master." Ty whispered.
Hans
had
watched the scene approvingly.
"How
are you feeling? Flavius?" he asked.
"Fed
up! I seem to spend more time a prisoner than being Governor."
Flavius snapped.
Hans
sat
down on the bed and began playing with Flavius' cock which became
rock solid almost instantly. Flavius groaned in ecstasy.
"You
are to rest." Hans said, "You are not to worry about anything.
When you come back to the House of Sparta you will behave like a
guest until the doctor says you're fit. If I have to remind you I'll
take that chain off you. The Board of Guardians know what you want
and they'll attend to your official duties. Trust them. In the
meantime the only thing you have to decide is whether I should finish
you off now or whether you can wait for Ty's mouth."
Flavius
grinned at Hans.
"I
like that sort of decision," he said before becoming serious, "What
about Publicus. Craig was right. I wasn't going to torture him as a
warning or to get information. I was just looking forward to it."
"Why
not after what he tried to do to you?" Hans replied, "We'll deal
with him for now. You are going to rest and if a bit torture turns
you on then board teen model you can play with one of us. We'll just keep it as fun
though."
Flavius
nodded, "Thanks. I think I've got the message. You know I am
feeling teens nude model tired again. Will you finish it off and can I go to sleep for
a while?"
Hans
happily obliged and Flavius writhed and groaned as the pressure
mounted in his balls. When he came he came powerfully covering his
chest and stomach. Hans kissed Flavius and left, leaving Ty to gently
wash his Master down with a cloth. Maybe it was not the greatest of
jerk-offs but it drained Flavius emotionally and he was asleep before
Hans had left the room.
The
doctor had been right about Flavius' state of mind and now that
Flavius accepted that he was going to rest whether he liked it or
not, he was beginning to realise just how tired childmodel spars gallery
he was. Craig undid
Flavius' bonds and watched as his Master curled up. He lay down
beside the boy and was surprised as the boy wriggled around until he
firmly pressed into Craig. Craig mentally shrugged and wrapped his
arms around the boy.
************
Harold
still worked in the same office he worked in before becoming involved
Flavius' upbringing. He did not get as much work done as he used to
but his employers could see advantages in his connections with the
Governor's palace and were only too happy for him to keep his job
ticking over until Flavius no longer needed him.
Alan
had gone, bought by Titus and his assistant was now a free boy,
seventeen years old and well educated. Although his father was a
freed slave he had pushed his son to get the best possible education.
The boy, Mark, seemed an appropriate choice to work for Harold.
Harold
was having his morning chat with Mr. Jameson, his superior at work a
few days later when Mark stuck his head round the door looking
worried.
"Excuse
me sir," he said, "There was a call for you but I thought it was
someone playing a practical joke. It's being switched through here.
I'm to put it on speaker phone."
"Good
Morning Harold," a voice said, "I must say your security seems
better than mine."
"Good
Morning, sir. I'm sorry about that. Mark's new."
"Good
Morning Mr. Jameson. I'm sorry for intruding on you like this."
"Not
at all, I take it that it's Imperial business so I'll leave you to
it."
"No,
it's not necessary. I just wanted to know how Flavius was doing. I
get the official line if I contact the Governor's palace and Harold
has the habit of telling the truth."
"He's
fine, sir. It's hard to keep him from working but the rest is doing
wonders for him. I should have noticed how dull and tired he was
getting before."
"Do
you agree with a months rest, though?"
"Yes,
I do, sir." Harold replied, "We forgot he's only fourteen and we
let him take too much on."
"Very
well. Don't knock yourself out, Harold. These things can be difficult
to spot. I've heard what you've done with his cousin. It'll keep him
out of mischief. Mr. Jameson, your firm is introducing some
educational programmes. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"
"Not
really, sir." Mr Jameson replied, "But with our contacts we're
not really typical."
The
voice chuckled, "Perhaps not, but Harold's assistant appears to be
an excellent example, don't you think?"
"Oh
yes and not only him. We've filled one two vacancies by freeing
slaves and bonding them for a time. It's working very well."
"That's
good to hear. I must go. I'm afraid I'm a closet football fan and I
want to 15yo young models be done before the match this afternoon. Good Bye."
"I'm
glad I'm not the only one to like the game. I wish I could have
played when I was younger. Good bye, sir."
"Excuse
me, sir, but who was that?" Mark asked. "His voice seemed
familiar."
"It
should do." Harold replied with a grin, "It was the Emperor."
Mr.
Jameson and Mark stared at him.
"I
told him to fuck off and stop playing games." Mark said, "I
thought it was a ukraine models 12yo
wind up when he said he was calling from the
Imperial Palace. I only believed him when he gave me a Rome number to
call."
"You'll
have to improve your telephone manner, Mark." Harold replied, "Even
if it had been a wind up, it might have been an important client.
We've got some odd characters on the books."
"I'm
sorry, sir. I'll be more careful in the future."
"You'd
better. You won't get away with swearing at the Emperor too often."
"If
it's not breaking a confidence can you tell us what really happened
and where Publicus is now?"
"There's
not much to tell. There was a crazy plan to undermine the
Governorship with the idea of eventually removing the Emperor.
Publicus would become a figurehead Governor with others manipulating
him. He's been enslaved and Flavius owns him but he's on loan to a
local shopkeeper. He has the general store just off the forum."
"I
know the one," Mark said, "He's always got something like it out
the back. His son is in the House of Sparta."
That's
the one." Harold said, "Flavius has been under a lot pressure
since his father died so he's having a rest before school starts."
"Dad
says it's the first time that there's only been one law in the
Empire." Mark said, "He says he likes the way Flavius puts his
money where his mouth is."
"Sometimes
it's more like 'hoist by his own petard'." Mr. Jameson laughed,
"but I agree he's setting standards others should follow."
Publicus
was still in a state of shock over the change in his fortunes. From
the moment of his arrest his life had been in a downward spiral and
he wasn't sure why. His Mother had drummed into him that he was the
true head of the House of Aulus and that Flavius was too weak and
decadent to be in charge and he had come to believe it. He had grown
up to be ashamed of his real passions, art and chess. Art had nothing
to do with government while chess was just a silly game for
intellectuals.
He
had
become a drunk to dull his misery and Flavius had become the focus of
his frustration and self loathing.
The
humiliation of being led by Flavius through the streets from the
court was still burned in his mind and the terror as he awaited his
fate in the dungeons of the Governor's Palace had nearly sent him
mad. Apart from being cleaned and fed he spent his time in complete
darkness and alone.
Luke
was
the first visitor to speak to him.
"Does
the name 'Outback' mean anything to you?" Luke asked.
Publicus
thought for a moment.
"I
play chess on-line with someone with that nickname." Publicus
answered, "He's in a local group.
Luke
slapped his face hard.
"You
call me, sir." he said sharply, "He says you're a good player and
you're always polite. He even says he enjoys the chats he had with
you."
"Do
you know him, sir." Publicus asked.
Luke
slapped him again.
"I
didn't give you permission to speak." Luke snapped. "You like to
draw. One or two people seem to think you might have talent."
Publicus
just stood not daring to speak. It was another another humiliation to
know that a mere commoner was aware of his most private secrets."
"I
take it that your Mother doesn't know much about computers. Alan's a
whiz kid on them. He soon dug out your files."
Publicus
stood forlornly before his new tormentor feeling more naked than
ever, knowing that his personal thoughts were now public property.
"Here's
the deal." Luke said, "You serve my father in his shop. He's
Outback, by the way and you can guess where the name came from. He'll
probably be soft with you and let you do your art stuff but I'll be
watching you. I got a public whipping because of you and I want daddys little models
the
chance to beat you raw all the way along the street. If you betray
our trust then I'll see you impaled.
"The
alternative is to wait here and face Flavius I'll be back later and
you can tell me what you've decided."
Titus
had taken over all of Octavia and Publicus' belongings. The computer
had been checked for any subversive material and then been given to
Alan who had shown Titus Publicus' private files.
Luke's
father needed help in the shop and Titus was relieved that his son
had a chance to find white bikini models some happiness with kindly people. Flavius may
object when he learned of the plans and demand vengeance but Titus
was hoping that his nephew's normal good nature would return.
Luke
was
trying an interesting piece of slave psychology. New slaves could be
sullen and uncooperative, difficult to blonde teenage models train. By appearing to be able
to choose his future Publicus would have less excuse to resent his
new status. He was going to work for Luke's father whether he wanted
to or not but, hopefully if he agreed willingly then he would be more
receptive to his training.
Publicus
was unaware of all this. His choice appeared to between being reduced
to the status of a slave only fit for working in a shop or appealing
to Flavius and seeking his mercy. He desperately wanted to believe
that his cousin would forgive him but he knew it was very unlikely
and he would still have to face his father and brother.
When
Luke returned he agreed to serve his father in the shop. Luke nodded
and had Publicus bend over. Luke genuinely hated Publicus for what he
had done and was determined to make Publicus pay. Like Flavius he
found it exciting to have a boy so much older than himself in his
power.
Luke
rammed his cock into Publicus with no warning and with all his
strength. He hurt himself causing him to go soft briefly but Publicus
shrieked with agony. He gradually picked up a rhythm as he pumped in
and out and his cock quickly recovered. The pain had slowed Luke and
he pumped in long steady strokes as he settled down again before his
body tensed and he shot deep into Publicus.
Luke
found a profound sense of relief as he powered into Publicus. His
fear of being enslaved, contempt for the way Publicus had betrayed
his cousin and concern for Flavius had been eating into him. There
was also the knowledge that Publicus was considerably older and
stronger than him but it was him that was in control.
Luke
was
completely spent, drained of all emotion as well sperm when he pulled
out of Publicus. He cleaned himself under a shower then glamour model fucking
looked at the
disgusting mess trickling out of Publicus. For Luke, Publicus'
destruction was complete. He was not naturally cruel and Publicus
made a pitiable sight as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Luke
released the slaves shackles and told him to clean himself up. When
he had done that then Publicus could report to the kitchen for some
food before waiting at the entrance. Publicus obeyed without
question, relieved to be free of shackles for the first time since
his arrest. He walked through the back passages of the Palace
thinking of when he could strut through main entrance demanding
attention but now he did not dare disobey Luke.
While
Publicus stood eating in silence, ignored by the other slaves who
hated him for threatening Flavius and the treatment they received,
Luke joined Flavius and the other boys in Julia's quarters to enjoy a
cheerful, happy meal. Titus, his daughter and Marcus were also there
but no one mentioned Publicus.
It
was
only when Luke said that he had to leave for his father's shop that
Luke felt a little uncomfortable but Titus shook him firmly by the
hand.
"It's
a chance for my son," Titus said, "I'm not sure that he deserves
it but I'm grateful to everyone who're allowing it."
Julia
made her favourite slave begin another improbable story of his
adventures while a free man in Rome distracting Flavius, Titus and
Marcus.
As
Publicus followed Luke meekly through the streets his mind was empty,
resigned to his fate.
The
first thing Luke's father did was to send his son out the back for a
tunic for Publicus before showing him his quarters. Publicus' eyes
lit up when he saw his art materials and portfolios there for him. He
was taken to the office computer and made to set up all his chess
sites before being taken through the shop accounts.
Luke's
father had insisted that Publicus be allowed to develop his obvious
talent for painting. Slave education was at the centre of Flavius'
Governorship so he could hardly ignore it with his slaves.
Publicus
soon found himself happy in his new life. He was soon running the
shop while Luke's father opened a second one just inside the forum
selling high quality goods. They even had to buy a couple of new
slaves. One for each shop.
There
were a number of personality differences between Publicus and his
father, Titus. His interest in males of the species being one. Unlike
his father he had no interest in women. Luke's father allowed him to
choose the other slave. Luke and he chose one who would model for
them. Slowly Publicus and Luke became friends sharing their interest
in art while Publicus also became close to the slave and they worked
well together.
Over
time he made it up with his family and Flavius even sat for him,
proudly hanging the finished painting in his office. He resisted
suggestions that he be freed and continued to work for Luke's family
for the rest of his life.
*********
Meanwhile
It was becoming routine for Harold and Mr. Jameson to have their
morning break interrupted by a call from the Emperor. To start with
they were for progress reports on Flavius but gradually turned to
other things. They always discussed sport, especially football and it
was a pleasant interlude for them all.
Initially
Harold was the only one chils models who dared disagree with the Emperor. He had
got used to dealing with Flavius and it was a relatively small step
from Governor to Emperor. Mr. Jameson learned that he could at least
disagree over sport. The Emperor found the break from the fawning and
stuffiness of the Palace staff stimulating and the calls continued
for a long time.
Mr.
Jameson and Mark did not notice but they answered some strange
questions about the docks the company had and whether a vessel could
be tied up without attracting attention and whether people could come
and go without the rigorous security checks they would have in the
Naval dockyard.
Harold
was also aware that he was being pumped on how far Flavius' ideas on
being incognito could be pushed. He did not know what but he was sure
that something was being planned.
Chapter
12
Young
teenagers are extremely resilient and Flavius rapidly recovered. He
was well enough to attend school when it started again and watched
the news, questioning things that were being done in his name.
He
was
petulant and sulky at first feeling left out of things and
surprisingly it was Ty that spoke to him.
"You
demand that people should think for themselves," he said, "As
long as they're doing things the way you want them done, leave them
to it. We want you ready for the next crisis, not the routine."
It
was
the fact that Ty had said it, speaking confidently and passionately
that soothed Flavius. After the complete rest that Craig imposed in
his quarters, Flavius was informed of decisions and he had to admit
they he rarely teen model boys
disagreed with them.
Flavius
also accepted that he slept a lot during the first two weeks or so of
his 'cure' and did not complain too much at not being fully involved
with the House of Sparta. He was not the best of patients criticising
loudly when Luke, unknown teen models
Steven or any of the boys failed to do a job as
well him. He conveniently forgot that Hans often had to pull him up
or make him repeat work because it was inadequate.
The
doctor saw Flavius impatience and restlessness as healthy and simply
insisted that Flavius slept and rested as much as possible.
The
modern Roman empire did not believe in therapy or counselling.
Invalids were expected to eat healthily and exercise as much as
practicable and there was little room for softness or feeling sorry
for yourself. Sex and slavery were normal. You could not achieve
anything without hardship or pain. The doctor lived and worked in
these attitudes so he was more ptolemy's model likely to prescribe a day in a brothel
than a session with a counsellor. Such people were available but to
visit one was a sign of serious mental illness.
Concepts
of korean models wallpaper
cruelty were also different. Flavius kept slaves therefore he had
to administer harsh punishments. As he had discovered he could easily
become a real sadist who simply lived for the pain he could inflict
which was undesirable. Flavius was expected to cute model teen
serve the Emperor, not
his own blood lusts but neither could he shirk his duties as a
magistrate or a slave owner.
And
so,
Flavius and the other boys found themselves being taught by some of
the best and most extreme sex workers in town.
He
learnt how to use a whip, not only build model railroad
to inflict pain but to stimulate
someone's body until they climaxed. Brutus and Steven were willing
subjects for his lessons. It was unusual for them ever to be soft
when tied to a whipping post even when Flavius was being taught model airplane review
how
to inflict real pain.
At
the
other extreme he practised using a feather. Sometimes he used Ty as a
subject and Flavius could cum without touching his cock as he watched
a man twice his age beg to be allowed cum in his turn.
Instead
of learning to torture he learnt to control his victim, giving him
pain or pleasure and deciding when and if he would climax. When they
did climax they did so in massive convulsions that left them so very
drained and contented afterwards. Of course, Flavius wanted to
experience orgasms just as powerful as his friends and would often be
on the receiving end.
It
was during this time that Ty finally came to trust Flavius. His own
massive ejaculations at the hands of his Master while his lover
looked on were wonderful experiences and of course,
it was his duty as a good slave to return the compliment and pleasure
his Master in the same way.
The
boys
played just as freely with cages, crosses shackles and manacles.
Those that completed some ordeal were allowed to choose a friend to
fuck while those that used a safe word to stop received nothing.
Flavius
spent his first day of school with a series of steel petite nn model
balls pushed naked model children up
inside him held there by a butt plug. He felt uncomfortable and full
but he was distracted enough not to worry about how the changes in
education were progressing.
Twice
he
had to punish Palace slaves. He did not experience the uncontrolled
blood lust he had felt with Publicus but watched fascinated as the
slaves screamed and writhed under his lash. He was proud that
although it took them a couple of days to recover, there was not even
a scar on their bodies afterwards, but somehow it was not as much fun
without the loving sex following.
Craig
and Ty returned to their regular duties once Flavius was back in the
House of Sparta but they were not forgotten. They were given new
quarters and arrangements were made to train them as chefs.
Chefs
were traditionally free men, not slaves. Good food was important and
chefs had to run highly disciplined kitchens. The Governor's Palace
would either break with tradition when a vacancy occurred or they
would be given their freedom and helped to open their own restaurant.
Craig would be happy with either alternative as long as Ty was beside
him.
Marcus
watched the other boys, fascinated by their games. He tried the
feather torture and allowed himself to be tied to the St. Andrews
cross for a time but he still preferred to return to books.
Harold
was worried about Steven. Between the games the boys played and his
time as the General's Boy
his
body was taking a real youngflowermodels battering. Steven's lifestyle made him vladmodels two the
exception to the rule and was seen by a psychologist as well as being
given a thorough medical. He was pronounced as being extremely fit
and mature for a boy of his age with a strong sense of fair play and
a healthy enjoyment of sex.
Only
Hans and Luke did not attend school. They had missed too much to
catch up though Luke was learning to run his father's shops and Hans
was learning how to run the Palace under Matthew. Alan attended as
Marcus' servant and was rapidly catching up. After being tutored at
home, according to his mother's ideas, Marcus struggled the most at
school. Brutus had joined Flavius in his protest against the
segregation in schools and attended wearing his House of Sparta
tunic.
He
discovered a talent for football, rarely finishing a game without
some scrape or injury and his tunic covered in mud. At first his
father had been horrified that his son was debasing himself in such a
way -- playing sport in public with slaves. However, he found that
his son was being compared with Flavius and his association with the
Governor's Palace was not doing his own standing any harm.
When
anyone complained about his son's behaviour his kdz model reply was, "No one
objects to the character they're developing, so I'm not going to
object to the methods."
The
whole student body was slightly in awe of Steven. His standing at the
Governor's Palace made him special and his title unofficial title
'General's Boy'
gave him star
status. Once or twice, the General's car had picked him up and the
chauffeur stood smartly to attention as he opened door.
Steven
already had the reputation for standing up to bullies and often when
he sat during the breaks a number of the younger boys, some older
boys as well, sat as close to him as possible without disturbing him.
He seldom spoke to his old friends. They were still wary of him but
Marcus would often join him. At first, Alan, Flavius and Brutus
played the part of obedient slaves but gradually their friendship for
each other took over and sometimes they would laugh and joke
together.
Steven
was in charge. He had even caned Flavius for disobeying direct orders
but it was all part of the complicated game they were playing and it
did not stop them being friends.
Flavius
did not enjoy being punished but it made him feel like a 'normal'
boy, able to forget his duties as governor.
In
years
to come, Brutus would receive the credit for making football
respectable. His conversations on the subject were invariably filled
with words like, tactics, strategy, advances, retreats and engaging
the opposition that it became associated with military training which
was definitely acceptable.
Back
at
the House of Sparta the boys always had a wary eye on Hans. It was a
rare triumph to fool him and he varied his punishments when they were
caught. Sometimes it would be simple, an hour or so stretched on a
cross. Just long enough for their muscles to be agony from supporting
their weight but never long enough to do real damage.
One
of
his favourites was making them kneel on the hard floor with their
arms stretched out sideways, palms down. He would place small books
on the backs of their hands and glasses of water on top of them. None
of it was very heavy but it was a matter of leverage on the shoulders
and pressure on the knees. Hans would set a timer behind his victim
who would be facing a blank wall and would soon lose all sense of
time.
The
really cruel part was that the victim never knew when the time limit
was up. He just knew that, if he spilt any water before the timer
stopped he would be punished in some other way and made to do it
again. On the other hand he could carry on enduring the punishment
long after he needed to.
Harold
was the adult in charge of discipline but rarely intervened. The most
memorable occasion was when the boys were preparing for a meeting of
the Board of Guardians. Food promised from the Palace kitchens failed
to materialise and Hans, being in charge, felt under terrific
pressure. He swore at Matthew.
Harold
made him endure his own punishment. Hans was mortified by his lapse
and endured the strain twice as long as anyone else had ever
succeeded in doing. His arms and shoulders were locked and needed
massage to get full movement back and even then he cried out in agony
if he pushed them too far.
Pain
and
punishment were part of their lives and each ordeal was a challenge
met. If Flavius and Brutus enjoyed the opportunities to relax then
Hans enjoyed his new status in the Palace. He and Matthew, the
majordomo, were now invited to Julia's quarters every morning for
coffee. They had learnt to relax and discuss Palace matters freely
and their conversations often passed onto general gossip.
As
the
Lady of the Household it was Julia's job to run the Palace. While her
husband had been alive she had been expected to remain aloof from the
practical details and concentrate on harrying model sex teen Matthew as he did his
work or picking fault with the other slaves..
It
worked but she was discovering that cooperation worked even better
and there was no doubt that standards at the Palace were now amongst
the highest in the Empire. Some said that they were even better than
the Imperial Palaces.
She
was
still confused by Flavius' approach. He could chat to the slaves as
equals especially about their work and he made far more allowances
for genuine mistakes but she had seen the slaves he had punished for
laziness and carelessness and knew that they would not try to take
advantage of him again.
Slavery
was an accepted part of life and no one, not even the slaves disputed
Flavius' right to instil discipline. The slaves he whipped, had
deserved it and no one petite models pictures
had any sympathy for them.
The
slaves and staff seemed to work harder for lil teen models Flavius. They saw that sexy lil modele the
better the Palace was run the better their prospects. Julia saw the
differences when she planned a dinner party for some friends. Instead
of waiting for her to choose the menus the cook produced suggestions
of his own including dishes she would not have thought of. Her maid
did not wait for Julia to instruct her but sent for the latest
dresses to be modelled at the palace and Matthew the majordomo
organised a timetable so that every one spoke to her as needed.
Julia
found herself just as busy preparing the party but it was at a far
more interesting level, knowing that everything was well under
control.. Just before her guests arrived she inspected the staff's
efforts and knew it was going to be an evening that would impress her
friends.
Where
the Governor's Palace led, the rest of the province followed and
there was little doubt that slaves and the lower classes were treated
better than before. Since Flavius had the approval of the Emperor
then he was worth knowing and so, trade was being drawn into the
province and even the nonude models swallow the nobles were prospering.
Anyone
in favour at the Governor's Palace tended to do well. Senator Crallus
was already beginning to find that the opposite was true as his
prospects began to shrink. He had only modeling nude site
ever been of the fringes of
events and Flavius had collapsed before turning his attention to him.
The Bureaucrats at the Town Hall still hoped that he might stop or
slow Flavius but it was a forlorn hope. He had openly supported
Octavia so now everyone avoided him and he found getting credit
almost impossible. It had a devastating effect on his businesses and
he was in real trouble without Flavius lifting his hand.
He
reacted by treating his own slaves even worse than before, blaming
their laziness for his troubles. He took a real pleasure in watching
his slaves die under the lash or while being crucified. His free
staff left because they could not cope with his increasingly wild
tantrums and he found it impossible to buy new slaves.
Partly
it was because of cash flow problems and partly it was because the
traders had aligned themselves to Flavius. Suddenly there was an
increased demand for educated slaves and prices were going up.
Flavius was not some soft-hearted individual opposed to slavery, his
reforms were profitable and like other businesses they were
benefiting from the Emperor's favour. Concern for slaves welfare
became a selling point and traders would lose favour if their slaves
were sold knowing that they would be senselessly tortured. The more
extreme brothels had always paid more for good quality slaves but
they were willing to buy ones convicted of violence or others japan young model who
would not receive much public sympathy.. Senator Crallus was not
discriminating and did not care who he hurt.
The
Province was prospering, life was improving for nearly everyone and
so it's inhabitants could afford to be tolerant of the Governor's
eccentric ways. And there was nothing more eccentric than wandering
around town in a slave's tunic with a group of other slave boys when
he could be dressed in the finest of clothes, surrounded by an armed
escort insisting on everyone bowing to him as he passed.
Flavius
did walk through the town in formal dress when he was on official
business and then demanded due respect. Then people he had chatted
with or had played with, stood for him in respectful silence. On one
occasion a travelling trader had clipped him round the ear for
kicking a ball too close to his stall. He had not recognised Flavius
until the next day. Flavius was on his way to the Magistrate's Court
in formal attire and stopped to welcome the trader.
"You
had some trouble, yesterday." Flavius said, "I hope you don't
have any more."
"No
trouble, Your Excellency. I'm surprised you even heard about it."
the Trader replied, "It was just some kids causing a bit of
mischief with melissa nonude model a football and I get nervous when balls are thrown near
all this glassware. They were very polite though and moved off
without real hassle. I refuse to go to some towns because the kids
seem to run wild.."
The
trader could see the locals, laughing or giggling to themselves but
could not see why he was the butt of some joke. He was flattered that
the Governor had stopped to speak to him but why was it so funny?
It
was
only after Flavius had moved on that a local explained. The trader
was firstly terrified that he had struck a great Noble. He knew of
Flavius' reputation and character and so fear turned to embarrassment
that he had lashed out at a youth like Flavius.
"Don't
worry." the local said, "Just don't try swindling anyone while
you're here. He gives just as girl model links well as he takes and keeps the guards
on their toes just like everyone else."
It
was a
quiet period for the House of Sparta. Harold was vaguely aware that
the Emperor was planning something that might involve them but he was
more concerned about the impending visit of one of one of his wife's
aunts; an imperious woman who was convinced that her niece had
married panty models free beneath her.
"He
mentioned it while relaxing after giving his daily report to the
Emperor.
"I've
got relatives like that." the Emperor laughed, "I haven't been
deified like Augustus or Caligula so I'm not a real Emperor. You've
got no chance."
"Why
not ask the House of Sparta to help." Mr. Jameson suggested, "It'll
give them a chance to show what they can do."
"I
don't really like to." Harold replied, "I'd be taking advantage
of my position."
"I
don't see why." the Emperor replied, "It would be wrong to try
and get an invitation to the Governor's Palace or being introduced to
him officially but I've loaned slaves to my friends for a special
occasion. You're in charge of discipline so it would be in their
interests to get in your good books."
It
was
Brutus who suggested a plan when they were assembled at the House of
Sparta that evening.
"We've
got relatives like that, too." he said, "They live in Rome
and think we're country bumpkins. When they visit, Father insists on
the freshest produce from our estates, trains up slaves so we have
more servants than we need and re-decorates the house. If they go
home complaining that they can't afford to live like it in Rome, he
gives the slaves an extra Saturnalia. We could act as the Cirenson
slaves for the weekend."
Saturnalia
was traditionally a festival celebrated in December marked by
tomfoolery and a relaxation of the social order. It remained popular
between the 17th and 24th December though, nowadays, it shares with
other celebrations.
Any
event where slaves were allowed to relax 12yo teeny models
could be called an extra
Saturnalia.
"I'm
not sure that we can accommodate six slaves even if we had enough
work for them," Harold said, "It would be nice to put one
over on the old dragon, though."
"Five
slaves." Brutus pointed out, "Steven is your son. He can't
be a servant."
He
paused, uncomfortable about what he wanted to say.
"Spit
it out, boy," Harold snapped, "Just say it."
"Well
sir," Brutus began, "Flavius and I are used to receiving
due honour. Now that we've turned fourteen, even our mothers have to
acknowledge our position in the family. You and Steven need lessons
in looking superior. I know you say substance over front but a bit
front could go a long way.
"Flavius
and I should become your valets. I'm not trying sites modeling pretten to be rude or talk
about class but Flavius and I are brought up on functions and
receptions and they're all about front."
Harold
nodded, "Point taken. Aunt Agathia knows all about front. It's
my wife who bears the brunt and I either shut up and take it or upset
Lyllia more by causing an argument."
"That's
right." Steven added, "She'll bring her son, Paulus, and
he'll go on about how he's a supervisor in the Imperial Post Office.
He's a pompous twat."
"Is
he married?" Germanicus asked.
"Divorced."
Harold replied, "She bore a son and that's all she was wanted
for. The boy's eighteen and not turning out too badly, is he,
Steven."
"No!
I get on with Fabian. He was forced into the Imperial Post Office and
he hates it. He wants to be an engineer but it's too low class for
Aunt Agathia."
"In
that case the Governor would like to meet him." Flavius said,
"He may help with his Imperial service. I think the House of
Sparta should give Aunt Agathia a visit she'll never forget."
"I'm
not sure that the House of Sparta should get involved in a family
squabble." Germanicus said, "It's a bit demeaning."
"We're
not getting involved in a family squabble," Brutus replied, "The
House of Sparta is all about training and it would be great
opportunity for Hans."
"It
makes sense," Titus said, "but it must be volunteers only.
Once the weekend starts it'll be as intense as your weeks bondage was
and I don't think this Agathia woman will make life very pleasant for
you. Hans, Alan, it applies to you as well. You'll lose a lot
privileges that weekend."
"I'll
do it." said Alan, "I like Steven's mother and I'd love to
help her."
Luke
nodded in agreement.
"Isn't
this what it's all about?" he asked, "Looking out for each
other."
"We'll
need a female slave to act as maid for Mrs Cirenson and none of us
can cook." Hans said, "We'll have to involve Craig."
"I
don't think Lyllia will tolerate another cook in her kitchen."
Harold said, "She'll treat the idea as an insult."
"Craig's
only just started training," Hans replied,
"so he's
not a chef
but
the rest of us could burn salad. Craig should know enough to be
useful to Mrs Cirenson."
The
adults sat back as the boys took over the planning. Mr Jameson had
been right. It was a chance for the boys to impress the adults. Hans,
in particular, saw it as a chance to prove his worth and even
Germanicus was impressed with the way the other boys supported him.
"You
know, this is making me think about my own slaves." he said, " My
majordomo lets too much slide, so it's certainly time I took more
interest in the day to day running."
Even
Julia became involved in the boy's plans. She was still embarrassed
at how she had been influenced by her sister in law so she was only
too happy to help rescue the Cirensons from their
relatives.
Lyllia,
Harold's wife, was a little reluctant at first, worried that her
housekeeping skills would be shown up by the Palace staff but Hans
soon put her at ease.
"The
Palace uses extra staff for a big function, Madam." he said, "Why
shouldn't you?"
Aunt
Agathia's biggest complaint was that there was so little to do in
'such a sleepy backwater so Hans and Lyllia worked out an itinerary
to keep them busy for the weekend.
Friday
evening there would be a buffet meal and an early night followed by a
quiet Saturday morning so that they could rest and recover from the
journey. In the afternoon, shopping in the forum and in the evening,
a formal dinner party. Sunday morning, a visit to the baths, still a
very popular social event in the Roman Empire and in the afternoon a
drive out to Brutus' family estates to visit the winery.
Brutus
had involved his parents in their plans. The winery was not open to
the public but Brutus' father sometimes allowed parties to visit by
appointment. It was not the sort of group or type of people that he
usually allowed and he would remain aloof in the house with the rest
of the family.
At
least
that was his original idea until Brutus brought Hans along to plan
the afternoon with the estate slaves. Brutus was anxious to show Hans
how the winery was managed and it soon became obvious that the estate
slaves were hiding something.
As
the
slave in charge became more evasive and scared looking, Hans started
looking more closely at the accounts. Between them, Brutus and Hans
could see that an excessive amount of wine was spoilt yet the casks
were all full. They did not object to tasting each barrel and the
total quantity of good wine that they tasted almost tallied with the
sum of the recorded spoilt and good lists but it didn't tally with
the sales ledger.
The
slave was trembling by the time that Brutus went to find his father,
Gaius Crevellio leaving Hans to watch over things.
When
he
arrived, Brutus' father frowned, visibly annoyed that a stranger and
a slave to boot was poking into his affairs. He calmed down as the
boys showed him the books and persuaded him to check the stock.
"Why?"
he asked looking at the slave.
The
slave was sobbing almost incoherent as he tried to make his excuses.
"You're
a slave. Do you know why?" Senator Crevellio asked again but this
time looking at Hans.
"He
saw a profit in it somewhere," Hans replied, "We might both be
slaves but we're human beings and all different."
Brutus'
father looked angry again at Hans' impertinence but calmed down again
almost at once.
"Maybe
you're right." he said, "I was thinking of closing the vineyard
because it was unprofitable. You know the modern custom. Give the
older slaves their freedom. Could that be it do you think?"
"I've
heard slaves talk of it." Hans replied, "It scares some and
others can't wait. I've heard gossip of slaves manipulating their
masters but not like this. He could just be selling it."
"Bloody
slaves are all the same," Brutus' father muttered, "Give them an
inch and they'll destroy you. Haven't you learnt that yet, Brutus.
You've hung around them enough lately."
"No,
I
haven't, Father." Brutus replied, "Hans is right. They're human
beings and some are good and some are bad."
"So
what do you think we should do with him, boy?" Gaius Crevellio
asked Hans.
"My
master, Flavius, would give him his freedom and everything he
deserves."
"I
heard about that slave of his. Carry on."
Moving
to the terrified slave, Hans quickly bound his hands behind his back
before grabbing the tunic at the neck and pulling sharply down. As
the torn garment fell to the ground, the loin cloth followed. The
slave was in his late forties, overweight covered in hair. His cock
was almost lost in his thick bush of pubic swedish teen model hair. His sloppy
appearance offended Roman sensibilities and he lost any sympathy he
might have had.
"You'll
have your papers when you leave." Hans said, "If you're ever seen
again round here you'll be buried for compost while you're still
alive. Now go and wait by the gate."
The
slave looked pleadingly at Brutus' father and at Brutus. As Hans
yelled for someone to fetch a spade, the slave ran off down the
track.
"You
see, father," Brutus said, "Everything he deserves, nothing."
"I'm
not stupid," his father snapped, "I do take the point but I still
don't see why I should trust that slave over one of my own."
"I
don't think you should do that. It's not
compulsory." Brutus
replied, "You get to know the Nobles you do business with and you
don't trust all them but some are your friends who you do trust."
"I'm
not making friends with fucking slaves." Brutus' father yelled,
"You do that enough for both of us."
"Yes
and I made a bad mistake with Joshua." Brutus replied, "OK so
Luke and Joshua not slaves but they're only a rank above. It's the
same at all levels."
"My
office. Five minutes." Brutus' father snapped as he stalked off.
"I'm
sorry," Hans said, "We seem to have annoyed him."
Brutus
shrugged. "He's proud of me for taking that punishment well and
ashamed of me for mixing with slaves. The House of Sparta confuses
him and now we've said that he's messed up with this place. The
proper order is missing svetana teen model and he hates it."
When
they entered Brutus' father's office they lined up in front of the
desk, waiting nervously for the man to speak.
"I
should be thanking you," he said, "You kept your eyes open and
used your initiative. Brutus, I'll be pleased to make your friends
welcome and see that they leave with cases of our best wines."
"Thanks
dad," Brutus replied.
"Slaves
address their betters as sir." Brutus' father said with a smile,
"Flavius tries to stay in character. So should you. I'd beat you
for your rudeness but you'd enjoy it too much."
Brutus
blushed, unsure what to say. His father laughed out loud.
"I've
seen you get hard and it's rarely been because of a girl. When the
time comes, try and give me grandchildren but for now, just have
fun."
"Yes
sir," Brutus managed to grin, "And you can rely on Hans to beat
me if I deserve it."
"How
did you know something was wrong?"
Brutus
grinned.
"Luck
sir. The slave got the idea that we were going to supply the
Governor's Palace, starting with an official function. I'd said
something about our wines being as good as anything the Palace
imported. You had said that we shouldn't try to make any large orders
and the slave started saying something about a lot of wine being
spoiled. That was when Hans took me outside and said something was
wrong."
"Hans?"
Brutus' father asked.
"It
wasn't what he said but how he was saying it, sir. There's a
'breakages and spoilt' log in the Palace cellar so I wondered if you
had anything similar. Brutus wanted to show me how much he knew about
the place and showed me the records."
"I
see." Senator Crevellio said thoughtfully, "I should clamp down
on the free staff and slaves though I suppose you two would disagree.
What do you suggest?"
"You've
said that Sebastian knows more about wine making than that one ever
did." Brutus replied, "You only left him in charge because he was
a bully and kept the other slaves in order. Put Sebastian in charge
and ask Flavius if Hans could work here under Sebastian until he
settles in."
"I'll
make Sebastian foreman but I'm putting you in charge, Brutus."
Brutus' father looked at Hans, "As for you, I was rude to you
and you didn't deserve it."
He
pressed a buzzer and the majordomo appeared.
"The
House of Sparta is to be welcomed as honoured guests. This boy, Hans,
is to be recognised as the the Head of the House and takes precedence
over my son when he is wearing their tunic. Hans will instruct you
further about their rules."
"Yes,
Master," the majordomo replied, "I have the papers for the slave
you're sending away."
"Have
you heard what's happened?" Brutus father asked.
"Yes
Master."
It
took
an effort for Brutus father to overcome his pride and put the next
question.
"What
do think about it."
"Well
Master," the majordomo began, surprised at having his opinion
sought after, "I've said before I thought something was wrong but I
didn't know it was this bad."
"Yes
you did," Brutus' father said, "and I didn't listen. I should
have done. I'm going to do a full audit of the estate. Any free man
can resign and leave and if any slave asks to be sold on, then take
him to the market. As for those that are left, if I find anyone else
has been cheating me I'll carry out my son's threat and bury them
alive in the vineyard but either way I want the bad ones gone."
"Yes
Master. I'll warn everyone and may I also warn them that Master
Brutus will be working with you. He seems to be good at this sort of
thing."
"Yes
you may. It seems he also has a good teacher." Brutus' father
grinned, "Thank you, Brian. Would you pour us all a glass and we'll
drink to a new beginning."
Gaius
Crevellio knew that the troubles in the winery were his fault. He had
put off dealing with the reports he had received and the slave had
taken his indecision as a licence to steal more. His father would
have probably crucified every slave on the estate as a warning and
the fact the majordomo had tried to warn him would not have saved
him.
There's
an old saying, 'rags to rags in three generations'. Grandfather
builds up the family fortunes, son just about holds onto them and
grandson has no interest and spends it all. Brian, the majordomo,
knew that Gaius Crevellio was barely hanging on and if the estates
failed all the slaves would be sold on without hope of gaining their
freedom. Brian knew the custom of freeing slaves but it did not
happen if any slave had betrayed their master.
Brutus
may well prove to be exception to the rule and save them all. He was
not cruel like his grandfather but he did seem to have the same
energy and confidence.
Gaius
may well have threatened an audit but would never have carried it
out. Brutus, supported by his friends probably bobby hicks model would do it and would
punish any slaves they caught stealing.
Gaius'
aggressive attitude was just a front. Verbally putting down slaves
was as close as he got to exerting discipline but for the most part
it left them confused and demoralised. Brutus and his slave friend
Hans had acted decisively that afternoon and it was like a breath of
fresh air. He should have resented the idea that he had been ordered
to defer to Hans, a mere slave boy but transferring responsibility
was the one thing Senator Gaius Crevellio could do quickly and
without changing his mind.
The
slave was waiting by gate as ordered. He tried to speak when Hans and
Brutus approached him but Hans slapped him hard across the face.
Wrinkling
his nose with disgust as he handled the slave's dirty, smelly pubic
hair he tied the bag to the slaves cock, scammed bikini models as Flavius had done to
another slave not so long ago, before gagging him.
Yelling
at the slave to run, Hans picked up models getting banged
some stones and prepared to throw
them. The slave trotted off, too slow for Hans who lobbed a couple as
a warning and watched as the slave broke into a run. Some of the
estate slaves were watching but returned to their work when Hans
glared at them.
He
headed off back to town wondering how he had got involved in
Crevellio affairs and wondering how he was going to juggle all the
extra tasks he seemed to have.
Chapter
13
Flavius
might be Governor but most of the planning and organisation was done
by adults. He was respectfully listened to, but he was continuing the
training that his father had started. His influence came from his
attitudes and through his escapades as a member of the House of
Sparta. No one treated him like a dumb kid. He had shown that he
could get things done but he was still a long way off being an adult.
Helping
with the Cirenson weekend visitors was more of a challenge than his
official duties. There was an immediacy to it, so that the results
would be instantly visible and so would his mistakes. He had an equal
voice among other boys rather than feeling like a school kid as
someone patiently explained why he was wrong. There was an element of
role play in his ashly teen model tasks and he got a great deal of pleasure in helping
his friends. In all, Flavius was enjoying himself helping to prepare
for the event and was looking forward to the 'show'.
Luke
had
the least reason to enjoy acting as a servant. He was used to being
treated like one in his father's shop but like Flavius, he felt that
he had a voice in the House of Sparta and he was helping his new
friends.
The
plans changed slightly for the weekend visit changed slightly. Alan
would work in the kitchen alongside Mrs Cirenson and they would not
bother with valets and maids. Since they had been to the most
functions Flavius and Brutus would act as waiters. The idea being
that they should know what was expected. Hans would act as majordomo
and Luke would assist.
It
was
common enough for sons to follow their fathers into their line of
work for them to be taught by their fathers as part of their
education therefore Steven knew something about bookkeeping and
accountancy. Hans delegated him to assist Brutus on his father's
estate. Flavius' mother, Julia, liked the family. She found them easy
to talk to and unlike many of her so called friends from her own
class did not use their connection with the Governor's Palace to seek
favours. She had been highly amused at the suggestion that the
Cirensons needed lessons in arrogance but agreed to help.
"There
are always people who want to undermine us," she said, "It's not
a matter of being arrogant though, it's a matter of expecting due
respect."
And
so,
the plans for the weekend developed. Steven's parents felt as though
they were in the middle of a military operation as the boys
enthusiastically made their plans and operation 'Overwhelm Guests'
began when Steven met them at the station though it was Aunt Agathia
who opened fire.
"Why
isn't your father here to greet us," she demanded to know, "I
take it he's forgetting all his manners nowadays."
"Not
at all, Great Aunt." Steven replied, "He's anxious for you to
greet him properly in his own home, for once.
He
turned to Luke and Hans.
"Bags!"
he snapped, "Get a move on.
Turning
back to a startled Aunt Agathia he continued, "Allow me to show you
to the car."
His
cousin Fabian had a broad grin on his face as he watched. Agathia had
been complaining on the train how they were expected to carry their
own luggage once they had left the Station and how undignified it was
to have her relatives acting like porters. The look on Agathia's face
was priceless as her family was led to a smart limousine and were
seated inside. Steven had reminded her that she would be guest in his
father's house and that she was not the head of his family although
she had always acted that way in the past.
Agathia
hopes of regaining the advantage at the house were dashed when Luke
and Hans leapt out of the car to open the doors for them and as she
swept down the path, the front door was opened by another slave and
she was guided into the living room by yet another. Harold should
have been at the door to greet her, apologising for not being at the
station with his wife fussing around hoping that they were not too
put out.
Instead,
they stood at the far end of the room waiting for her. She stood for
a moment, waiting for him to move. With Harold being so formal she
had no choice but to follow convention herself. She curtsied briefly
and thanked Harold for inviting them.
"It's
good to see you again, Aunt Agathia, "Harold said, "Would you be
offended if we just relaxed informally this evening. Lyllia is so
anxious to catch up on the family gossip."
"No!
I'd be glad for the chance to rest," Agathia said weakly. "The
journey was very tiring."
"In
that case, please sit down." Harold said, "A cup of tea,
perhaps."
Flavius
had disappeared into the kitchen after showing them into the living
room. He re-appeared as if by magic carrying a tray. The water had
been boiling and Alan had brewed the tea as Agathia had entered the
house. So far the boys had executed their plans flawlessly.
Harold
opened the next phase of the campaign.
"I'm
afraid we've got one or two problems with the sleeping arrangements."
he said, "You can have your usual room Aunt Agathia but I'm afraid
we're having to put Paulus and Fabian up at a hotel. The car's
available to ferry them to and fro so I hope it won't be too much
trouble.
"It's
fine by me," Fabian said, "I don't mind a sleeping tinyteenmodel bag on the box
room floor with Steven but I think Dad finds Steven's bed a little
small. We'd manage if you wanted us to."
"I'm
doing work for the Governor and the Emperor," Harold said quietly,
"Steven is also working for the governor as well as Senator
Crevellio's son. I'm afraid that I have to ask that you only enter my
study and his room when invited."
"I
work for the Emperor in the Post Office." Paulus snapped, "How
can a shipping clerk claim to work for him? I thought you were
getting above yourself. And as for your Governor, all he seems to be
doing is running wild and unsettling the slaves. You're lucky decent
people are still willing to visit you with the province descending
into chaos."
"It
hasn't seemed very chaotic so far, dad." Fabian said, "You really
should read the news more and not listen to gossip."
"The
news is about matters that should be left to our betters." Paulus
retorted, "Your job is to help get the mail delivered and leave
others to do theirs."
"Why
don't you show Paulus the Imperial Decree, dear," Lyllia said, "I'm
sure that he's seen plenty but I'm so proud of you for receiving
one."
There
was a stunned silence. Agathia's mouth dropped open and Paulus just
stared.
As
Harold escorted Agathia and Paulus into the next room where the
decree was displayed, Fabian looked at Flavius and snapped, "I need
some fresh air. Fetch me a cold drink in the garden."
Flavius
had been uncomfortably aware that Fabian had been staring at him all
evening so he was a little nervous as he approached Fabian.
"Thank
you," Fabian said, "You heard dad. I don't think Grandmother or
him have heard of the House of Sparta. They certainly don't know
who's in it and wouldn't know the insignia."
Flavius
remained silent.
"Ah.
A
well trained slave who only speaks when asked a direct sandra model kids
question."
Fabian continued. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Flavius would
it?"
"Yes
sir, I'm Flavius."
"You
had no choice but to become Governor but you've found a way of
escaping. Is that right?"
"Officially
the Governor is in the Palace." Flavius replied, "And I'm just a
slave but we're the same person, sir."
"But
how do feel about having your life mapped out for you? How does the
Governor feel if you'd prefer."
"I'm
doing a lot things I like doing and I like being able to change
things even if it's only by a little."
"And
the education reforms are important?"
"Yes
of course." Flavius replied, "The Empire needs scientists and
engineers."
Fabian
grinned impishly, "You're forgetting your manners, slave. Speak
more respectfully.
"I'm
sorry, sir." Flavius replied following Fabian's mood, "I forget
myself when I'm speaking on behalf of the Governor."
They
might have continued their discussion but Brutus came running over.
"Excuse
me sir," he panted, "your Grandmother wants you."
"Fabian,"
she shrieked, "we're visiting the Governor's Palace tomorrow. We
have an audience with him."
"I'm
sorry Aunt, I didn't make myself clear." Harold said, "The
invitation is only for Fabian."
"Don't
be ridiculous, Harold," Paulus snapped, "Why would he want to see
a junior clerk when there's a supervisor who could tell him about the
Post Office."
"His
Excellency doesn't want to talk about the Post Office, Paulus."
Harold little cherry modells
said.
"Then
why does he want to see Fabian? Do you know?"
"I
can't discuss the Governor's business," Harold said, "You should
understand the need for confidentiality from your own job."
Paulus
nodded grudgingly.
"The
Governor must think very highly of you, Uncle Harold," Fabian said,
"He's lent you some of these slaves hasn't he?"
"You
mean they're not rented from an agency?" Agathia asked.
"No,
Aunt." Lyllia replied, "They're from the Governor's Palace and
amongst the best they have. The Lady Julia did offer to lend me one
of their chefs but I like cooking so I made do with a helper."
Once
she
started, the battle swung inexorably in Lyllia's favour. Whatever
Agathia or Paulus said she had a story to top it. Even when Agathia
complained that shopping in such a backwater was a waste of time
Lyllia was able to boast of the range of shops opening up.
"There's
one even the Emperor has heard of. "Lyllia said, "It's owned by
the father of one of Steven's friends. We call it "I've got one out
the back". It's his stock answer for gabrial teen model most things and it's usually
true."
Fabian
had amused himself watching his cousin, Steven. Steven had spent the
evening playing the dutiful son but it seemed to Fabian that he would
rather be working with the slaves. Occasionally Steven had thrown
nervous glances at the boy model site majordomo. Fabian guessed it was all to do
with the House of Sparta. He had always liked the Cirensons and was
impressed at how their friends had rallied round to help them. But he
was getting bored with all the gossip and thought he'd stir things up
a bit.
"I'd
like to stretch my legs before going to bed." he said, "I'd like
to walk to the hotel."
He
pointed at Flavius, "That one can show me the way."
He
was a
little disappointed that there was no fuss. Flavius merely replied,
yes sir and went to wait by the door.
Once
he
had made his goodbyes and escaped he had Flavius walk beside him so
that they could talk.
"I
have a confession to make." Fabian said, "I was hoping that
Steven or Uncle Harold could use their influence to get me into
engineering. Then I met you, child models bb I like you and now it seems wrong to use
you but I thought you should know."
Flavius
grinned, "Use the Governor you mean. I'm not sure if he can help
you. What do you want from him."
Fabian
shrugged, "I don't know. Sponsorship, maybe. Why do you..... I mean
does he want to see me."
"His
Imperial Service is about getting more engineers and scientists. If
that's what you want to do but can't, he'd like to know why."
Fabian
was quiet for a while.
"Dad
won't support me while I'm studying. I could try working through
college but with the jobs available and the fees, the figures just
don't add up. I might get a job in engineering if I had sponsorship
but it would have to be someone who'd stand up to Aunt Agathia and
have influence."
"It
would also have to be someone who knows you and His Excellency
doesn't." Flavius said, "Why did you say you like me."
"You're
sexy, easy to talk to and there's something about you. I don't know
what, confidence maybe but I like it."
"You
could spend the night in the Governor's bed if you liked." Flavius
said. "We could talk more in the morning."
"Sounds
good. Won't we be talking tonight?"
"It'll
be difficult if my mouths full of your cock."
You're
the Noble. Your cock should be in my mouth." Fabian said.
"We'll
sixty nine then. I won't tell if you don't." retorted Flavius
cheerfully.
They
changed change management model
direction heading for the Palace. As was the custom now,
Flavius was ignored as he was wearing his House of Sparta tunic. They
made their way to Julia's apartments. Flavius had become closer to
his mother since his father's death and they often chatted gossiping
about their day.
Julia
greeted Fabian warmly making him feel at home and listened as Flavius
talked about the events in the Cirenson household.
"I
almost feel sorry for your Grandmother and Father," Julia said,
"I'd hate to have these boys gang up on me."
Fabian
laughed, "Grandma deserves it. Maybe she'll accept that Uncle
Harold is a good man now."
"Flavius
has an eye for fine young men and I think you'll do. If you're
spending the night with my son make sure he gets some sleep. He's
been ill and he still needs plenty of rest."
"Mother,
I'm nearly fifteen. I can look after myself."
"You're
a slave this weekend and you'll do as you're told." Julia said
firmly.
"That's
right, boy." Fabian said in a mock stern voice, "Little slave
boys need their rest so they can serve their Masters better. If you
play up at bedtime I'll put you over my knee and spank you."
"Yes
Master," Flavius replied in a small boys voice. "May I go wee wee
before bed?"
"No!
I
think a clamp kid little model
to hold it in until morning." Fabian threatened.
"No
way!" Flavius exclaimed, crossing his legs protectively.
Julia
joined in with the boys giggling. It was time for her to retire for
the night. She was becoming a little jealous of Flavius. Fabian was a
handsome young man and if he had known it, he had the choice of two
beds that night.
When
the
door of Flavius apartment was closed behind them Flavius said, "When
I'm woken up tomorrow I'll be His Excellency the Governor and your
Master, so tonight, I'll be the slave and you be my Master."
"I've
got a better idea," Fabian said, "Tomorrow you'll be
Governor and I'll be a humble civil servant in the Post Office.
Tonight we'll be a couple of friends who want to make each other
happy."
Flavius
grinned, "It sounds like a plan."
He
reached up to kiss Fabian on the lips while fumbling with fastenings
on his clothes. Fabian easily undid Flavius' tunic so that toppless fashion models he stood
naked in front of him. Flavius cock stood proudly out from the small
bush he sported, otherwise he was still hairless which emphasised his
youthfulness.
Fabian
made Flavius step back while he undressed himself, content to admire
the beautiful vision before him. Once naked, Fabian stood with his
hands behind his head, saying, will I do?
He
tried
to be active so he was trim with defined muscles. Like all Romans, he
associated body hair with barbarians so he was shaved smooth with
just a small neat triangle of hair above his genitals. He was in
strange surroundings and he was still a bit nervous so his cock was
still soft but Flavius was experienced enough to realise that it
would enlarge little models com impressively.
Flavius
took it all in then answered an instant later by leaping at Fabian,
wrapping his arms around Fabian's neck and his legs around his waist.
Fabian staggered back onto the bed, feeling Flavius' cock grind into
his stomach. Moments later he felt Flavius jerking convulsively and
felt a warm liquid lubricating his stomach.
Flavius
was devastated.
"I'm
sorry," he sobbed, "It shouldn't have happened so quick."
Fabian
wrapped his arms around the boy.
"It
happens," he said, "Now why don't you scoot up a bit. It might be
fun to see how quickly we can get you to cum again."
Turning
disaster into a game worked. Flavius' cock was still highly sensitive
and he shuddered as Fabian's tongue and mouth began their work.
Flavius was young, excited by the idea of a challenge, lost in the
sensations that Fabian was creating and was happy in the young man's
company.
It
did
not take long for him to reach another climax shooting into the back
of Fabian's throat but as he tried to pull off, Fabian grabbed the
boy's arse cheeks and held him firmly still gliding his tongue around
the cock impaling his mouth. The sensations built up in Flavius cock.
It was like nothing he could describe. Not painful or unpleasant,
just powerful. He took it for as long he could before wriggling free
to kneel astride his lover. He looked down to see Fabian grinning at
him.
"What's
the matter?" Fabian asked, "Didn't you like it?"
Flavius
could hardly speak.
"I
loved it." he managed to gasp.
Fabian's
hands were already exploring Flavius' thighs. Flavius slid further
down Fabian's body until Fabian's cock was nestled in his crack.
Fabian
held his breath as Flavius lifted himself, stroked the rigid cock
then guided it towards his love hole. Slowly he pressed down,
groaning as the wonderful feelings spread outwards. His own cocked
ached as it became hard for the third time in such a short space of
time but Fabian was stroking it remorselessly as he worked his hips
up and down gently working deeper into Flavius. Fabian held back
waiting for Flavius to reach the edge. It took much longer and
Flavius began to wonder if it would ever happen when his muscles
contracted and he shot onto Fabian's stomach.
As
Flavius squeezed round him Fabian shot his own load deep bikini model contenstants into
Flavius. He thrust his hips convulsively, at the same time grabbing
Flavius shoulders, pushing him down.
Flavius
ached, drained as he never been drained before. Fabian had never been
on such a high. They had both been with other partners who had been
kind, considerate and giving but there was a spark between them that
they had never experienced before. As they settled down in the bed
Flavius was nestling up to a lover not a protector or a fuck buddy.
He could not explain the difference but he knew it was there.
Fabian
felt the same way. He was more at peace than he had ever been before
and Flavius seemed to belong beside him. He wondered where it was
leading but for the moment he did not care.
**********
Flavius
woke the following morning feeling better than he had done for ages.
He turned and looked the youth lying beside him and smiled. Fabian
seemed to be so contented. Flavius gently shook his shoulder until
Fabian was also awake.
The
slave who had disturbed Flavius waited patiently until Flavius was
ready for him.
"The
Lady Julia asks whether you and Mr. Fabian would care to join her for
breakfast." he said.
Flavius
looked at Fabian who shrugged.
"We'd
better get moving then." Fabian said, "We don't want to keep her
waiting."
"Oh,
she'd understand." Flavius replied, "What's wrong?"
In
spite
of Flavius' efforts, Fabian was was staying completely soft.
"I'm
a
bit out of my depth." Fabian admitted, "Slaves coming and going,
breakfast with noble ladies. I'd hate to have to explain I was late
because I was fucking her son, again."
"Would
you like to get used to it?"
"Oh
yes," Fabian replied, "but you don't want someone like me hanging
around for too long. I understand."
"You
wouldn't be hanging around. You'd be with me and that's what I want."
"We
only met yesterday."
"Weird,
isn't it? Don't you want to be with me?"
"I
suppose I could put up with a little kid hanging around." Fabian
said with a grin.
Flavius
squeezed Fabian's cock so that he yelped.
"Not
so much of the little kid." Flavius retorted.
Fabian
rolled over on top of Flavius, pinning his arms looking down into his
eyes. Flavius lifted his head to meet Fabian and their mouths merged
into a long passionate kiss.
As
they
paused for air, the slave japan bikini models coughed discretely asking whether he tell
should the Lady Julia that they had been delayed. The moment was lost
as they both collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.
"Tell
the Lady Julia that we will be sex girl model delayed a little." Flavius said,
"We're not used to sharing our morning routines yet."
Fabian
stared at Flavius.
"Yet?"
he asked, wondering whether he understood.
"It's
up to you. If it's what you want then there's something you have to
do." Flavius said, "You've got until then to decide."
Because
of school, some formal events had been shifted to Saturday mornings.
It was the one regular time of the week that Flavius had to be
Governor. He stepped into that role the moment he began putting on
his formal robes. Fabian dressed first and was shown through to
Julia's apartments where he was introduced to Titus and Marcus.
He
was
made to feel welcome but it was one of those uncomfortable times when
everyone was just waiting and filling in time with small talk.
Julia,
Titus and Marcus went through the little ritual saying that they were
at Governor's service then waited looking towards Fabian.
Fabian
took a deep breath to calm himself down and approached Flavius,
kneeling in front of him.
"Your
Excellency," he said, "I'm at your service."
Flavius
bent forward and kissed Fabian on the the forehead before taking his
hand and asking him to stand.
Protocol
and ritual was almost like a language in the Roman empire. Kneeling
instead of bowing denoted greater submission than bowing, while the
kiss showed that he was more than mere servant. Even taking his hand
showed that he was someone special.
"Welcome
to the family." Julia said over breakfast, "We'll have to find to
you an apartment though I assume you'll practice sharing your morning
routines."
Fabian
blushed, completely lost for words.
"Mother,
stop teasing him." Flavius said grinning, "You'll scare him
away."
"I
understand you want to be an engineer." Titus said, "Any
particular field?"
"Electronics."
Fabian replied, "I've built my own computer and I've been involved
in software projects."
"Yes
but software is not real engineering is it" Titus said, "It's
more arty-farty like a playwright or an artist.
"It's
planning and design." Fabian replied, "Your ships would still be
navigating with sextant and compass without it."
Titus
nodded, "Good point but all the best software comes from Japan.
They've got the market."
"It's
not the whole story though." Fabian replied. "Historically a lot
of the original work on computers started here and in the
neighbouring provinces but it was all to do with codes and spy stuff
then. No one saw the real potential though. The real development
happened in the American provinces but it wasn't taken seriously so
they moved it to Japan. The Empire still gets favourable licenses
because of that but we're still dependent on Japan."
Fabian
paused, wondering if he was going too far but everyone was listening
intently.
"The
Japanese model is intensely commercial and tied up with licenses and
copyright but a Scandinavian has come up with a new model based on
Open Source. All the software is freely available and you can adapt
it to your own needs."
"So
instead of being dependent on Japan, we become dependent on
Scandinavia." Julia said.
"Not
at all." Fabian replied, "The beauty of Open Source Software is
that we can develop our own. If we couldn't cooperate with
Scandinavia for any reason then jessicamodel torrents our own system would diverge and
become incompatible over time. A lot of Roman citizens are doing work
on the project but at the moment it's not really benefiting the
Empire because we choose the Japanese stuff."
So
you're saying the Empire could become independent of foreign software
and computers." Flavius asked.
"Probably."
Fabian replied. "I'm more interested in Internet technology which
needs to be compatible worldwide."
"And
you're saying that we already have experts in the field," Flavius
asked.
Fabian
nodded. "Oh yes! They've published several papers on possible
developments and we've got a good base in the hardware technology."
"Flavius,"
Julia said, "It's time you got today's show on the road. Are you
introducing your companion today?"
Flavius
glanced at Fabian who shrugged.
"I
think so, Mother." Flavius replied, "If nothing else, Fabian'll
be able to come and go more freely. It's just a shame that he'll have
to stand at the back of the hall."
"Not
for long." Titus replied, "I've a feeling he could become
involved in your education reforms. I'd like to talk some more."
The
morning went smoothly. Fabian went through the ritual again and then
was guided to the back of the hall. He was now recognised as the
Governor's companion but his position in the crowd showed that he
still had no status compared to the Nobles.
Now
that
the Nobles saw him as a successful Governor, bringing business into
the Province, his eccentricities were increasingly tolerated though
they would be happier if he slowed his reforms down..
Fabian
was newstar models teen readily accepted because it was hoped he would distract Flavius
so that he lost interest in them altogether. When Matthew came to
collect him when the last petition had been presented Fabian found
himself being greeted warmly by many in the hall.
Matthew
took him back to Julia's apartment and shortly after Flavius arrived
dressed in his House of Sparta tunic.
He
knelt
saying, "Good Morning My Lady."
"You
can relax, Flavius." Julia said, "Have you got time to eat before
heading for the Cirensons.
"Yes
Mother." he replied, "There's just one thing I have to do first."
He
approached Fabian and knelt again saying, "This slave is at your
service, Master."
Fabian
bent down to grab him round his waist and lift him up. He stood back
up and their heads were at the same level."
Fabian
planted a large kiss on Flavius' mouth.
"You
are never my slave, Flavius." he said, "I don't want that, do you
understand?"
Flavius
nodded and kissed Fabian. As he set Flavius on the floor Fabian
lifted Flavius' tunic and landed a resounding slap on the boy's bare
backside.
"That's
for calling me Master." he said mock sternly, "Don't do it
again."
Flavius
had not been really hurt and giggled as he hugged Fabian.
"You
win," Flavius said contentedly.
Fabian
had no wish to join his family shopping. It was boring at the best of
times but it would have been terrible to be in close company with
Flavius but not acknowledge their new relationship. Flavius wanted to
stay in the role of slave for his friends, Harold and Steven.
He
spent
time talking about his ideas on computing to Titus until he mentioned
he liked swimming.
"Why
don't we go to the baths," Marcus suggested, "I like to swim
too."
"Grandmother
would have a fit." Fabian replied, "I like to swim lengths and
really go for it and she says it's bad manners to train so hard,
especially in public."
"Nonsense."
Julia snapped, "Even my husband would have approved. He'd talked
about having a pool built in the Palace but he'd never got around to
it. It's pure physical ability like athletics. If you decide to go,
Matthew will phone ahead. He'll arrange a lane and a coach for you if
you wish."
"My
mother said the same thing and wouldn't let me go to the pool."
Marcus said, "Can we go, please?"
Fabian
shrugged in surrender. At the pool he began to realise how his status
had changed. He gave his name and prepared to pay but a slave showed
him and Marcus straight to the changing rooms. When they were ready,
they were taken to the pool and the lane with a big reserved sign
beside it. Fabian felt as if everyone was looking at him but Marcus
was more used to the special treatment. He spotted some friends teen model tickle and
soon they were playing happily.
Fabian
dived in and swam as hard as he could. He pushed himself until he was
exhausted then sat on a recliner beside the pool watching Marcus. The
slave stood dutifully nearby ready to serve him. On Fabian's
instructions the lane divider was removed. nude models harrisburg He felt guilty about
taking up so much space for himself.
When
Fabian entered the water again he soon found himself surrounded by
Marcus' friends being used as a diving board and targeted for their
rough and tumble. His cock was a particular target for their games.
It
was
all harmless fun and Fabian enjoyed himself. As they left he felt
refreshed and ready for the evening event. The dinner party. Fabian
was dreading it. If the boys had planned the weekend like a military
operation and had inflicted serious defeats on the enemy, the dinner
party was the opportunity for Agathia to rally her troops and launch
her counter attack.
Apart
from his grandmother using the formality of the evening to regain the
advantage, he would have to be in the same room as Flavius and not
acknowledge him. It would be easier than the more relaxed shopping
trip he had escaped that afternoon but the evening still promised to
be a monstrous ordeal.
Chapter
14
Once
the
family was assembled Agathia swept in, pushing herself in front of
Harold and sitting herself at the head of the table.
"We're
all here now," she said, "I hope the food is as punctual."
As
if on
cue the phone rang.
Hans
answered it, looked surprised and said, "It's for Mr. Fabian, sir.
May I suggest he takes it in your study, sir."
Both
Flavius and Harold noticed the tone of his voice and Harold nodded.
"Rubbish,"
Agathia said angrily, "It's just one of his useless friends. Just
hang up, boy."
"We
don't just hang up on people in this house, Aunt Agathia." Lyllia
said, "Go through Fabian."
"Hurry
up then. Don't keep us all waiting." Agathia snapped glancing
angrily at Lyllia
Hans
looked at Flavius.
"Go
and attend Mr. Fabian," he said.
"Let's
have a drink while we're waiting." Harold said, "I hope you like
this bottle, Aunt Agathia. It's from the vineyard, we're visiting
tomorrow."
"Senator
Crevellio. Someone else nude 10yo model you're sucking up to," Agathia retorted,
"This family has managed very well without crawling after favours."
Brutus
looked as if he was ready to tip the bottle he was carrying over
Agathia's head. Steven grinned super perteen models and shook his head. Luckily Flavius
arrived asking Harold if he could step into the office. Harold
returned a few minutes later.
"Lyllia,
my dear. Could you delay dinner for as long as possible. If it won't
keep any longer then please begin without us." He looked pointedly
at the Imperial Decree before continuing, "It is important."
"Yes
of course, dear." Lyllia replied, "Steven, please look after our
guests. I'll have to be in the kitchen. Allen won't know what to do."
"Typical
backwater attitudes." Agathia snapped, "You let the telephone run
your lives and have a cook who doesn't know how to cook."
"Be
quiet, mother." Paulus said more sharply than he intended, "It's
obvious that call is from someone important. I hope Fabian hasn't
upset someone at the Governor's Palace."
"That's
another thing." Agathia said, "Just why is the Governor so
interested in him and not us. Do you know, Steven."
"Fabian's
not in trouble, Aunt." Steven replied, "but I can't discuss
Palace business, can I Uncle."
"No,
of course not."
It
was a
tremendous relief models latinas denudes when Harold and Fabian finally returned. Not even
Agathia objected when Harold claimed his position at the head of the
table and had Fabian and Steven sit on either side of him before
calling Lyllia and Allen from the kitchen. Once the family was seated
he called for attention.
"The
late Provincial Governor was a close friend of the Emperor and in his
turn the Emperor has taken a great deal of interest in his son,
Flavius Aulus, the present Governor. It helps that Flavius is
attempting to modernise the education system as his Imperial Service.
It also helps that Flavius is a bright, mature young man who seems to
recognise those qualities
in others.
"Modernising
education is important for the future of the Empire otherwise we're
going to lag behind our rivals."
He
paused, glancing between Agathia and Paulus.
"I
know you think that such things should be left to your betters but it
seems that our betters think that some of us in this room have
something to contribute.
Now
apart from various training schemes Flavius' Uncle Titus has been
looking for ways to kick start technological development and it seems
that Fabian has an ideal scheme. I don't understand computers but I
do know that most of it is imported. It seems that Fabian has
succeeded in convincing Titus that there's an alternative and Titus
has got the Emperor interested.
"Fabian
has a week to prepare a presentation before he takes it to Rome to
show the Emperor."
Agathia
and Paulus were staring open mouthed, for once at a loss for words.
"He's
a clerk in the Post Office." Paulus spluttered, "What can he know
about anything. This is all nonsense. He can't possibly change the
Empire."
"No!
He can't, any more than Flavius has done. Flavius forced a single
school to consider new ideas. Other schools are starting to copy and
the Civil Service is having to catch up after a lot of pressure from
the Emperor. The changes are being organised by thousands of people
but it's Flavius who deserves the credit for making it happen.
"The
same applies to Fabian. I repeat, I
don't understand computers. I just use them. Apparently
Fabian
does russian young modell
know something about them and he's got people interested. Again
the work will be handed over to Universities and the like but it will
be Fabian who started it."
Harold
turned to Lyllia, "I'm sorry, dear. Can you salvage dinner or
should we eat out?"
The
meal
proved to be surprisingly good despite the delay. They ate in
silence, everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts.
Afterwards,
the conversation started up again.
"I
suppose Fabian will be staying with you, Harold?" Paulus asked.
"No!
I'll be staying at the Palace. russion nn model
I've become the Governor's companion."
Fabian replied.
"I've
heard of that but what does being a companion mean?" Lyllia asked.
"Not
a
lot," Harold replied, "Everyone recognises that he's close to the
Governor and he's probably had to demonstrate his status to the
Nobles. If they're all happy that he's not going to grab privileges
that he's not entitled to, then they won't mind him coming and going
freely."
"Companion
indeed! He's become a catamite," sneered Agathia, "I knew it. All
this is a farce so that Aulus brat can get up Fabian's arse. You're
coming home with us and we're leaving now. Harold arrange it."
"You
can leave if you wish, Grandmother but I'm staying." Fabian said,
"I've already been up Flavius' arse so he's entitled to return the
compliment."
The
courts could interpret Fabian's admission as an assault on a noble
and it was a jodie teen model capital offence. It left Agathia shocked and
embarrassed.
"Mother,
you dev teen models are missing the point." Paulus said, "Fabian has been
summoned by the Emperor. Whatever the reason that's a great honour
and it'll guarantee his promotion. He may even end up out ranking me.
"This
Aulus boy will soon get tired of him and as Harold's said he's just
got one or two wild ideas that's caught some gullible people's
attention but once the Emperor sees through it all, he'll be home."
"Excuse
me, Uncle. I need some air." Fabian said, "Someone fetch me a
drink."
A
few
minutes later, Flavius joined him in the garden holding a tray with a
drink. Fabian just stood.
"I'm
sorry about the crack about getting up your arse." Fabian said,
"She really got to me. She insulted everything and everyone and
made me feel cheap. They've made you seem cheap too and I hate them
for it."
Just
then Hans, Steven, the other boys and Lyllia joined them.
"I'm
sorry for spoiling your evening, Aunt Lyllia," Fabian said.
"You
didn't spoil it. We should perfect grade models be celebrating your good news. I hope
Harold knows what he's doing."
"I
don't understand them." Brutus said, "They seemed annoyed that
Fabian has such good prospects. Why weren't they pleased for him?"
"Because
he's disturbing their neat little world." Lyllia replied, "Aunt
Agathia isn't the big wheel any more and all she wants, is to have
everything back as it was."
"I've
never seen dad so angry," Steven said, "I almost feel sorry for
them."
As
he
spoke Harold's voice could be heard. No one could hear what he was
saying but there was no doubt that he was furious. Finally he called
them all back in, sending Steven to change into his Sparta tunic.
When
he
returned, Harold had him stand by his friends.
"These
boys all volunteered to help us and set out to give you the best
possible time. All you've done is try to ruin it. Flavius, Brutus
come here."
Harold
paused before dropping his next bombshell of the evening
This
is
Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor of this province and a true loyal
friend of ours. This is Brutus, son of Senator Gaius Crevellio, an
equally good friend as are Hans, Alan and Luke. Their last duty of
the weekend is to dump you and your bags in the car to take you to
the station. You are no longer welcome here."
"Lyllia,"
Agathia said, "Are you going to allow your husband to speak to me
like that. I'm your family."
"Aunt
Agathia," Lyllia replied, "Harold is my family and these boys are
our friends. You can stay if you wish but while you are here you will
remember that this is Harold's house. He will be treated with due
respect as will our friends asia nude models and other guests."
"Yes
but if they're going to run around like slaves how do we know who we
should honour?"
"Respect,
Aunt. Not honour. Flavius gets as much honour as he wants at the
Palace. They all volunteered to help, then worked hard to make your
stay enjoyable. They all deserve respect for their efforts."
Agathia
knew she was beaten and things would never be the same again. She
either cut herself off from her niece or go home to boast of her
families connections and changing fortunes.
"Harold,
I've been too hasty," she said in an unusually polite tone of
voice, " I wish you had told me who these boys were. I would have
understood better but I can now see that His.... er..... Master
Flavius is a fine young man who wont let Fabian down and it's obvious
you're held in very high esteem.
"He's
just Flavius in that tunic, Aunt." Lyllia said, "He needs to get
away from the stresses of the Governorship."
"That's
the role that he's born to." Paulus said, "His breeding should be
enough for him to cope."
"And
I'm still in the room." muttered Flavius irritably.
"You
can't have it both ways," Fabian grinned, "If you want to be a
slave then you have to put up with listening to pompous waffle."
Paulus
glared angrily at his son while Agathia was not sure if she should
join in with the laughter but it was not enough to save the evening.
Everyone was edgy and on guard. Agathia decided she was tired and
chose to go to bed not long after. Paulus followed suit heading back
to the hotel. Harold and Lyllia were emotionally drained by the
experience and were glad for time to themselves. Flavius and Fabian
headed for the palace with Hans. Brutus also went home leaving Luke
and Alan models teen 16 to serve breakfast.
Fabian
joined his family as they set off for the baths. Agathia was unhappy
at the fuss that Fabian's appearance caused.
A
lane
was hastily roped off in the swimming pool so that he could swim french supermodels his
lengths, a most undignified public display, irritated that he spent
time playing with some of Marcus' friends who were there and amazed
at the cordial way in which he was greeted by their parents, some of
which were highly ranking nobles.
The
afternoon visit to the Crevellio estate was equally awkward. Agathia
was only too aware of the remarks she made in front of Brutus which
made Gaius Crevellio's obviously genuine efforts to welcome them so
much more embarrassing.
Agathia
was only too pleased to be on the train that evening heading for home
and never visited again.
************
Flavius
served as Governor until his death, aged eighty seven. He held
several offices in the Empire and was a friend to three emperors.
Father,son and grandson. Years later historians still argued over the
contribution he made to Rome's Great Revival which began in his
lifetime.
His
supporters credit him with single handedly modernising the Education
system and the Imperial Civil Service, not to mention preventing the
war with Scandinavia. His detractors say he was just a lucky fool
with a fetish for being treated like a slave.
Flavius
was no fool, just the opposite. He had a talent for understanding
people and bringing out the best in them. He possibly had a fetish.
Even late in life he would put on a slave tunic and wander around the
town. There is no record of him ever being punished when he was an
adult but he did enjoy escaping from the Governor's Palace and all
it's formality.
He
was
certainly a catalyst in starting the Great Revival but unless the
will to change the Education system had been strong enough throughout
the Empire, his Imperial Service would have failed.
Neither
could he have changed the Civil Service without Imperial support or a
general feeling that it needed changing. His experiences in those
first few teen model skye months as Governor taught him a lot about the entrenched
attitudes people could adopt. He had also discovered that it was
possible to unsettle and undermine their complacency.
Where
the plot against Flavius had been amateurish there was another plot
against the Emperor which was much better organised and a threat to
the entire world. People in powerful positions were trying to
undermine the relationship between the Empire and Scandinavia. They
were making fortunes as both sides re-armed and expanded their forces
and would make even more in the rebuilding that would follow a war
when, in it's weakened state, the Empire would be models pedo
vulnerable to a
take over.
The
Emperor knew that dispatches between him and the Scandinavian King
were being intercepted and subtly altered. He had unofficial ways of
communicating with the King but they never knew who to trust. It was
essential that they met face to face and agree some documents that
could not be intercepted. Even the Scandinavian King had heard of the
House of Sparta and had taken an interest in Flavius' progress.
The
King
had agreed that the meeting be held there and preparations begun. The
Scandinavian navy had a square rigged sailing ship, the Thor, which
they used for training and good will visits. It would be setting sail
on a training cruise soon, during which a crew member would develop
severe appendicitis and the Captain would ask for assistance. It
would be given permission to tie up at the dock that Harold and Mr
Jameson would arrange.
As
thanks, youn russian models the House of Sparta would be invited to join it for a short
cruise. With the Governor's Palace putting on a reception to greet
the officers, there was plenty to adolescent model nn
distract attention. No one cared
that a couple of unimportant officials boarded the ship and no one
noticed that they did not get off again.
In
spite
of Flavius' involvement in the House of Sparta travelling incognito
had not duvx young model become acceptable but it was seen as a useful tool. Flavius
had also demonstrated his Province's complete loyalty to the Empire.
Officially the Emperor was taking a holiday in Capri. A few knew that
he had an important meeting to attend to and only a handful of
operatives from the Imperial Secret Service based in Flavius'
province, knew that he had boarded the Scandinavian training ship.
The
only
other person who knew was Mark, Harold's assistant, who suddenly
found himself the Emperor's aide.
Although
Flavius was credited with being fully involved in the meetings he
knew nothing about it until they had cleared land. The Emperor
appeared on deck to watch as a submarine surfaced alongside to
transfer the Scandinavian King on board. While the two monarchs
discussed world problems, Flavius was being chased up a mast by a
seaman wielding a short length of rope known as a 'starter'.
He
may
have created favourable conditions for the meeting but his
involvement was limited to an adventure that few Roman boys had the
chance to experience. It is unlikely that he ever learned of the plot
and he was never involved in the arrest and interrogation of the
conspirators.
Once
they had compared documents, the ones sent to the ones received all
doubts, that they had been tampered with, had been removed. Logs
showed who had handled the documents and who had the means to alter
them.
Three
people in the Empire were initially arrested and one was able to
prove his innocence and released.
The
interrogation room was laid out in a way designed to terrify. It had
the desired effect on the older of the two men who was detained. He
broke as soon as he was brought in. The younger man was made of
tougher stuff. The interrogators were experts at reading their
victims and knew what to do. One of their least frightening devices
was a bar resting on two posts with four more posts at the corners of
a rectangle surrounding the bar. The victim was tied laid along the
bar with his arms and legs tied to the corner posts. His head was
tied to the bar so that he could not lift it. Prisoners were always
naked and this one was now secured in a very bottomless teen models vulnerable position. His
weight was carried by relatively small areas of his body which
quickly began to hurt and the posts had tackle so that he could be
stretched tight.
Apart
from that, he had not been hurt and the interrogators spoke to him
gently even kindly.
He
was
questioned one last time and he still refused to talk though he was a
lot less confident. His nose was pinched and as he opened his mouth
to breath a spreader was pushed in keeping it open. A cloth was
placed over his mouth and nose then water trickled over it. The man
had a terrible sense of drowning. Even when the young china model towel was removed he
coughed and spluttered as he tried to draw in air. At the same time
the interrogator inserted a feather touching the back of the throat
making his victim gag.
The
interrogator removed the spreader.
"Some
people play games like this for fun." he said, gently stroking his
prisoners cock. "It turns them on. I don't get it myself but we'll
play a little longer if you like. We'll have to get down to business
soon though.
"When
we do get serious what shall top models child I do first? Smash your face to pulp or
cut your cock kathy teen model
off."
The
man
had not been hurt but he had been terrified at the prospect of
choking to death. The threats were the last straw and he began
talking as freely as the other prisoner.
Both
men
were locked in a small cage barely two foot by two foot and six foot
long and a tarpaulin was draped over it before it was carried out to
a lorry. The lorry took them to a dock where the cage was loaded onto
a small but fast boat. They finally understood their fate when the
boat's engine stopped and they felt their cage tilting upwards. The
cage slid down the plank it had been resting on into the water,
pulled by the concrete block that nngirls teens models
had been chained to it. The last
thing the two men were aware of, was the cold of the water and a
tightening of their chests as they sank into the depths.
Others
met a similar fate, disappearing without trace. It said something for
the Security Service that every one of them was actively involved in
the plot and that there would have been enough evidence to convict
them had they stood trial. Instead, their families were led to think
that they had met with an accident while on Imperial Service and did
not question the substantial pension they received. The media
commented on the spate of accidents involving important members of
Roman Society but confined speculation to statistics, odds and
probability.
Flavius
was unaware of all this. He recognised that he had been used to cover
the secret negotiations which led to vastly improved relations with
Rome and Scandinavia. His involvement was limited to obtaining places
for Roman boys on Thor's cruises in exchange for a safe Winter berth
that never became icebound.
As
well
as being accused of pandering to the lower classes and threatening
the social order he is also accused of being cruel and heartless
towards his slaves. Flavius was a good friend and freed more slaves
than any other Roman of his time. He encouraged his slaves to undergo
training and then sponsored them while they set themselves up in
business. He was never known to punish a slave who made a genuine
mistake. The one thing he would not tolerate was disloyalty to
himself. If slaves tried cheating, stealing or betraying him in any
way then they could expect no mercy.
Flavius
had little appetite for harsh punishments or torture but he could
offer to hand the unfortunate slave over to Brutus and Steven.
The
two
boys had become friends sharing their common interest and not long
after Agathia's visit, they had explored the more remote areas of the
estate.
They
came across a wall, at least twelve foot high, topped with barbed
wire. Much of the wire had rusted away but it still gave the
impression that they had found a grim and forbidding prison.
The
slaves attending them looked terrified as the boys searched for the
entrance. It turned out to be unlocked but the hinges were seized
solid. While waiting for it to be opened one of the slaves told the
boys what he knew.
It
was
well known that Brutus' grandfather had been a cruel man and that he
had his 'fun house' as he called it. Gaius, Brutus' father, had never
mentioned it preferring to forget about his father's viciousness.
Slaves taken into it were rarely seen again and over the years it
became a place to be avoided as the stories that the slaves told
about the place turned into the stuff of nightmares.
If
Brutus had ordered the slaves to enter with him, they would have
probably refused so, once the door was opened, Steven and Brutus
entered alone. The top three feet of the wall was covered with small
blades pointing downwards. Together with the barbed wire, anyone
attempting to climb the wall would have been cut to shreds. The
concrete yard was still in good condition except for a few cracks
that had given plants a foothold. A gallows stood in the yard along
with a cross and a selection of beams supported by posts. Much of it
was made of wood and was rotten. The entrance to the building was
also rotten but the inside was in surprisingly good condition. There
were three rooms and a small kitchen.
One
room
was a comfortable bedroom apart from the manacles attached to the
bed. There was a day room, the d├ęcor split into two parts. The
smaller part boasted a concrete floor, with eyelets fixed to the
walls, floor and ceiling and a display of whips, knives, manacles and
other devices. The other two thirds of the room looked like a
comfortable office with a desk and comfortable chairs.
The
third room was simply a torture chamber. Again there were eyelets
over the walls, floor and ceiling. There was a rack, harnesses,
shower and toilet area and tiny cells to hold prisoners.
Roman
boys are not too worried about slaves being whipped or punished but
there was something about all the devices that revolted them.
Manacles had small spikes on the inside so that when they were
attached the victims limbs would be pierced. Neck rings had something
like preeteen model porn sandpaper glued to the inside or were rough and burred so that
every movement scraped the skin. Whips had pieces of metal knotted
into them so that the flesh was ripped and torn. Even the cells had
small spikes protruding so that the hapless prisoner could not avoid
standing or leaning into them.
The
whole set up was there to inflict injury. It was pointless.
"No
wonder the slaves are scared of this place. Grandfather had a thing
about spikes, didn't he." Brutus said, "We could do teen girl model it up though
and have some fun here.
"Not
with those spikes everywhere," Steven replied, "I'm not into
being ripped apart."
"Neither
am I. Like I said, do it up." Brutus said, "Keep it as our fort
if you like but get everything new and we can be ourselves here."
"It'll
be be difficult getting your slaves in here." Steven said, "If
they refuse, you'll have to punish them just for being scared."
There
was a bright glint in Brutus' eyes as he replied, "I'll promise
that nothing will happen to them that couldn't happen to us and
they'll be rewarded for helping."
They
found half a dozen slaves willing to help. They were all fairly leigh teen model young
and were used to Brutus. The stories about his grandfather seemed
more distant to the younger slaves, as if they were myths or legends.
One
slave, Fred, had been a builder before being convicted of robbery,
and so, while the gate was being repaired, he, Brutus and Steven
planned the renovations. The first thing to be built was a simple
flat pack shed standing beside the gate. Once finished they all
trooped inside and stripped. Once outside the slaves automatically
lined up nervously waiting for orders. Steven joined the line while
Brutus knelt in front of a startled Fred, offering him a red armband.
"You're
the expert so you're in charge while the gate's locked." Brutus
said.
He
leant
forward and kissed Fred's cock. "Don't give anything that you don't
want to accept."
Years
later the slaves would believe that Brutus had said, 'I'm at your
service' but he had deliberately avoided uttering that formal line.
Brutus
and Steven modelled the fort on the House of Sparta. Fred was
uncomfortable with his role and for a time Steven found himself
becoming second in command advising Fred on what to do.
All
the
rotting wood was cleared first. Any furniture that could be salvaged
was taken outside and thoroughly cleaned. Steven took pleasure in
allocating the dirtiest jobs to Brutus until Fred accepted that he
really was in charge then made Steven work alongside Brutus.
Outside
they built a system of beams and posts looking like the skeleton
outline of an enormous box. There were arrays of ropes and tackles.
Brutus
was it's first victim. He was secured spread-eagle to the beams. His
weight was still on the ground and his his arms were bent slightly
but his body was completely vulnerable. He was stiff and hard before
Steven handed out lightweight cat o'nine tails to a olga ls model couple of slaves.
As
they
approached him, Brutus' cock pointed upwards to the sky. He was
breathing heavily and as he tensed himself for the first of the blows
his rib cage was clearly visible above his taut stomach.
The
blows stung making him jump and wriggle around as his back and front
reddened. Suddenly his hips buck and he shot string after string
across the yard. His legs buckled and he hung from the ropes until he
was lowered to the ground.
"That
works," Steven said, "Who's next?"
A
couple
of the slaves were sporting their own hard hard ons but it was one of
the slaves that done the whipping who said, "I've given it, now I
suppose I'll japanes young models
have to take it."
He
was
semi hard but he obviously was not keen.
"What
would russian models pretenns
turn you on the way Brutus was?" Steven asked.
The
slave thought for a moment.
"Being
spanked knowing that I would be fucked afterwards." he replied.
"You're
down to launch the office then. We'll install a spanking horse just
for you."
The
slave smiled nervously, wondering what he had let himself in for.
"We're
slaves." one of the others said, "This isn't our idea of fun."
His
cock
was stiff and solid and sweet angels model he had always been the most willing to speak
up for the others.
"How
do you mean?" Brutus asked.
"We
all get punished from time to time." the slave replied, "You're
just asking us to volunteer for some more."
They
all
tensed, the slaves looking worried as Brutus ordered the slave who
had been speaking to be secured as he had been.
The
slave was in his twenties, muscular without an ounce of fat on him.
His balls hung proudly behind his impressively thick cock. It pointed
to the ground not in the least excited by unfolding events.
Brutus
knelt in front of the frightened slave, gently stroking the inside of
his thighs before leaning forward to gently lick the slave's manhood.
As Brutus' hands crept higher and his mouth enveloped the cock head
the slave groaned in ecstasy. He spread his legs a little further and
pushed his hips as Brutus' carefully slid a finger into the bound
figure.
Brutus
pulled back just long enough to softly say, "You don't have
permission to cum." before taking the slaves cock deep into his
mouth steadily working him to a climax with his tongue and lips. Very
slowly and very gently his finger penetrated deeper and deeper into
the slave.
The
slave tried to obey his Master and held back for as long as he could
until he could no longer stop the convulsing of his muscles and he
shot deep into Brutus' throat.
Brutus
withdrew his finger and stood up to look at his prisoner.
"Shall
I punish you for cumming without permission or do you want to leave
the fort and never return?"
The
slave was still frightened but he felt he could trust Brutus. Brutus
had promised that nothing that happened in the fort would ever leave
it and Brutus would never want it known that he had sucked off a
slave. He was also beginning to understand that Brutus wanted some
sexual fun and games and he could be a willing partner.
"I'll
stay and take my punishment, Brutus," he said eliciting shocked
gasps from the watching slaves.
"Use
my name would you?" Brutus asked with a grin, "That's OK in here.
Except of course when I can torture you. Maybe you should be more
polite then."
As
spoke
he had grabbed the slaves nipples and pinched. The slave gasped with
the sudden pain.
"Don't
you have to be careful, as well?" the slave asked, "I could be
doing this to you soon."
Brutus
laughed out loud and slapped the slave hard across his stomach.
"Yes
you could but it won't get you any mercy now. Your punishment for
cumming without permission is to stay tied up until everyone present
has jerked you off and I've fucked you.
One
of
the other slaves approached Brutus and knelt.
"Master,
You said we could speak freely in here," he said, "I'm happy to
help you restore this place but it doesn't feel right playing these
games with you. May cutie models
I be excused."
Brutus
nodded, "Of course. I said I only wanted volunteers. Would you be
prepared to administer your part of the punishment before you leave?"
The
slave grinned. "Of course, Master. Thank you."
He
approached the bound slave slapping him hard across the stomach as
Brutus had done.
"Have
fun, Lukas." the slave said, "We all know you get hard thinking
about our young master so maybe you won't mind a bit of pain as
well."
Three
of
the other slaves also withdrew. Though each one agreed to complete
his part of the punishment and each followed suit by giving Lukas a
slap.
Lukas
was halfway through his punishment. He ached, his cock felt rubbed
raw and he was exhausted. He could move slightly; the manacles were
leather lined so they could not hurt his skin but he could not rest.
It seemed that the last slave had finished with him, just a few
minutes ago in spite of being promised a break. Now Steven was
approaching him with something in his hand and disappearing behind
him. He gasped as he felt a pressure pushing slowly upwards but
insistently into him but he was too spent and drained to resist.
Almost reluctantly his cock began to stir at the new sensations
spreading through his body as he felt Steven's body as he wrapped his
arms around his waist to grab his cock. The pressure of a young teen
body pressed into him, the dildo rubbing his prostrate and the
incessant stroking of his cock made his protesting body react.
Finally he shot yet another load. He felt the tension and stress
drain away and hoped for a longer rest to recharge his overworked
balls. The sixth slave, the one who had volunteered for a spanking
took over almost without a break in the rhythm.
The
slave knew Brutus had only suggested he take his turn but he thought
like a slave. It did not occur to him to stop even when his own arm
began to ache with the effort. Lukas struggled as best he could in
his weakened state, desperate for a few moments to rest and regain
control of his emotions. His cock ached as once again it became
rigid. All his struggles had achieved had been to rub the dildo
against his prostrate more. It seemed to take ages but finally he
shot his sixth load.
Brutus
had said that Lukas should stay tied up, not that he could not be
moved so he had the slave lowered to the ground with his feet
manacled together, tied to a securing eye and similarly, his hands
secured above his head.
Brutus
knelt down beside his victim, gave him a few more playful slaps then
began stroking his cock again. Lukas was desperate to cum, not out of
passion but to end his ordeal and have the chance to rest but Brutus
was saving the best to last as he straddled Lukas to guide his
semi-turgid cock up into himself. Lukas was torn between fear at the
consequences of penetrating his Noble master and elation that Brutus
was consenting to it. He shot with a force that surprised everyone.
His whole body seemed to convulse with each wad of cream then he just
relaxed semi conscious, drained of every last scrap of energy.
Steven,
and the other slave agreed with Brutus when he released Lukas except
for a pair of light handcuffs. He was still tied as Brutus had
promised but he was allowed to rest, eat and drink before Brutus
completed the last part of the 'punishment' with Steven and the other
slave taking their turn as an extra penalty for calling him by name.
Brutus
and Steven became close friends and partners while their activities
in the fort became notorious. The two slaves became willing partners
in their games and General Maximilian was known to visit.
Flavius'
reputation for cruelty was guilt by association and it did not worry
him greatly. In fact, he was happy for slaves to be slightly wary of
him.
Luke
joined the army and under the new training schemes attained the rank
of general.
Alan
was was re-united with his blood family but remained as Titus' slave
until he turned twenty one when he was freed and adopted by Titus. He
worked as Titus' secretary and later he took over running the family
business. Marcus became a Professor of Classics at one of Rome's top
universities, happily married and content with his life.
With
Fabian's arrival, Hans thought he was no longer needed. It was partly
true. Flavius turned to Fabian, rather than Hans for love and comfort
but without him the House of Sparta would have failed. He did not
take his freedom until he wanted to get married and only then because
he wanted his son to be free. His training allowed him to open a
hotel, the first of a whole chain across the Empire.
The
House of Sparta had worked better than anyone could have believed
possible and continued for many years.
Fabian
never became one of its boys but was always a welcome guest. His
presentation on computer software became the last event to define the
way the House of Sparta would conduct its affairs.
He
understood his subject and could speak confidently but he suddenly
found himself with the full weight of the Governor's Palace and the
House of Sparta supporting him which was overwhelming and faced the
prospect of meeting the Emperor which was terrifying.
To
help
calm him, Flavius took the role of his personal slave, constantly by
his side to help and advise him. Flavius was with him when he went to
formally terminate his employment and clear his ls models nude
locker at the Post
Office sorting office where he worked with his father. The Governor's
Palace had rung to say that he was on his way, he arrived in a smart
limousine and it was made clear that he was covered by Imperial
Edict.
"Remember,
Master." Flavius had said just before they arrived, "You're the
man they're dealing with. I'm just a stupid slave to do your bidding.
Don't even look at me unless you want something."
Fabian
looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, my love. I'll make you proud of
me."
Flavius
was indeed proud of Fabian. As he was a V.I.P. from the governor's
Palace, the senior staff lined up to greet him and be introduced.
Flavius smiled to himself as he noticed that Paulus was not
considered senior enough to join the line but Fabian insisted on
seeing his father in his own office. When they left, Flavius was
carrying Fabian's belongings and hustled out of the way while the
Post Office staff tried to be pleasant to Fabian.
In
later
years he was often asked what he learnt from the House of Sparta. He
always replied that he had discovered that the sun did not shine out
of his arse.
Flavius
continued his role as Fabian's slave when they went to Rome. No one
recognised him until Fabian was taken to the Emperor and the Emperor
just glared at Flavius.
"I'm
not used to Provincial Governors skulking around the Imperial Palace,
boy." he said, menace evident in every syllable. "Explain
yourself."
"My
Master is not used to all this, Your Imperial Majesty." Flavius
said less confidently than usual, "His Excellency thought that he
needed a slave who was. He thought that it was part of his service to
you that he should give Master Fabian his utmost support. He also
thought that any sort of personal visit might detract from the real
purpose of this meeting."
The
Emperor continued to glare at Flavius for a time before turning to
Fabian.
"Welcome,"
he said, "I apologise for not greeting you immediately. Please
relax. This is not a state function and I'm sure that you've been
briefed that I prefer honest answers so we'll be as informal as
possible."
The
Emperor ignored Flavius from then on. Once, Fabian was caught off
guard by a question and Flavius moved to intervene. Fabian had
snapped at him to shut up and the Emperor had noted the irritation,
amusement and pride in his protege flash across Flavius' face. The
rest of the Palace followed the Emperor's lead and Flavius found
himself in the background completely ignored leaving him to learn a
lot as he watched the Palace going about it's business.
Fabian
returned home with instructions to develop his ideas further. Flavius
returned knowing that the principles that the House of Sparta was
based on had won the Emperor's approval and would continue. Flavius
could look forward to an exciting time as he grew to manhood.
The End

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