My Hadrian Part 1 By Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com
WARNING: This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual acts between boys and with men and boys. The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. Caesar Hadrian and Antinous are well documented historical figures, as is their relationship as lovers. Scholars disagree on certain facts concerning Hadrian and Antinous. Few disagree as to their relationship. This story is Fiction, but the author has tried to keep it to what would be reasonable for beliefs held at that time. Please read the preface for more information on the subject. The preface also includes a glossary of special words used in the story.
This story contains sex between a boy and a man. While these acts were acceptable by social standards 1860 years ago, today, they are not. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children.
If you are underage, or reading about homosexual acts between boys or by a man and a boy offends you; find something else, and delete this file. Most historians agree the relationship started before Antinous was 13, probably sometime around age 11 or 12, and continued to his death, in his late teens or early twenties. It is known that Antinous drowned in the Nile. It is debated if it was a sacrifice or an accident.
The author wishes to thank and acknowledge the help of Ronald Staley , in his efforts to keep the general tone of the story, historically accurate.
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My Hadrian Part 1
I, Antinous of Claudiopolis, have made my decision. Tomorrow, I will sacrifice myself for my Caesar, Emperor Hadrian, my erastes. My thoughts are logical and reasonable, just as my teachers have taught me to think.
Hadrian my erastes is ill. By my sacrifice, the gods have promised he will have years added to his life. My time as his eromenos is drawing short. Every day, I become more and more a man. It won't be long, before I have to give up my love, and move from his palace. Never to share his bed again. Never to have the strong arms of my Hadrian to hold me again. Never again to feel his manhood massaging my insides.
There are yet other reasons I should sacrifice myself. The Nile has failed to flood satisfactorily for two years in a row now. By my sacrifice, the gods will be appeased, and flood the Nile next year. My erastes', Emperor Hadrian's, Egyptian Providence, will be saved from famine. I believe the gods had Hadrian save my life on the last hunt, so I could sacrifice myself to them. There is just no other explanation as to why Hadrian was able to kill the cat, before it could maim and kill me.
I have nothing to fear. I will become a god. Those who sacrifice themselves in the Nile, join the other gods on Mount Olympus. That way, I will never die.
I have had a good life. Better then anyone has a right to expect. I have been the eromenos of the great Caesar Hadrian! I have been educated by the best teachers. I have traveled the lands of the great Roman Empire. I have been loved by Hadrian, the best erastes any boy could ever have. So, tomorrow, I will fall into the Nile.
I remember the first time I saw my Emperor Hadrian. It was in my home Province of Bithynia, in Greece. I was 12 years-old at the time he came to the school. I was honored when he kept looking at me. I knew I was the best looking boy there. He asked who was the best artist, and who was the best student. I beamed with pride when the teachers pointed me out, and said I was both.
That night, when we were preparing for bed, my friend Quintus called out, "Antinous is getting a big head! I will have to put him down in a wrestling match so I can fuck him and show him I am the best."
"Ho! You, Quintus?" I shouted. "You and what legion? I will show you who will play the erastes tonight! You will make a nice eromenos for me, once you learn your place!" I knew I could win. No one had beaten me, unless I wanted them to, since Aristomachus was chosen by a General to be his eromenos. I knew beating Quintus wouldn't be easy, but I am just a little stronger than him. Unless he could cause me to fall fast, I could out last him. Once he started getting tired, I could force the win.
As we removed our tunics, getting ready to grapple, I noticed some of the boys were rolling the dice to see who would fuck whom. I liked deciding by wrestling so much better than leaving it up to the whims of the gods. There have been times, when I wanted to be Quintus' eromenos. Then I would be easier to defeat.
Quintus startled me by ducking in, and getting me in a bear hug. It didn't take me too long to get out of it, but I could tell he was trying hard to win that night. I caught him in a move he wasn't expecting, and had him pushed out of the ring, before either of us realized it.
I could tell he was disappointed he hadn't won. After his bragging, I couldn't let him fuck me that night, but I decided I would suck on his cock for him after I finished fucking him.
Quintus went to his chest and got his pot of olive oil. I was glad we didn't have to use mine, as I was almost out. My allowance hadn't arrived, and my coins were running low. Good oil is so expensive. Quintus got a bigger allowance than me, and he could better afford the oil. I remember thinking at the time, that I hoped I would never be like some of the poorer boys I had heard about. I had heard some of them had to use cheap lamp oil. I prayed to the gods that would never happen to me. I prayed that I would win a foot race, where the prize was a pot of good oil, if my allowance didn't arrive before I ran out.
Quintus went to my bed, and lay face down on the bed. He handed me his pot of oil, and spread his legs wide for me. I used enough to make his ass slick, but not so much as to waste the costly fluid. I worked my oiled finger into his opening, as I gently stretched and relaxed his muscle. As soon as he was ready, I oiled my hard cock.
As I knelt behind him, Quintus took his hands and spread the cheeks of his butt wide for me. I entered him slowly, being as gentle as the most loving erastes would be. Quintus sighed, as my cock reached into him as far as I could go. I started humping into Quintus, coming almost all the way out, before pushing all the way back in.
It wasn't too long, before the gods granted me the feelings of pleasure. My body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I lay panting on Quintus' back, as I rested.
Around us, other boys were fucking or sucking with each other. Very few didn't join in our nightly play. They were the ones that called themselves Christians. What a silly religion. To have only one god to protect you? What were you to do, if you needed him and he was busy? And not to have sex with boys or men? How ridiculous! Why everyone knows that is the only proper way to grow up! How do they expect to learn how to be a man without an erastes? I have even heard, that they say a man is to love his wife. How can any real man love a woman! Bah! They would have us change the natural order of everything! Next they will be trying to have a father coddle a son and ruin him for life!
I prayed nightly to all the gods on Mount Olympus, that I would soon be chosen by a suitable erastes. I prayed for a General and I even dared to hope for a high Official. The gods answered my prayers with my Emperor Hadrian! How the gods have blessed me!
After I had rested on Quintus a while, I took the towel I kept by my bed, and wiped the oil from my cock. I turned him onto his back, and I knelt over Quintus, so my cock was over his mouth.
I pulled the foreskin of his cock down, to uncover the dark purple glans. I licked the fat head of his cock, teasing and tasting him. Quintus was moaning, before I took him in my mouth. He took my pleasure tool into his mouth, and was gently sucking on it, as I sucked on his.
I soon had to start bucking into Quintus' mouth. I knew my body was once more about to experience the thrill of a climax. I increased the suction on Quintus' dick, sucking harder and harder as he bucked faster and faster into my mouth. He was keeping up with me; sucking just as hard on me, as I was on him. I had to tense my body, and shove as far into Quintus' mouth as I could. Spasm after spasm shook my body, as thrill after thrill raced through me.
We collapsed against each other, as we panted and returned from that place the gods had taken us. We heard a slight cough, and looked up to see the porter standing there.
"I have to extinguish the lamps now, if you want to return to your bed before it is dark." he told Quintus.
We glanced around the room, and everyone else was already in bed, watching us. Quintus jumped up and dashed to his bed. He ran back to get his pot of oil, then returned to own bed.
I could see the way the porter was looking at me. I could see the tent of his tunic. I felt sorry for him, as he was a very good looking man of about 30, but, a boy of our social class could not have fun with a slave. That would be totally unacceptable. If he was a freeman, it might be different, but with a slave, No. He finished extinguishing the lamps, and went out the door to his pallet.
It was a few weeks later, and we were outside getting ready to run our race, when I spotted the purple toga of the Emperor, as he was walking along the road. Oh, my Hadrian is a fine figure of a man. He stands a good head over most men, and with his fine beard, you know at first glance, he is a man's man. Some people seem shocked that he would wear a beard. Just because he is the first Emperor to do so, means nothing. I think it makes him look distinguished. Even without the purple of his toga, I could have picked him out of the crowd of The Governor, Generals, Officials, and guards.
Caesar's group turned into the field, and we waited on our Emperor. I wanted to win my race so badly, in order to honor Caesar. I looked at the group I was to race. There was Lucullus and Valerius to beat. They have both won against me in the past, but I have beaten them also. They are fast, but I could win. I could easily out run all the others. I knew I could win.
Lucullus was telling us how he was going to win, as we got naked and ready to race. He bragged to us he would be the one congratulated by Caesar. He was just messing with our minds, trying to win before the race even started.
We were called to the starting line, and I took my running stance next to Lucullus. I limbered up my back, and legs, as the others got ready. At the ready mark, I was tense and ready to go. My left foot was a little ahead of my right, and I had my arms up, ready to start pumping. My legs felt as if they had springs in them, like Caesar's big machines of war; like his catapults, waiting to be released.
As I heard the CRACK of the gate's handle, I was ready to run as soon as the lines dropped. My legs exploded under me, propelling me forward. My arms were pumping as fast and as hard as they could, and I never looked back. My chest was heaving, and my heart was pounding. My legs ached and felt as if they would fall off. No one was in front of me, as I saw the finish line drawing nearer and nearer. All that was in my mind was; run! Run! Run, and win for Caesar!
I staggered across the finish line, and strong arms caught me to keep me from falling. I gulped in air, as the arms held me until I could support myself. As my breathing became easier, I became aware of the fine texture of the solid purple cloth the man holding me was wearing. I was being held by the Emperor himself!
I didn't know what I wanted to do. Should I stand up, and show Caesar how strong I am? Or, should I let him hold me against his strong body, a little longer? I lingered in his arms as long as I felt was proper, before supporting myself. Hadrian released his tight hold on me, but keep his arm around me, as he pulled me tight against him. He was telling the Generals and Officials around him to be careful. That I would soon be after one of their jobs! They all laughed, but I beamed with pride, as Caesar Hadrian leaned over and gave me the Kiss of Victory, along with his blessing. He ran his big strong hand down my back, and caressed my naked butt cheeks, before giving me a little pat on the butt, and sending me back to my group.
That night, as we were getting ready for bed, I could tell Lucullus was still green with envy. As we were about to decide who would play with whom, Valerius spoke up and announced that since I had won the race that day, and gotten a kiss from the Emperor, I should have pick of who would play my eromenos that night.
I walked over to Lucullus and hugged him. He's wasn't the cutest boy there, and we didn't often play together. He was still a little gangly, and hadn't started filling out. I kissed his cheek, and told everyone, "If I was Caesar, I would chose Lucullus."
Lucullus smiled at me, and returned my hug. Hand in hand, we walked over to my bed. Lucullus took off my tunic, and I removed his. I got my pot of precious oil, and slicked his butt hole.
Lucullus was laying on his side, and I snuggled against his back, as I slipped my hard dick between his butt cheeks, and into the hot opening of his body. Lucullus sighed, as I started working my cock. I reached across him, and took his eggs into my hand, gently rolling and massaging them. His dick was hard and engorged with his blood. I stayed away from the inflamed head of his dick, as I didn't want him to become too sensitive. He might not be the cutest boy in our group, but he did have the biggest cock and balls of any of us, and I wanted to feel his dick inside me, before the play was done.
I had to speed up with my fucking, as the tension inside begged for release. I felt Lucullus tense, and I could feel the shivers of pleasure the gods had sent though his body. I couldn't stop. I had to keep humping faster and faster into his hot hole. I was grunting, as I prayed for release. At last, I felt the gods touch me, as they sent that special feeling , jolting throughout my body.
I hugged Lucullus's back, as I lay resting inside him. My dick refused to go soft. It was still a hard peg inside his anus. As soon as I recovered, I pulled out of him, and handed him my pot of oil. He quickly had my ass ready to receive him.
I lifted my legs to my chest, and Lucullus knelt behind me. The head of his cock was forcing my hole open, as he slid inside me. I had to gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, as his dick-head found the home of the pleasure gods. I felt Lucullus lifting my legs onto his shoulders, and I opened my eyes to see Quintus kneeling beside us. He bent over, and my hard-on was in his mouth. He started gently sucking, as he ran his tongue around the head of my cock. I sobbed, as once again the gods sent wave after wave of pleasure through my young body.
I was still recovering, as Lucullus continued to use my anus, searching for the touch of the gods for himself. He sped up, and his humping soon turned into a pounding, as he fucked harder and harder into me. The feeling of him hitting the gods' home, was more then I could bear. My body was jerking and flopping around, with the fits the gods send to a mad man. Lucullus was pushing against my butt, trying to force his big body totally inside me, through my little opening.
Lucullus fell onto me, and we hugged each other tight. I was so tired, I didn't know when he withdrew his dick from me, or when the porter came in to extinguish the lamps.
I saw Caesar Hadrian a few times after that race. He came to the school one afternoon, and listened to us recite our mathematics lessons. Caesar watched me as I worked the problem on my wax tablet.
One morning, we were at drawing, when he joined us. We were outdoors, and I was drawing the big tree at the end of the pasture. Hadrian looked over my shoulder, as I sketched the tree. He watched a few minutes, then made some suggestions on how to improve my work. I made the changes he suggested, and when I was through, it looked as if a god had picked up the tree, and placed it in my drawing. Caesar could have been a famous artist, if he wasn't the Emperor instead.
One day, the head of the school came to my class. We where studying the Greek philosophers. Being Greek, and having what my teachers told me was a sharp mind, the philosophers were fairly easy for me. He interrupted the class, as he told me I was to go with the servant that was with him. I had to scream with joy, and bless the gods, as he told me I had been chosen to be Emperor Hadrian's eromenos!
My friends were crowding around me, pounding me on the back, as they gave me their congratulations. Even Lucullus was smiling as he congratulated me. Two slaves that had been sent, already had my chest, with all my possessions. I waved goodbye to my friends, as I walked down the road to my new home, at Caesar's palace.
When we arrived at the Governor's Palace, the servant led me to the Emperor's section. The chamber he showed me to, was quite suitable for the eromenos of the Emperor. The chamber was almost as big as our sleeping chamber at the school. The bed was large, and covered with fine fabrics. The chairs and tables were of the finest craftsmanship. The windows looked out onto a beautiful private garden, not the public garden I had seen often.
I asked the servant if I had time for a bath, before seeing the Emperor. I wanted to wash away the dust of the travel from the school, so I could be fresh when meeting Hadrian as his eromenos for the first time. He assured me Hadrian wouldn't be free until supper time.
The servant led me to the most beautiful bath I had ever seen. It was all of the finest marble, that had been polished to it's brightest shine. All the major gods and goddesses had been inlayed with bits of colored marble. I was sure it must have taken a thousand slaves a year, just to polish all those little pieces.
I was being cleansed with the best quality perfumed soap, when I asked the servant his name. He said his name was Stephen, and that he came from the Providence of Judah. He was a good looking young man of about 24 years or so. I stepped into the pool to soak, as Stephen went to get my clean tunic, and to clean my sandals. The water was perfect, and I was sure I was using the Emperor's own bath.
As I was soaking, a youth with his servant entered. He was wearing the bright white tunic of a student also, so I was sure he was another eromenos of our Emperor. His servant helped him out of his tunic, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before he left our erastes. He was about 18, but was already almost a man.
I called over, and introduced myself. He told me his name was Publius. We started visiting, as boys will do. As his servant soaped him and got him ready for the pool, Publius was filling me in on all the palace gossip.
Publius told me that our erastes Hadrian had 5 more eromenos' still in Rome, but the Emperor usually only took one with him when he traveled. Publius knew he would have to leave our erastes, before he finished the trip, and returned to Rome. Hadrian had to have a new eromenos to keep him company.
As he joined me in the pool, he put his head close to mine, and told me how to turn on our erastes, and get him excited. He told me everywhere on Hadrian's body, to lick and suck, so he would beg the gods for release. I listened closely, and captured each scene in my mind. I was determined to be the best eromenos Hadrian had ever had!
Publius stood up in the pool, and pulling the foreskin back from the head of his cock, he pointed to where Hadrian is most sensitive. He was showing me how to massage Hadrian's big eggs, and Publius and I were both hard. I opened my mouth, and leaned toward his hard cock, but Publius pulled back and told me, "This is our erastes' night. We will have plenty of time to play together later." Of course he was right. I just wasn't thinking.
As the servants were drying us, Publius grinned, and spoke up saying, "You have to see Stephen's dick." He looked over at Stephen and ordered him, "Lift your tunic, and show Antinous your dick."
Stephen stepped back, and I couldn't help but giggle as he lifted his tunic. It was, .... so, ........ so, ... naked! There was no foreskin over his dick-head! I asked him why it was that way, and what had happened to it. He told me he was a Jew, and it had been sacrificed to his God.
I had heard of this Jewish God before, and knew he was something like the Christian God. I decided right then, I could never be part of a religion that made you ruin your pleasure tool.
Stephen dressed me in a new student's tunic, and I couldn't keep from running my hands over the soft fine fabric. I had never had anything that nice against my skin. Publius was grinning at me as he informed me, "Our erastes buys us nothing but the best!" I knew I was going to love being Hadrian's eromenos! There were new sandals on my feet, and the nicest tunic I had ever seen, on my body. I felt I was on top of Mount Olympus with the gods!
We parted in the hallway, as we each went to our own chambers to rest before supper. I thanked every god I could remember, before laying down. This morning, I woke up a student at school. Tonight, I will go to bed as the eromenos of Emperor Hadrian!
I joined Publius, as we walked the hallways to the dining chamber. The guards at the doorway of the chamber, were the biggest I have ever seen. They smiled at me, as we entered the room.
Hadrian was reclining on his couch as we entered. Publius went to him and kissed his cheek, before taking the couch to Hadrian's right, as was Publius' right as the eldest.
I approached Hadrian, and knelt before him, pledging my life to my Emperor and erastes. Hadrian lifted me up, and held me to him, as he told me my beauty and charms had already made him love me. He kissed me, and I returned his kiss, before laying on the couch to his left. I was so full of joy, I didn't care if we ate or not.
The servers entered with great platters of pork and fowl. There was every vegetable I had ever seen. Caesar picked out what he would have, and I told my server I would have the same. As was only polite, I waited until Hadrian had fed a little of his food to his taster. He was about 5 or 6 years-old, and looked to be Egyptian. Caesar said he was the son of the cook. He felt pretty safe that the cook wouldn't poison his own son.
There was nothing stingy about Hadrian's table. There was a large pot of the most finely ground salt I had ever seen. I had no idea how much that could have cost! There were spices and herbs I had never even heard of. The wines were the finest I had ever drunk.
We spent about three hours at supper, and Publius and Hadrian were discussing Plato. I think Hadrian was both surprised and pleased when I had some interesting things to add to the discussion. I was pleased to learn my mind wouldn't get bored around Hadrian and Publius. In fact, I knew I would have to have the best tutors and study hard to keep up with them.
Hadrian yawned, and Publius politely excused himself and went to his own chamber. Hadrian smiled at me, and I stood. He arose, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as we headed for his bedchamber. The guards were walking close behind us. Hadrian stopped me from entering his chamber, until a guard had checked to make sure everything was alright.
My servant Stephen, and Hadrian's servant, were waiting as we entered. Stephen helped me remove my tunic, as Hadrian's servant was removing his toga. I had expected Hadrian to have a servant prepare my anus to receive his cock, but he dismissed them as soon as we were undressed, and had used the chamber pots. Hadrian only had to piss, but I forced myself to shit so I would be open to receive Hadrian's big cock. Stephen cleansed my anus and washed it, before slipping out the door.
Hadrian held his big strong arms out to me. I moved against him and took him in my own hug around his waist. By stretching up, I was able to lick his nipple, as Publius had told me he likes. My Hadrian let out a groan, and I knew Publius had been correct in his instructions. I took the nipple in my mouth, and gently started sucking on it. Hadrian's hands moved to the back of my head, and he was softly pressing me to his body. Once it was firm and erect, I moved my mouth to the other nipple. It didn't take long for it to respond. Hadrian's cock was responding too. I felt a great hard wedge against me.
We moved to Hadrian's bed, and he got a pot of oil. My erastes started lubricating my opening himself. He leaned over and placed a kiss on each of my butt cheeks, and that made me giggle. The olive oil he was using was the best I had ever felt. Publius was so correct when he said Hadrian bought us only the best.
He worked one of his big fingers inside me for a long time. Then he started working the muscle with two fingers. The boys that had fucked me had never done that, but my Hadrian is so much bigger than any of them. My erastes was soon working three fingers inside me. He slipped his fingers out, and asked me to slick his dick. I got the oil, and started applying it to his hard cock. I had never had one that big in my hand. It was massive and heavy, as I played with it and applied the oil.
Hadrian was ready to take his eromenos, and I was ready to accept my erastes. I had never had a grown man's cock up my anus, and I knew it was going to hurt. I was determined not to cry out in pain, no matter how bad it hurt.
My erastes placed me on my back, and lifted my legs. He told me he wanted to see my beautiful eyes and face, as he fucked me. He pulled the foreskin back from the head of his dick, and touched it to my puckered opening.
He started pushing in, and it felt as if he was trying to get one of his battering rams up my butt. I forced myself to relax and push out, just as if it was a boy's dick trying to enter me. The big head of Hadrian's massive cock broke into me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming in pain. He stopped just inside me, and after awhile, the pain lessened. He pushed a little farther in, and the pain was back in full force. I had to whimper, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes, but I refused to sob or scream the pain.
At last, I felt my Hadrian's pubic hairs against my butt. He was all the way in. He dried my tears and kissed me, as we rested. He told me I had the smallest and tightest anus of any eromenos he had ever had, but that he was so proud that I had been brave.
It made me so happy that he was proud of me. It wouldn't have mattered to me if he had split me in half. My ass now belonged to the Emperor Hadrian!
My erastes started taking slow strokes, and the longer he worked, the less the pain. It wasn't long, before I started feeling the pleasure gods enjoying the fuck. The gods sent a sliver of pleasure through my body, telling me they approved of my erastes.
I could tell the gods approved of me as Hadrian's eromenos also. His face had that look you get just before the gods touch. His face scrunched up, and his fountain erupted with his seed of life. He screamed as the gods touched him. I could feel his cum still squirting into me, as there was a commotion at the door. My Hadrian was still under the spell of the gods, but I was able to snatch the dagger from the table beside the bed. I was determined to protect his back at any cost! Even hooked to Hadrian like I was, and with my legs pressed against my chest! I didn't have much movement, but I was determined that anyone who attacked my erastes would die!
Continued
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