Roman Slave-Boy, 143 AD -- Part 4 - by Bill
As Yosef walked through the dark and silent tavern, the lamp he carried cast a golden glow over his naked body. Tucked under the 13-year-old slave-boy's arm was a box containing a set of anal stretchers, finely crafted of ivory.
When he came into the tavern's back room, Yosef heard soft whimpering from the youngster who lay curled up on the narrow bed. Yosef surveyed the boy's small naked body. His skin was the same all-over tan as Yosef's own... except for the boy's buttocks, which glowed red in the lamp light. The new tavern-boy's clumsiness earlier that day had evidently earned him a session with Master's punishment strap.
"Hey you! Boy!" barked Yosef. "What do you think you're doing on my bed?" This was the first time in his life that Yosef had authority over another slave, and he couldn't resist using it.
The startled boy stumbled in a rush to get off the bed, falling onto his face on the stone floor. "I'm sorry, Master!" he cried. "I won't do it again! Please don't whip me, Master!"
"Oh, gods! You ARE a greenhorn, aren't you?" said Yosef. He put down the lamp and box, offered the younger boy a hand, and lifted him to his feet. "For starters, I'm not your master, so don't ever call me that. We'd both get whipped if Master heard to say it to me. I'm a slave just like you. But Master told me I'm supposed to be your teacher, and I can spank you if it would help you learn. How about you call me `sir' for now? And when you've earned my respect, you can call me by my name -- Yosef.
"Yes, sir," said the boy softly. He wiped his hand across his tear-stained cheeks, and then at the snot leaking from his nose.
"So; tell me your name," continued Yosef. "When we worked together for a time this evening, we didn't speak even a word to each other." In fact, Yosef was surprised to hear the lad speaking unaccented Latin. He had presumed that the new boy was only recently enslaved and that Master had bought him fresh off the boat. Looking at the boy's penis, shorn of its foreskin, he had fully expected to hear the boy speaking the language from the land of Yosef's own birth, a tongue that Yosef barely remembered.
"My mistress... I mean the lady who used to be my mistress... she named me Cupid. But Mama told me that my birth name in the old-country was Caleb."
"Cupid's a sissy name," said Yosef authoritatively. "I'll call you Caleb then... and Master will just call you Boy. You sure don't seem to know much. How is it that a slave- boy wouldn't know how to pleasure a man's cock with his mouth or be able take a boner up his ass? I'm supposed to teach you those things, but it sure would have been easier if your previous master had broken you in. So what's your story? Tell me about your life before Master bought you."
Yosef sat down on the bed, but Caleb remained standing. "Come on!" said the older boy in a friendly voice. "It's ok to sit down on my bed. I was just fooling with you before." Caleb sat slowly, wincing slightly from the soreness of his spanked butt.
"Well... until yesterday, I was a slave in the house of Opelia Caesonia, over on the north side of the city, just outside the wall. She's a widow lady who lives with two maiden relatives. Mama is one of her house-slaves... in fact, now she's the only one. Mama said that Mistress has been in need of money, and she's had to sell her slaves. First to go was the eunuch, Aesop... then a house-maid, Eumelia... and then me."
"So what were your duties in this house of women?" asked Yosef, trying to imagine living with only females... and with a eunuch who might as well be a woman.
"Mostly I waited on my mistress and her cousin and niece. Whatever they told me to do. I'd fan them hour after hour when the weather was hot. And bring them things, like fetching the chamber pot and cleaning it out after. When they took their daily baths, I would strip and get in the water with them, and they enjoyed fondling me as I washed them. On cold nights, I'd sleep in the bed of my mistress to keep her warm with my body." Then he beamed with pride and said: "I became well-skilled at pleasuring a woman's nether parts with my tongue and fingers!"
"Ha! A lot of good that'll be for servicing customers here at the tavern." laughed Yosef. "Every last one is a man!" Then a thought occurred to him. "On the other hand, Master's wife will probably love it. She sometimes calls me to her room to pleasure her with my tongue." Yosef grimaced even at the mention. "So if you can take over that particular duty, I'll be grateful!"
"I would like that, sir!" said the boy, bright-eyed and enthusiastic.
"Hold on, kid. Mistress calls me to her bed once or twice a month. You'll be servicing men a half-dozen times a day." Yosef's eyes scanned down the newcomer's little-boy body, and he reached over to feel the lad's circumcised penis. "You've got a bare-headed dick like mine. You're a Judean, right?"
"That's what Mama told me."
"There was a terrible war in the homeland," said Yosef as his mind tried to retrieve fragments of his earliest memories. "And it was a long voyage coming here, across the great sea." Yosef still had nightmares about the chaos and fear at the end of the great rebellion, when those Judeans who weren't massacred had been exiled throughout the Empire as slaves.
"I don't remember," said Caleb. "I guess I was just a baby."
"So how old are you now?"
"Nine years, sir."
"You're plenty old enough to do everything required of a tavern-boy," said Yosef; "and that means getting your ass stretched enough to take a fuck from a big cock." He reached for the wooden box and opened it, revealing the ivory dildos and butt plugs of progressively larger sizes. The smallest dildo was artfully carved to resemble the erection of a boy just entering puberty. The largest was longer than as any cock Yosef had ever serviced. Each dildo was matched with a butt plug of equivalent length but of considerably thicker girth. The plugs were narrow at the top, had a bulbous middle, and narrowed again just before spreading to the wide base that held it securely in a boy's ass. There were seven matched pairs; one set for each day of a standard one-week course of stretching.
"Lie back on the bed and pull your legs to your chest."
Caleb did as instructed, exposing a small, clean asshole of the same light-tan skin as the rest of his body. Yosef knelt on the floor beside the bed and brought his hands to the boy's butt. The skin was hot from his recent spanking with Master's strap, but there were no bruises or welts. Bringing his face down, Yosef extended his tongue and licked slowly across the boy's cute little hole. Caleb gasped with surprise, and then sighed with pleasure as the older boy's tongue went to work on the sensitive anal flesh.
"Do you know how to unclench your hole, Boy?" asked Yosef, raising his head.
"I'll try, sir." But Caleb did just the opposite, squeezing his anal muscle even tighter.
"No! Push out; don't pull in. Try again."
This time the pucker winked open slightly, and Yosef's tongue probed into it.
"Oh! Oh, yes!" the boy moaned. "It feels amazing what you're doing!"
"I figured you'd like that," said Yosef as he rose up. He took the smallest dildo, an ivory duplicate of a boy's stiff penis, mounted on a small wooden handle. The ivory segment was 4 inches [10cm] in length and the diameter of a man's thumb. Yosef poured a small amount of olive oil onto his hand, slathering it onto the business-end of the dildo and wiped the rest onto Caleb's ass. Then he positioned it at the entrance of young boy's hole and eased it in slowly. "Push out like before," Yosef instructed.
As the probe slipped into his anus, Caleb's eyes lit up and he smiled at the older boy. "It doesn't hurt!" he said. "It feels a little strange... but it doesn't hurt at all."
Yosef began fucking the compact dildo in the boy's hole, sliding it back and forth so Caleb could feel the sensations of a dick inside him. Without being touched, the younger boy's penis pulsed up into a slender little erection. Yosef eyed the finger-sized rod for a moment, finding it beautiful in appearance and surprisingly erotic in its straining stiffness. As he continued to fuck the boy with the dildo, Yosef dipped his head down, taking the cock's circumcised head into his mouth, running his tongue around it, and slid his lips and tongue down its length.
Though far more experienced with sucking off men's cocks, Yosef was thrilled by the special eroticism of giving oral pleasure to an eager 9-year-old. As he continued to work the ivory toy inside the boy's ass, Yosef sucked the boner aggressively, giving Caleb the first blow-job of his life.
Caleb squealed with excitement as the sensations continued to build inside him. Yosef sucked faster along the immature penis, working his tongue lasciviously all around the slender morsel of sex-flesh. Suddenly, Caleb's pelvis arched up with sexual energy, and his hands grasped the older boy's head, pulling Yosef's mouth tightly onto the spasming boy-cock. The youngster's body went rigid, as the dry orgasm coursed through him with shuddering tremors.
The boy sank back onto the bed, feeling little aftershocks of orgasm. Yosef gave the stiff little penis a few more licks and nibbles, while he worked the dildo in slow twists and strokes. Then the older boy sat back and slowly removed the sex-toy from Caleb's ass.
"That's how to give a blow-job, kid," he said with a note of arrogance. "Now let's see how well you can suck me off. And here's something to keep in your ass while you do." Yosef took the smallest butt plug from the box and eased it into Caleb's hole, which was still slippery with oil. The boy scrunched his face as the bulbous part of the tool passed slowly through the tight circle of anal muscle, but then smiled when his asshole was clenched around the narrow portion just above the wide base.
"It feels... kind of good. I like how it makes me feel warm and tingly inside!" said Caleb, happily.
"OK; switch places with me," said Yosef; "and take my dick in your mouth."
As the younger boy got onto his knees on the floor, Yosef sat down on the bed and leaned back with his legs spread.
"Make my cock stiff, slave, and then suck it good!" Having received that sort of command countless times over the years, Yosef delighted in issuing the order to a boy of even lower status than he.
"Yes, sir," said Caleb obediently, in a sweet, high voice. He fondled the older boy's penis with stroking fingers, watching with fascination as it stiffened to a youthful erection.
"Lick the head first," instructed Yosef, and nodded his approval as the boy lapped at the glans like a happy dog. "Now, lick down the shaft and suck on my balls." Caleb did as he was ordered, as Yosef gave him instructions for sucking and licking each orb separately, then both together. "That's enough with my balls; now wet your lips and slide them over the cock-head.... Yeah; like that. Don't let your teeth scrape it! Run your tongue all around the top.... Now take it deeper into your mouth. Move your lips up and down, like I was doing to you; a little father down with each bob of your head; keep working your tongue.... Yeah; that's it! Keep going all the way down `til your lip touches my belly. Take it all!"
As the nearly-adolescent erection poked at the back of Caleb's mouth, the boy gagged instinctively and pulled off. "Sorry!" he said meekly.
"Get it back in your mouth and try again," said Yosef firmly. "Taking it into deep is something you're expected to do when you service a customer. Just go slow and try to relax. Now try again."
The boy tried several more times, unsuccessfully, to overcome his gag reflex, and he was almost in tears with frustration.
"I can't do it!" Caleb whined.
"I think you need some motivation," said Yosef with a sly half-grin. "Get up and lay across my lap."
It took a moment for the younger boy to realize what was about to happen.
"No! Don't spank me! Please! I'll try again! I'll be good!"
"Don't argue with me, slave!" Yosef barked. "Just do what you're told!"
"Yes, sir," said Caleb meekly.
Yosef sat up straight on the bed with his legs together and drew the naked little boy face-down across his lap. He maneuvered him into the same position that Master used in the many times that Yosef himself had been disciplined, with both their cocks rubbing together. Although he felt some sympathy for his fellow-slave, Yosef also felt - for the first time in his life - the thrill of wielding punishment. And he knew that this spanking was justified and would ultimately be beneficial in teaching his young student this essential skill as a cock-sucking tavern-boy.
Caleb's stiff little penis was pressing against Yosef's own erection, and his beautiful, slender buttocks still glowed pink from his previous whipping in Master's bedroom. The first swat of Yosef's open hand came down hard and fast, and the sharp sound echoed off the walls... followed quickly by a high-pitched yelp of pain.
Yosef paused, savoring the moment, as his hand moved over the soft warm buttocks... and then spanked the already-sore butt again, this time with five wacks in quick succession.
Caleb began crying out almost immediately, loudly begging for the misery to end.
"Shut up, boy!" ordered Yosef, as he stopped spanking. "When you get a spanking from Master, you'll need to stay silent unless he tells you otherwise. Sometimes it pleases him to hear you beg for mercy, but he'll tell you directly on those times. So grit your teeth and learn how to take it without complaining."
"Yes, sir," whimpered the boy, as he clenched his jaw firmly.
The spanking came again in another brief flurry, but this time Caleb remained almost silent. Yosef was satisfied and let the boy up.
"Alright. Try again to take my cock all the way." Yosef's erection was fully stiff, and he was eager to thrust it into Caleb's mouth. "And when you're comfortable taking my boner, you can start practicing with a dildo that's bigger."
The instruction continued for nearly an hour. Caleb tried his best to learn, and he slowly became more proficient.
"Time for me to go to sleep now," Yosef said at last. "We need to get up at dawn to perform our regular morning services for Master, and I dare not oversleep again." He looked through the box of dildos and butt plugs before pulling out one of each. "Tell you what. These are about the length of Master's cock. Let's see if you can take this plug in your ass all night. And you can practice sucking this dildo and teach your throat to accept it without gagging."
Yosef extracted the small butt plug that had been inside Caleb's ass, and this time the boy sighed with pleasure as the widest part slid through the anal muscle. Yosef oiled and inserted the medium-size plug, the fourth largest among the seven sizes. Yosef was a bit hesitant about not following the proper sequence for stretching the boy's ass, but he hoped that Master would be pleased with the quicker result, so he took the chance.
"My ass feels so full!" said the little boy; "but it's OK." He stood up and moved somewhat awkwardly, and then he grinned at his young instructor. "In fact, it's already feeling pretty good!"
"Then work on sucking the dildo for a while. I'll wake you in the morning."
Several hours later...
Yosef's eyes opened before the first calls of the neighborhood roosters. He became aware instantly that Caleb was sharing the narrow bed, spooning the older boy from behind. As Yosef turned around, his morning erection pressed against Caleb's warm body, and his hand slid along the naked youngster's soft butt and thigh.
"Wake up, boy," he said softly, as he his hand moved to Caleb's crotch and toyed gently with the little boy's penis and balls.
The 9-year-old yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Good morning, sir!" he said cheerily. "I kept the plug in my bottom-hole all through the night, and I practiced sucking the dildo after you went to sleep, just like you told me."
"Good lad!" said Yosef, and he impulsively gave the boy a gentle kiss on the lips.
Caleb smiled. He wrapped his arms around the older boy and returned the kiss, with much more intensity, flicking his tongue into the 13-year-old's mouth.
"You little scamp!" said Yosef. "I might just have to give you a quick fuck right now to see how well the tool stretched your asshole."
"OK!" said the youngster. "I think I would like that, sir!"
As Yosef pulled out the plug, he observed the dreamy look on Caleb's face, even as the plump middle portion stretched the hole as it slid through.
"I think you might be a natural for taking a fuck, kid. Lay face-down, and let me try you out."
Caleb rolled onto his belly, spread his legs, and tilted his ass up invitingly. Yosef spit on his hand and stroked it onto his cock. As he got into position behind the boy, he slowly twisted two fingers into the dilated asshole. They slid in easily. When Yosef thrust his slender cock in, there wasn't a bit of resistance or sign of pain from the boy.
"Oooo! That feels so good!" Caleb squealed. Looking back over his shoulder and grinning, he added "I like it when you fuck me, sir!"
Yosef liked it too, and he began thrusting fast and hard. Although he couldn't yet spurt cum, he was well-acquainted with the joys of orgasm. And since the orgy at the aristocrat's villa on the previous day, he now knew the special pleasure of being on top for a good fuck, after half a lifetime of being a bottom-boy prostitute. Yosef's hips drove his cock with piston-strokes into the younger boy's warm slippery asshole, and the sound of skin slapping against skin was soon drowned out beneath the rising crescendo of grunts and moans of pleasure coming from both lads.
Yosef's torso arched up as sexual climax rushed through him, and then he collapsed heavily onto Caleb's back, breathing hard. The little boy's slender butt pushed up against him and wiggled erotically from side to side.
"Squeeze your ass-muscle on my cock," Yosef murmured in Caleb's ear. "A customer likes to feel that after he's fucked you and his cock is still inside your butt. Mmmm, yeah; like that!" Yosef revelled in the delicious sensations for a few long moments, moving his penis back and forth through the clenching muscle. Then he reluctantly pulled out his still-erect cock and hopped up to his feet.
"Come on, kid. Put on your tunic, and I'll show you where the neighborhood fountain is. We need to get a bucket of water. First thing when we get back is to wash ourselves; then we take the bucket up to Master's bedroom."
As they headed out the door into the narrow alley that ran beside the tavern, they both relieved their bladders into the gutter, playfully crossing their steams of urine and giggling as they did. Peeing in the alley was far preferable to using the stinking privy that was shared with the residents of several nearby buildings.
There were several other slaves at the fountain, likewise filling buckets. Yosef spoke to those he knew, introducing the younger boy to them.
"He'll be popular with the customers, I'll wager," cackled a toothless old house-slave who lived nearby. "And you, lad," he said to Yosef; "where are you off to, now that your master has a new boy?"
Yosef hesitated a moment before answering. He'd been uneasy about this very question, ever since Master had first expressed an interest in buying a younger boy. But he answered confidently: "I'm not going anywhere. Master says he wants two tavern boys." Then, with less certainty, he added: "But I guess a slave never knows anything for sure."
On the way back to the tavern, Yosef saw a familiar figure approaching from the other direction, carrying a bucket. It was Eleni, a 13-year-old girl-slave owned by the merchant whose shop was across the alley from the tavern. She was wearing an ankle-length tunic of expensive diaphanous material, which nicely displayed the shape of her barely-adolescent body.
"Good day to you, Yosef!" she said in a thick Greek accent. "Do you like my new garment?" Her hands slid down the sides of her torso, pulling the fabric tighter around her chest to better emphasize the budding of her small, firm breasts. "Master gives it to me last night. He tells me that I please him well in his bed. I should not use it to do the chores, but I wanted for you to see me wearing it. Do you like?"
Yosef, who had a crush on the pretty girl, blushed deeply and was tongue-tied for a moment. "It's nice," he mumbled at last, and gave her a shy smile. Then he turned to Caleb and told him to go into the tavern and wait. The little boy giggled, but he obeyed without hesitation.
"Actually, I like it a lot!" said Yosef when they were alone. "It looks... I mean, you look... that is, you sure are pretty this morning, Eleni."
Eleni looked around to see if anyone was watching, and stepped closer... so close that Yosef could smell the alluring mix of perfume and her female scent... and whispered in Yosef ear. "Everyone in my household is still sleeping. Would you like to come inside my door? We could maybe...." Her words trailed off, but her lithe body pressed against him, and her lips brushed lightly against his smooth cheek.
Yosef's penis was totally rigid with excitement. Driving the eroticism even further was his memory of the previous morning, standing in this same place, when Eleni had lifted her tunic to give him a glimpse of her body. He longed to see her naked again, and run his fingers and lips across her small, sexy tits. More than anything, he fantasized that she would lie down and spread her legs, pulling him into her, his cock sliding into her warm, wet pussy... an act he had observed at the tavern's annual orgy but had never himself performed. But he dared not be late again in serving Master. If the only thing he risked was getting a whipping, it would be worth it. But now Yosef feared a more permanent consequence for displeasing Master.
"I'm sorry, Eleni, but I need to go. Could we get together later? I really want to!"
The girl made her face into a parody of a childish pout, but then she smiled. "Maybe we can do it later." Her hand slid down and gave his erection a little squeeze through the rough material of his tunic. "Goodbye, my sweet Yosef," she murmured in a sultry voice. "Look for me in my doorway later today... or maybe tomorrow in the early morning."
Yosef was shivering with excitement as he came through the door of the tavern. Caleb was just inside, waiting for him.
"She's pretty, sir! Is she your girlfriend?"
"Shut up, kid!" barked Yosef in annoyance. "We need to get ready to serve Master." He pulled off his tunic, not caring about the blatant display of his stiff penis. "Get undressed, and we'll wash each other."
The two boys took turns sponging each other's body, giving particular attention to cleaning their genitals and asses in preparation for the morning duties in their master's room. After drying off, they remained totally naked.
Climbing the steps to the tavern's upper floor, they walked past the door of their mistress's bedroom, and then softly opened the tavern-owner's bedroom door. Yosef gave a sigh of relief that the man was still asleep. He set the bucket on the floor and knelt at the bedside waiting for Master to awake, motioning for Caleb to kneel beside him. As usually happened most mornings, the man detected their presence even as he slept, and his eyes slowly opened.
"Ah, my two lovely boys," he said, as he sat up in the bed, stretched his arms, and yawned. "What a pleasant first sight for awakening!"
"Good morning, Master!" said Yosef. He reached under the bed and pulled out the chamber pot, holding it up as he continued to kneel.
As the man rose to his feet, he pulled Caleb up from his knees. "Help me off with my nightshirt, New Boy. And then stand behind me and hold my dick as I pee."
Caleb had served as a valet to his former owner, and he removed the garment in one easy motion. As for holding a man's penis while he peed... that was something new, but it was easy to improvise. He stood more to the side of his master so he could see what he was doing as the urine flowed from the flaccid penis into the large ceramic bowl.
"Ah... good!" sighed the man. "Now shake it. Yes; I think I shall have you do that each morning from now on."
"How may we serve you, Master?" asked Yosef as he slid the chamber pot beneath the bed and rose to his feet. Until now he didn't need to ask. The morning ritual had been essentially the same every day for the 5 years that Yosef had been the man's slave. He would begin by stroking and sucking the man's cock to erection. From there, the tavern-keeper would decide whether his morning orgasm would be attained by means of the boy's hand, his mouth, or, less frequently these days, by fucking Yosef's ass. Though the man's libido had never diminished, in recent years his ability to maintain an erection had waned. A successful consummation of the act of fucking was becoming increasingly rare.
Now, with two boys to serve him, an array of opportunities were available for adding variety to his morning pleasure.
"I want to begin by watching you and the new boy have sex, there on the foot of the bed, while I stroke myself." Folding his legs crosswise and leaning back against the headboard, he patted the space in front of him. "I want you to show me what you have taught the new boy."
Yosef thought for a moment and then whispered into Caleb's ear. The younger boy smiled and nodded his head. Yosef lay down on his back across the foot of the bed, while Caleb positioned himself above the older boy, in the 69 position. The 9-year-old brought his face down to Yosef's crotch and capturing the soft cock with his lips and quickly sucked it to stiffness, taking its entire length. At the same time, Yosef's hands grabbed onto Caleb's slender butt cheeks and pulled the boy's crotch down to his face, so that the little penis slid into Yosef's mouth.
As the two boys sucked each other energetically, their master reached over to the bedside table for a small bottle with a cork stopper. Pouring some oil onto his palm, the man smoothed it onto his penis, urging it to erection as he watched the pornographic show that was playing out so near to him that he could reach out and touch the boys' bodies. As his erection became stiff beneath his stroking right hand, the left hand caressed Caleb's slender buttocks and thigh. This was turning out just what he had imagined. Though he had needed to borrow money to buy the new boy, and probably overpaid for him, it was worth it... an instant boost to his flagging potency.
"Lick the new boy's asshole while he continues to suck you," the man instructed Yosef. The tavern-keeper rose to his knees, positioning himself behind Caleb, still stroking himself to keep his erection totally rigid.
Yosef pulled at the younger boy's hips and inclined his head up so that he could rim Caleb's clean little pucker. As Yosef pushed the tip of his tongue into the asshole, the 9-year-old began sucking Yosef even more energetically.
"Now I'll fuck him," said the man, and he positioned himself and hurriedly thrust his cock into the boy's hole.
Caleb winced at the pain of the forced entry, but he kept working on the boy-cock in his mouth, trying not to think about the discomfort. In very little time, he was taking the man's cock easily.
Yosef went back to sucking the younger boy's little boner, and his hand reached up to gently squeeze his master's balls.
"Ah, YES!" moaned the man, as his thrusts came harder and faster. Caleb's ass was so tight, and the thrill of fucking such a young boy so erotic, that the man climaxed quickly, gasping joyfully with each spurt of cum that shot into Caleb's bowels. He rolled off of the boy's back and lay back on the bed.
"Come lie on either side of me," he instructed the boys. "Caress me with your hands and lips, and rub your stiff cocks against my body. Ahhh... that's so good!"
"Did I please you, Master?" asked Caleb softly, as his lips nuzzled the man's ear.
"Yes, little one. I am well satisfied." Then, talking more to himself than to his slaves, he added "That fat old nag of a wife thinks we can't afford to keep two slave-boys at once, eh? What does she know of a man's needs? I'll pay back the money-lender... somehow."
End of Part 4.
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