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Rome and the Romans
Chapter 3
The Orgy
Many of the most powerful men in Rome were at the estate of Marcus for a night of pleasure. All of the pleasure slaves were clad in fine tunics of many different colours. They were all stunning but the Nubians surpassed all except Haaken. They were clad in white silk tunics with gold slippers. They were absolutely magnificent, their skin, lightly oiled shone in the lamp light. Caesar was mouth agape at their beauty and asked Marcus for a show, one of the Nubians to make love to one of the Norsemen.
Marcus chose Per and quickly a sort of arena was cleared with all the guests round it arrayed on cushions, many of them with the pleasure slaves already naked and being fondled. The Nubian started to make love to Per the way he had been taught during the previous month. There was plenty of mutual pleasuring with both boys being rampantly hard almost from the start. Both naked they looked amazing. Without doubt the best, and most erotic part of the show was the Nubian entering Per in the missionary position and patently both boys loved it despite the enormous size of the Nubian's penis. The applause when both boys had orgasmed was testament to the enjoyment they had given.
Caesar next asked for Alexander to attend him with his slave. Alexander had surpassed himself in the magnificence with which he had clad Haaken. The boy was wearing a silk tunic laced with gold. The blue of the tunic matched the colour of his eyes perfectly and the gold was the same pale gold colour of his hair. The sandals and belt matched perfectly. Beneath the tunic he wore a plain white breech cloth pulled up tight so that there was no clue to his appendage size.
"Alexander, this is a magnificent display. I can see my friends are already enjoying the pleasuring from your slaves. I think I may have need of your services on my staff. We will talk more tomorrow, come and take wine with me at sundown. Now though I would like to see this beautiful boy you have with you. Please strip him for me."
Alexander dared not show anything other than pleasure at Caesar's request but Haaken showed signs of embarrassment.
"You spoil him Alexander I can see. A slave should not feel embarrassed stripping for his Master."
"I beg your forgiveness allowing this slave to think he is a free man oh great Caesar, but he gives me such pleasure and has become more like a friend than a slave."
Caesar laughed.
"Alexander, even if I were a stupid man I would know that is only part truth. My minstrels are singing songs about Alexander and Haaken, and the great love that Alexander has for his Norse god."
Alexander blushed furiously.
"I will not defile your lover Alexander but I would like all of my friends to see him as you see him when you are making love to him. Please strip him and show us his beauty with an erect phallus."
Haaken was blushing now as Alexander undid his belt and his sandals before removing his tunic. There were many gasps at the magnificence of Haaken's body, even more so when Alexander removed his breech cloth. The applause when Alexander had coaxed Haaken's long thick phallus to an erection was almost as deafening as it had been after the exhibition by Per and the Nubian.
Caesar rose from his cushions and stroked Haaken's body including his cock and balls.
"Truly you are blessed Alexander, this boy is the most incredibly beautiful slave I have ever seen. Bring him with you every time we meet, I would like to feast my eyes on him."
He took Alexander in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Humour this old man. I can't make love to him, but I can find joy in looking at him."
Alexander was shocked, Caesar had as good as told him he was impotent, a secret he would never dare release to another soul.
"Thank you mighty Caesar, it will be my pleasure."
Haaken dressed again and was asked to circulate among the other guests to be surveyed not purveyed. The whole night was a resounding success. When Alexander spoke to the pleasure slaves the next morning everyone of them thanked him and said how enjoyable their night had been. No chastisers, no nasty objects, all of them were a little sore from enthusiastic lovers but none had been abused.
Haaken was pleased for his master and for his friends who were all in high spirits as they returned to the villa.
Marcus was inordinately proud of his son, now a favourite of Caesar, heralding the opportunity to garner great wealth.
Within a week Alexander was inundated with requests to organise orgies at other villas, and train pleasure slaves throughout Rome. The prices he charged were outrageous but he was learning the value of supply and demand. His price was just high enough for him to be able to cope with the demand. The bonus was of course fantastic sex with a bevy of beautiful slaves and the voyeurism in him watching the training. His Norse slaves were wonderful teachers but Haaken was only used to instruct, not take part. Life was good when you were only nineteen years old, a favourite of Caesar and the teacher of pleasure slaves. But, like all good things they don't last forever.
Alexander felt safe, Haaken never even considered the idea of danger in their environment so riding without escort became a normal activity, sometimes taking them well into the country outside Rome. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Disaster in the next chapter.