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Afraid I couldn't work much 'furry' into it, but maybe you'll still enjoy!", "writing": "Coming back to that first day, when the first two white slaves had been inducted into the Casa Priapus household, Flavius suddenly thought back to the slight reluctance which Maro had shown when ordered to give the new slaves their induction beating. It suddenly hit Flavius that he and Maro shared a completely different relationship with each other than was normal between a Master and a slave. Certainly Maro was still and would always be a subservient member of his household, but the sexual relationship between them went far beyond the norms of what was considered acceptable in Roman society. That a Master fucked his male slaves was acceptable; but the converse was definitely not. In fact, Flavius was so besotted to possess Maro, who had rapidly become much more than a subservient slave, on whom he exercised his sexual libido when he wanted, and was now one of his most cherished possessions, along with his wife Claudia and their children.\n\nWith both Flavius and Maro still totally naked and Flavius still hot for more sex, pulling at the leash like a dog, smelling a bitch in heat, he led Maro into his bedroom, where he first to allowed his slave to face fuck him with his magnificent cock. He then sank his own meat deep into Maro’s passage and proceeded to fuck him with an intensity which Maro had never before experienced. After that their liaison just went on and on, with both of them acting as equals, each of them doing to the other exactly as he wished. It was not the first time that Maro had penetrated his Master; but it was the first time that he had shafted Flavius without having been invited to do so. For the first time ever, Flavius and he were fucking one another as equals. During the several hours, in which the two of them fucked each other like rabbits, for the first time Maro did exactly as he wanted with Flavius. Whenever he had penetrated his Master in the past, it had been at Flavius’s request; never had Maro dared, until now, to presume that even in the intimacy of sex, he and his Master were equals. He had always known his place and kept to it, although he had already seen from the close sexual relationship he had with Flavius, that he could not be considered a normal slave.\n\nBut this time it was different; Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, were so carried away by the passion of what they were doing, that social conventions were forgotten; the two of them fucked each other as equals, without a word passing between them. Flavius had long been besotted with Maro; but after what they had now done together, he was finally coming to understand that the attraction was mutual: Maro wanted him as much as he wanted his slave. For the first time ever, exhausted by two hours of vigorous sexual gymnastics, they fell into other’s arms and Flavius did something he had never before done with another man; he kissed Maro, his slave, on the lips. This, Flavius had always considered the most intimate of acts, much more intimate for him than any act of sex; and it was to mark a new milestone in their joint lives Usually after a bout of sex with his Master, Maro returned to his quarters, where he slept together with his brother slaves. Flavius, meanwhile, either slept alone or went to join his wife in her bed in the Villa Valerius. This time, however, worn out by their joint labours, they both fell asleep, lying there naked as they were, to wake the following morning to find themselves, for first time, in the same bed together.\n\nIn view of what had passed between them, Flavius realised that fate, in the form of mutually uncontrollable, sexual desire had brought them together. In allowing what had happened between them to pass without protest, Flavius saw that he had crossed the Rubicon and that with Maro there could now be no going back. After what had happened last night, Master and slave were now more or less on a level playing field when it came to their sexual relationship. Thinking about the situation as he gazed on the naked Maro, lying still asleep in the bed, Flavius asked himself why he should want to change anything. He had known in his heart of hearts from more or less the moment that he had first seen him that he, a patrician Roman, and Maro, a black African, were destined ultimately to be together. Conventions be damned! What did it matter if he chose to associate with a member of the lowest of the low social classes? He knew that he personally wanted a long-term, stable, sexual relationship as equals with Maro. He was still the Master and Maro was still his slave; but their relationship had now changed completely.\n\nWhen Maro awakened a few minutes later, he was horrified to find himself in bed with his Master. Like Flavius, he too had been carried away by the quasi-uncontrollable forces of lustful compulsion of sex. He, a slave, had allowed his own libido to dictate his actions, which had not been rebuffed but echoed in kind by his Master. He was petrified to think that he had had the audacity to sexually penetrate his Master without having been invited to do so; it was an unheard of liberty, for which he might fully have expected to be sold off to a slave dealer, after having had the skin taken off his back with a whip. In his book, in spite of the close sexual connection he had developed with Flavius, until last night, which had been an aberration, Maro had always played by the rules, which, in his book, were very simple: slaves were slaves and Masters were Masters, whose every word must be obeyed. He fully expected the wrath of God to descend upon him or the Sword of Damocles to smite off his head for his sexual transgressions; but, in the event, neither of these two unlikely, mythical events occurred. What happened – and it did actually happen – was as totally unexpected as it was agreeable for Maro.\n\nBefore Maro had begun to make his excuses for what had happened the previous night, to his absolute amazement, Flavius, far from being aggrieved with him, pulled himself to his feet off the bed, leaving Maro lying there. In total disbelief, Maro watched Flavius reach for a bottle of oil and lubricated his cock which was as rampant as ever and clearly primed for action, thereby showing his slave that he was ready to go on where they had left off last night. He then dropped to his knees in front of an astonished Maro, pulled his legs vertical and then, holding them firm, one each side of his chest, he slid his unbridled, and obviously uncontrollable erection, deep into his slave. As Maro’s anal muscles relaxed and allowed Flavius’s cock to enter him, he suddenly understood that his Master was in the grip of the same spontaneous, intractable, sexual craving as he himself had been the previous evening. It suddenly brought home to him the inexorable, unrelenting power of sexual lust, which once it has someone in its grip, requires great presence of mind to control. As he himself yesterday evening had been, Maro saw that Flavius was now in the grip of this well-nigh uncontrollable, sexual impulse, whose dictatorial demands were suppressing any self-restraint or control he might have had.\n\nThe act, which Flavius was now visiting on Maro, had none of the usual considerations for his slave’s feelings, which he normally brought to bear when he fucked him. This was an expression of unadulterated, raw sex, whose aim was purely to satisfy his momentary, totally egocentric desire to fuck. There was nothing mutual about what he was doing; it was exactly the sort casual rough sex for which he was engaged in building up his cohort of 20 sex-slaves: to satisfy his own crudest of impulses to fuck arse: any arse. Maro, who was nobody’s fool when it came to sex, recognised that his Master was in the clutch of a compulsive force which had proved stronger than his power to resist it. As he was, to all intents and purposes – to use an ugly word – being raped, he was sufficiently self-controlled to see that as his Master’s slave he could do nothing at all to prevent it, he did the sensible thing: he sat back and enjoyed the experience. And the fact of the matter was that the pounding Maro took from Flavius’s cock was really intoxicatingly exhilarating for both parties. He found that he was really enjoying the pounding which he was receiving as much as Flavius was obviously enjoying giving it. Begun with no thought of anything but satisfying himself, Flavius just went on and on fucking Maro, with an ever increasing force and speed and ever longer strokes, which defied description. When he finally withdrew his quivering penis completely from Maro’s anus and slammed its full length back to bring himself to orgasm, by accident rather than design, he brought his slave to his own orgasm simultaneous with his own. Even without this happy happenstance, that morning’s really rough fuck by his Master was a wake-up call, which Maro would ever forget.\n\nIt is doubtful if Flavius perceived how he had, quite unintentionally, turned, what had set out as a self-centred act to appease his own incontrollable desire to have sex there and then, into a triumph of mutual satisfaction. Once he had calmed down after his physical effort – sex is such hard work – he was immediately filled with self-recrimination for what he had just done to to Maro. He mentally grovelled in front of his slave, as he tried, in his mind, to formulate an apology for his actions. At the end of the day, as an inveterate practitioner of what we today refer to as gay sex and owner of dozens of slaves, Flavius was basically a fair man and had a strong moral streak to his character, from which he could never escape for long. In short, unlike most young Romans of his rank, he had an omnipresent conscience. If Maro had been surprised not to be censured for his own uninvited sexual acts on his Master the previous evening and his surprise by Flavius’s subsequent morning wake-up fuck, what came next was just too outrageous even be contemplated. After Flavius and Maro had performed their morning ablutions and washed away all traces of sex, now dressed in their usual tunics, Maro brought his Master his usual breakfast of bread and milk. Maro never ate together with Flavius, but took all his meals with his brother slaves. It was, was, therefore, a great surprise to him when Flavius motioned to him to sit, if not to eat with him. It was an even greater surprise to him, when he heard what Flavius now required of him; he could hardly believe his ears.\n\n\"Master, you cannot be serious in asking me, your slave, to thrash your buttocks with a cane as you do to all slaves on their arrival arrival in your house; as you did to me personally and as we are presently doing to the newly recruited sex-slaves. Master, please tell me that I have somehow misheard you; misunderstood what you have just requested me to do, Master. Master, I have to tell you from personal experience that 18 strokes of the cane across your bare buttocks, is agonisingly painful. You cannot possibly mean that I, your slave, should give you my Master, 18 strokes, of the cane across your bare buttocks. Master, I beg of you, please tell me that I have misunderstood.\"\n\n\"No, Maro, you have not misunderstood my intention. The only thing you have misunderstood is that what I want you to do was given as an order, not a request. Maro, in view of our exceptional relationship, Master and slave, I will tell you why I want you, my slave, to beat me exactly the same I beat slaves, or order them to be beaten. I want to undergo myself the same punishment that I regularly inflict on others, to experience for myself the agony to which I subject them. I want to do this because I wish to be fair and just to everyone, even to my slaves, whom I can treat as I wish. In future I want to be sure that when I order a certain punishment to be given to a slave, that it is not exaggerated and is appropriate for the offence he has committed. I want a slave to know that his Master is fully aware of the pain to which he is subjecting him and that the punishment he is receiving is commensurate with the offence he has committed. I can only do this if I am myself aware of the intensity of the pain I am inflicting on others; hence my order. Maro, when, in a few minutes time, you beat me, your Master, I would caution you not to attempt to give me an easy ride. I am ordering you now, to beat me with all the force you employed the two young lads we were inducting yesterday. If you do not do so, I will know; and I promise you that I will personally roast your own arse for you. You will, from our own experience, appreciate that although I am unaware of the intensity of pain a beating generates, I am an expert in inflicting it. Well, now that all is clear, I suggest we move to the induction room where you will perform the unusual task, which we have just discussed. Then we he we will occupy ourselves with the induction of the three African sex-slaves: a more agreeable task for both of us.\"\n\nSo, there it was; Maro found himself in the unenviable position of being ordered to beat his Master: in itself a totally unprecedented event, but one which was rendered even more so by the fact that Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, already led a surprisingly atypical, intimate sex-life together. But Maro could do little other than obey, as notwithstanding the special sexual relationship he enjoyed with his Master, at the end of the day, he was still his slave. Flavius and he moved into the room where they were inducting the new sex-slaves; Flavius immediately discarded his short toga and motioned Maro to do the same. The two young men were accustomed to seeing one another naked, each delighting in the other’s physique and sexual attributes, as befits two male lovers; for lovers, although the word was never given breath, was what they had become. But there is a world of difference between when two men strip naked for sex and the situation which now obtained. But, even in face of the extraordinarily embarrassing predicament in which Maro found himself, the strong connection between sex and corporal punishment was, as ever, evident; both Flavius, whose arse was to be beaten, and Maro, in this case, a very reluctant beater, were sporting rock-hard erections. Indeed, Maro had reached such a state of sexual arousal, that his 10 inch erection was already exuding the first, viscous drops of precum.\n\nAs Flavius, the sole author of this scene, bent across the very same table over which the first two white sex-slaves had flexed themselves yesterday, Maro gave his Master a look which said it all. Flavius, however, unrelenting in his decision, from which he was not to be deflected by Maro’s imploring looks, reminded him that he had been ordered to lay on the cane, unless he wanted a dose of the same himself. Maro, seeing he was figuratively pissing into the wind and that his Master would not change his mind, finally capitulated and stopped pleading what he saw was a lost cause. As he advanced, cane in hand, to begin his onslaught on his Master’s arse, the one encouraging thing he saw was that Flavius had spread his legs wide, drawing the eye to his anus, that all-important entry port to the greatest of sexual pleasures. Maro, realising that push had now come to shove and that he had no option but to carry out his Master’s crazy order, laid his cane for the first time across those undefiled buttocks, with which he was already so intimately familiar under more congenial circumstances and prepared to lay on his first cut.\n\nThe cane descended at lightning speed and, with a crack to wake the dead, etched the first of its inimitable furrows in his Master’s virgin flesh. Curiously enough, once Maro had started on what for him, at the outset, had been an utterly repugnant task, he was seized by that pervertedly brutal streak, which so many of us have, but which lies dormant most of the time. So much so, that by the time he had delivered 18 swingeing cuts of the cane, Flavius now knew full well the agony which many of his slaves had felt; and for that matter, many would continue to feel, for there was no question of abandoning corporal punishment. Far from holding back, Maro, in the grip of sadism, had covered his Master’s arse with a criss-cross pattern of 18 excruciatingly painful, bruised red furrows.\n\nIn spite of himself, Maro had, like many inflictors of corporal punishment, actually enjoyed the process of thrashing his Master. But now that it was all over and he saw that damage he had wreaked on Flavius’s arse, he was filled with remorse at what he had done and wondered if relations between himself and his Master could ever again be the same as in the past. But Flavius was made of sterner stuff; agonising though his maiden ordeal with the cane had been, he was quickly to find, as would literally thousands of English public school boys, two millennia later, that the young male arse is a very resilient part of the anatomy, with such amazing powers of recovery, that it lends itself perfectly to the purpose of corrective thrashings. Flavius had not made a sound while Maro was shredding his arse. He remained in position over the table, recovering from the last stroke of the cane, which Maro, with a certain dramatic flourish, had laid on particularly hard. Maro, meanwhile, surveying with horror what he had done to his Master’s arse, felt his cock, which was still hard, telling him that it really wanted action. Maro saw also, in spite of – or was it, thanks to? – the beating Flavius had just taken, that his Master’s cock, with which he was intimately familiar, was still hard and, like his own, was oozing precum. Flavius had spread is legs, giving easy access to his anus, to which Maro, notwithstanding all that had just happened, was drawn like a moth to a flame. However, in spite of the unheard of liberty he had taken last night, when he had dared to fuck his Master without being invited to do so, when now faced with the most tempting opportunity, he dared not act, in spite of the wordless urgings from his cock. God, how he wanted, at that moment, to fuck the arse which he had just flogged!\n\nHis prayers were answered almost immediately by Flavius, who, still bent across the table, knew from past experience that his slave would be salivating with lust at the thought of what he would now like to do to him. But the lust was not one-sided, for Flavius, having just taken his first beating ever, was as sexually aroused as was Maro and wanted nothing more than his slave to fuck him, bent over the table as he was. Sensing that Maro would not dare to take the next step, which both of them desperately wanted at that moment, he said: \"Go on Maro, just do it; you know you want to; so just do it; don’t hold back as I need a good hard fuck right now.\" On hearing these words from Flavius, Maro’s spirits and confidence soared as obviously all was not lost between them. As he wished at that moment nothing more than to have sex with his Master, whose anus was just asking to be penetrated, that is exactly what he now did. At the first touch of the tip of his exposed cock-head against the opening of Flavius’s passage, a wave of relief flooded though his body as he saw that all was not lost between them. It was the third time in 24 hour that he would have fucked someone whose arse he had just flogged. But it was only now, that, for the first time, the close relationship between corporal punishment and sex was brought home to him. He had already seen, in spite of his horror at being ordered to beat his Master, once his initial reluctance had been overcome and the first stroke of the cane delivered, he had thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing.\n\nNow with his cock poised to penetrate his Master’s anus, he saw that the beating had, in a different – thankfully, less painful – way affected him as much as it had his Master. He felt that his cock, his fuck – stick, his most precious possession, always magnificent when poised for action in all its circumcised glory, seemed, somehow, to have grown in stature. His cock-head, poised ready to penetrate his Master, was practically bursting under the increased blood pressure, which the act of beating Flavius with its sexual arousal had brought in its wake. He saw that there would be no need of lubrication, as he was already leaking a stream of slippery precum. As he gave Flavius the benefit of the full 10 inches of inches of his pulsating man-meat, he knew that he was literally on the edge of his own orgasm and that he would need great self-control if he were to satisfy his Master as well as himself; but that was exactly what intended to do as an act of atonement for what he still saw as his sins last night. An observer, had anyone been present, would have witnessed a young man who, by any standard, was a consummate Master of the art of anal copulation, fucking his partner with a vigour that belied belief.\n\nThis was no loving union of two bodies, but, for both parties, a celebration of rough, gay sex at its most exhilarating, but at the same time, its intoxicating best. Maro thrust his cock in and out of Flavius, at a speed and with a brutal force, both of which belied belief. In and out went Maro’s bone-hard, 10 inch penis, each stroke faster and more powerful than the previous. It was an utterly breathtaking performance of virtuoso cock control. At each stroke, Maro more or less withdrew himself from his Master’s anus, leaving only his cock-head still engaged, before plunging himself back, thereby giving Flavius the sexually stimulating pleasure of taking a 10 inch, dead-straight fuck-stick repeatedly up his arse. But beyond the overt, robust stamina which Maro was lavishing on Flavius, he never lost sight of what had become for him the sine qua non, the imperative of what he was doing: to bring himself and his Master to orgasm simultaneously. Difficult to achieve at the best of times, under the present conditions, with Maro still emotionally upset about being forced to beat his Master coupled with what he still saw as his act of lèse majesté yesterday night, it might have seemed that he was reaching for the unattainable. Even more so, when one remembers that Maro had been almost on the point of climaxing himself before his cock had even touched his Master’s anus.\n\nBut despite the bad auguries militating against success, by sheer determination and willpower, Maro managed to hold himself in check long enough during his incessant battering of his Mater’s arse until Flavius himself could stand it no longer and cried out: \"Now Maro; do it now Maro; do it now!\" On hearing this, Maro knew that he had, against all odds, succeeded. He withdrew the full 10 inches of his hard man-meat from his Master’s anus, before thrusting himself back with great speed and force and bringing them both to that much desired, but so often elusive, state of nirvana: the simultaneous orgasm. Not surprisingly, given the high emotional state of both parties, thanks to the vigorous perseverance of Maro and a virtuoso performance of anal sex, when the orgasmic end finally came, the two young men both simultaneously exploded in fountains of thick sperm. Maro, with his penis buried deep inside his Master’s rectum, left him with a temporary souvenir of their coupling; Flavius, meanwhile, whose own cock was pointing stiffly at the floor beneath the table over which he was still bent, shot his load all over the floor, Thus ended a difficult moment in the relationship between Flavius, the Master, and Maro.\n\n\"Maro, my friend, when it comes to fucking, you are in a class of your own.\" said Flavius: \"Where the hell did you learn to use your meat like that? That, my friend, was best rough fuck, I have ever had in my life and believe me, I’ve had plenty. You, Maro, are an absolute Master at dominant sex; you were put on earth by the gods, to fuck butt; I consider myself blessed by the god, Priapus, to have found you. We were divinely ordained by the gods to meet; ours is a match made in heaven.\"\n\nListening to Flavius, Maro was beside himself with relief, when he understood the import of these remarks from his Master. He knew that as a slave, he was at his Master’s beck and call in all things. To be told by Flavius that he was a master at dominant sex was the ultimate accolade. Maro was acutely aware that Roman patricians like Flavius, were, in all matters, sex included, always supposed to be the dominant partner. In matters sexual, it was of little consequence to Romans whom or even what the fucked as they had catholic tastes when it came to sex; they fucked anybody, just as long as they were the dominant partner; they penetrated others, but never allowed themselves to be penetrated by anyone of a lower class than themselves, least of all a slave; and in Maro’s case, a black African slave at that! That, at least was the received wisdom. But men being human, and the flesh, then as now, being weak, even patrician Romans, in the throes of sexual arousal, allowed themselves to deviate from the straight and narrow. Even having been invited to penetrate his Master was considered by Maro as a great privilege, already overstepping social convention by a mile. But to do as he had done the previous evening, and fuck his Master without being invited to do so, had been a step too far.\n\nSo, now to be told that he was a master at dominant sex and that he had given his Master, the best rough fuck of his life, was truly manna from heaven to Maro’s ears. Maro understood that all his sins – if one could call them that – had been forgiven or forgotten and that his relationship with his Master had been restored. And, just as Flavius clearly found Maro, his perfect sex partner, so the feeling was reciprocal. Whoever’s cock was doing the honours, there was always that synergy between them which made every occasion perfect. Maro, like his Master, Flavius, was a young man with considerable sexual experience prior to their meeting. He had been regularly fucked by his previous owner before having been acquired by Flavius and had literally been used as an in-house bum-boy by his then Master and his patrician friends: Maro had been just another slave; someone whom his Master fucked whenever he felt the need, without any thought for the feelings of the young man, whose anus he was hammering., Unlike Flavius who was bi-sexual, Maro was sexually a totally dedicated man’s-man and as such had never had sex with a woman. However, exactly as Flavius evidently found Maro the greatest cocksman ever, so Maro also found that Flavius was no slouch when he penetrated him – as he often did. He may not have had the same exceptional length and girth as Maro – but then, who did? – but Flavius used what he had – which was by no means negligible – to perfection and Maro appreciated that whenever Flavius was fucking him, he was always treated as an equal.\n\nWhenever, he was the passive partner to his Master’s penetrative prowess – as he frequently was – he was never abandoned by Flavius; Flavius automatically always took Maro’s feelings into account; he was never simply treated as a sex toy by his Master, as he had regularly been in the past, but always as an equal partner, who also had to be sexually satisfied in ever union. The thing Maro had learned most to appreciate and which he tried to emulate, not always successfully, even with his exceptional endowment, was that whenever Flavius was fucking him, his determination always to take Maro, his slave, through to orgasm, never wavered. After several minutes, with his cock still deep inside his Master, silently sharing with him the pleasure as those sublime post-orgasmic moments faded away, Maro now withdrew himself and stood up, waiting to see what Flavius wanted to do next. By now, his penis had calmed itself and had returned to its resting position, falling fetchingly in a graceful curve over his balls. Any observer who had been fortunate enough to see Maro standing there, in all his immediate, post-coital glory, would have seen a sublimely handsome muscular young stud, totally at ease in himself, sporting a piece of man-meat to die for. As he stood there, waiting for Flavius to tell him what he now wanted to do, he could have been forgiven for turning on even the most hardened of straight men. In a word, Maro was an icon to the God Priapus: he was visually a come-hither icon for sex.\n\nAs Flavius, gingerly pulled himself up from the table over which he had been bending to receive Maro’s disciplinary and sexual attention, both of which he had wished upon himself, he was struck by the present, quite exceptional radiance of Maro’s physical attractiveness and sexual desirability, which the young man, quite unknowingly and involuntarily was, at that moment, projecting in spades. It is not to say that Maro was not physically and sexually attractive at all times, but the fact that he had just had a load of uncertainty lifted from his mind, somehow manifested itself visually in his enhanced physical and sexual allure. With Maro standing there naked in front of him, looking like a gift from the gods, Flavius, in spite of still wincing at the pain of his agonising arse and having just been fucked really hard at his own request by the very man whose radiance and desirability he was now eying, found himself totally captivated by his slave in a quite libidinous manner. As already observed above, Maro’s appearance could have sexually excited even the most hardened of straight men and Flavius was certainly not a hardened and straight man! In fact, quite the contrary, as he was a man who absolutely delighted in the pleasures of the male flesh\n\nFlavius took Maro by the hand and led him towards the baths. The Romans loved bathing and Flavius had installed a warm, Roman style bath in the Casa Priapus. Once in the soothingly relaxing water, Flavius thrust his penis, which had obligingly risen yet again to the occasion, into Maro’s mouth; whereupon Maro, ever obedient and desirous of pleasing his Master as ever, more than willingly, began to suck him off. Maro quickly sensed that his Master wanted much more than to fuck his face. And he was right, for Flavius quickly disengaged his meat from Maro’s mouth, spun Maro around in the water and then, very gently, penetrated him. But, this was not a prelude to an act of vigorously brutal sex, such as Maro had, just a few minutes ago, practised on his Master. Maro knew from the moment the tip of his Master’s penis touched his anus and he relaxed his anal muscles and allowed Flavius to gently enter his inner sanctum, that this was to be an act of pure love. As he bottomed his pelvis against the comforting muscles of Maro’s arse, Flavius emitted a groan of sheer pleasure. Then, as Maro had foreseen, he very gently and lovingly began to fuck his slave with long, lissom strokes of his penis. But in contrast to what usually happened, as time progressed, Flavius did not increase the speed and force of the reciprocating movements, which are the very essence of copulation. Instead, on and on he went with the same long, gentle strokes until he finally brought Maro to the trembling edge of orgasm.\n\nBy this time, Maro’s body was quivering like a leaf with the pure pleasurable sensations with which Flavius’s efforts were imbuing him. He had never his life – and he had been fucked by many other men before Flavius – experienced anything to compare with the exquisite sensations which were now suffusing his body. The amazing difference between the way Flavius normally brought him to orgasm and what was now happening, was that usually, once he had been brought to the limits of endurance by ever more furious pounding, there was no delaying the consequences; with one final thrust of his cock, Flavius triggered their joint simultaneous ejaculations, leading to those few exquisite seconds of orgasm. Whereas now, in contrast, Flavius, by persisting with his gentle sexual ministrations, managed to hold Maro in the exquisite state of pre-orgasm for almost 30 seconds, thereby prolonging their joint pleasure. When it finally came, the orgasm was as magnificent, but, was, as ever, equally brief. But what lifted this occasion out of the ordinary, was the tender, loving care which Flavius had lavished on his slave. This was much more than a casual fuck in which Flavius assuaged his carnal desires on his slave; it was an act performed with love: love, a word which they both felt for each other, but which was never intoned by either of them.\n\nFlavius had still not finished with Maro. He he led him from the baths back to his bedroom, where the pair of them spent the rest of the morning (!) like newlyweds on their wedding night. Maro, as befitted a Roman slave, had hitherto always allow his Master to take the lead and choreograph the steps in their sexual relations. However, for the first time ever, time Maro was completely relaxed with his Master and did exactly what he wanted. As equals, the two of them spent the entire morning enjoying each others’ bodies, indulging in hitherto almost non-stop acts of sexual gymnastics. Finally it was Maro who reminded his Master that the three Africans remained to be inducted into the the Casa Priapus as sex-slaves.\n\nThe three young black men, all stark naked, were brought before Flavius and Maro. Although they had slept separately from their white brother slaves, Primus and Secundus Albus, both of whom had suffered the induction process the previous day, they had obviously talked to their white counterparts and were not surprisingly trembling with fear, not of the unknown, but of what they knew they were about to undergo. They already knew that if they were treated as their counterparts had been the previous day, they would, in the next few minutes, each be fucked twice and receive 18 strokes of the cane across their naked arses; not at all a present prospect; but one they could do nothing to avoid. It was enough to make even the most obdurately hardened, macho, young man nervous; even more so once they saw, for the first time, their new Master and his favourite slave both naked before them. Even as sexually well-equipped, young, black Africans, as they all were, the prospect of being shafted by their new Master was daunting. But when they saw the size of Maro’s cock, which, even by black African standards, they realised was quite exceptional. They all inwardly shuddered at the thought of being forced to allow such a huge piece of man-meat to penetrate their anuses. Frankly, it would have been better for them not to have known what they were now about to suffer and faced their immediate fate, sight unseen.\n\nBut suffer they did, as Flavius had decreed that, eventually, the entire cohort of 20 sex-slaves would undergo the same induction to life in the Casa Priapus. On this occasion, he had decided that the three of them would be dealt with together. The slaves assisting in the preparation of the three young men for their induction, secured each of them across the end of a separate table, their legs apart, their arses at the edge of the table, across which they would remain bent and immobile, whilst they were fucked, first by their Master, then caned by Maro, prior to being fucked by him. Maro approached Flavius, with a small flask of oil, with which he lubricated his Master’s penis, before doing the same to his own massive organ. He then approached each of the three slaves individually, anointed their anuses with oil to facilitate their welcome to the Casa Priapus, in the form of their maiden penetration by their new Master. Once he was satisfied that they were all well lubricated and ready for fucking, he signalled to Flavius that the three were ready for him. Flavius had decided that all 20 young men of his sex-slave cohort would be initiated by him personally into the sex-life, for which they were now destined. It was only now, when reality was staring them in the face and their anuses were about to be penetrated by their Master’s penis, that the three of them began to understand that, in their future life, they would be sex-toys for their new Master and his friends.\n\nFlavius first approached Primus Colorius and placed one hand on each of the lad’s hips, gazed at his plump buttocks and saw that they were visibly palpitating with fear of what was about to happen to him. Had Primus been about to be shafted by one of his brother slaves – as he would regularly be in the future – he would have felt less uneasy: less fearful. But Primus Colorius was just 18 years old and had, like his white namesake as yet had no sexual experience whatsoever. As he was about to lose his anal virginity involuntarily to his young Master, he was, to say the least, extremely nervous. Flavius saw the nervous state the young lad was in and as he prepared to penetrate the tight young pucker between the muscular buttocks before him, he thought back to when he was that age himself and his father had caught him in flagrante with one of the slaves and what that had led to. Make no mistake, Flavius was no altruist and was definitely his own Master; but neither was he a sadist or a cruel man. Although he knew he was building his cohort of sex-slaves uniquely to satisfy his own almost insatiable desire to have casual sex with a variety of attractive young men who he owned, he saw no reason why, provided they played by his rules and by his rules alone, his sex-slaves should not enjoy together the homosexual sex-life he knew he was forcing upon them. He had, as a slave owner, empathy with his slaves: a rare commodity among the patrician classes of ancient Rome. It was at that moment, as he was preparing himself to penetrate the virgin anus of Primus Colorius that his vague ideas on how the 20 sex-slave should be allowed to live together, took form.\n\nAs Flavius himself, age only 17, had not been able to resist the power of sex and had gone on from there to develop a full and satisfying bi-sexual sex-life, he fully appreciated that most young men needed sex as much – and almost as often – as they needed food and drink. So, he asked himself as he prepared to fuck Primus, if he, as the legal owner of these young men, had the moral right to deprive them of their natural birthright; to prevent them from enjoying the fundamental act of copulation with another human, which all men instinctively have. As the tip of his penis touched against the anus of Primus Colorius, he immediately sensed that automatic, involuntary tightening of his slave’s anal muscles to prevent him entering; Flavius then went ahead and initiated Primus into the sensual delights of anal sex. Flavius, having no idea what Primus’s sexual orientation was, made a great effort to allay the lad’s obvious fear of his first sexual experience. Expert cocks-man that he was, Flavius had decided, as he initiated each new slave into his new role dedicated to homosexual sex that he would systematically try to fuck him through to orgasm. When Primus finally climaxed on his first encounter with anal sex, in an enormous ejaculative emission of his semen, which he jerked all over the floor, Flavius, knew instinctively that he had shown Primus just how rewardingly simulating the act of anal sex with another man could be, even as an obligatory passive partner to the act. As Primus’s body shuddered uncontrollably as he jerked put his emission, Flavius had the strong impression that Primus had actually enjoyed the experience, which he sincerely hoped was the case.\n\nCome what may, as Primus and his brother slaves would be obliged to lead a life where they had regularly to make themselves available for anal sex as and when their Master ordered, it would be better for them if they enjoyed the burden which was forced upon them. It was Flavius’s most fervent hope that with any luck, most of them would eventually come to enjoy their servitude as sex-slaves as much as their Master enjoyed serving them. They would all eventually come to see that regular copulation was an important, indispensible activity in the daily life of any young man. Even those who were resolutely heterosexual in their outlook would eventually come to see that male anal sex was not at all bad, especially when that was all that was available.\n\nIt was at then, at that precise moment, as he thrust his penis into the virgin anus of Primus Colorius, that Flavius decided definitively to allow his sex-slaves complete sexual freedom within the male confines of the Casa Priapus. Flavius had understood that however agreeable he made their daily lives as passive sex-slaves, they would inevitably also want to play the active role in the sex act themselves; it was just human nature. As vigorous, sexually well equipped, active, young men, they would wish to fuck as well as to be fucked. Provided that they obeyed the rules, under the benign eye of their owner and Master, they would be allowed to fuck each other in the way their Master and his friends fucked them; Thus, under the beneficent, but nevertheless, strict eye of Flavius, they would be able to lead a sexually satisfying homosexual sex life: a way of life, which once tested, was not to be sneezed at if no alternative was available.\n\nPrimus Colorius had already seen that his life, over which, as one of his Master’s possessions, he had no control whatsoever, might not be too bad after all. As Flavius had hoped, thanks to his considerable efforts with his cock, Primus found that he had actually enjoyed surrendering his anal virginity to his Master. It is doubtful if the young man fully appreciated what his new Master had just done for him. He had been fucked through to orgasm on his first encounter with another man’s penis. He had no idea that many men never experience what Flavius, at that moment, had done both to, and for him. But now came the less attractive part of the induction: the standard welcome beating given to all new slaves when they joined Flavius’s household. Before Maro etched his stripes with his cane with his cane on the arse of Primus Colorius, Flavius impressed on all three young African men that the beating they were all about to receive, was given to each slave on is arrival by way of a warning as to what he could expect if ever he broke the rules. Abide by the rules and there was no reason why any slave should ever again feel the bite of the cane etching stripes into his is bare arse. Nevertheless the thought of being beaten even once was not exactly a welcoming prospect. But like it or not, the three new slaves had no option other than to grin and bear it. Flavius saw that Primus, who was about to be beaten, was again trembling with fear; and he had good reason to be, as Maro did not spare him. Relentlessly, stroke followed stroke, each landing with a resounding crack across the lad’s naked buttocks.\n\nAs he watched Maro flogging Primus Colorius, Flavius perceived that his slave was a natural with the cane. Moreover, from the expression on his face and the menacingly frightening rigidity of his 10 inch erection, which was already dripping drops of precum, indicating its readiness for active service in the near future, Maro was quite clearly enjoying what he was doing. With Primus there was no reluctance to skin his arse as there had been when Flavius had ordered Maro to beat him. What Flavius did not know, was that Maro’s previous Master had been a sadistic sod of a man who had enjoyed making his slave writhe with pain; he had regularly beaten him for no other reason than the sexual pleasure that administering corporal punishment aroused in him. He had then always gone on and rough-fucked Maro after beating him. So, Maro was now, understandably, in what might best be described as his pay-back mode. With no justification other than that Flavius was permitting him to do it, he was inflicting on Primus exactly what he had himself received many times in the past from his previous Master. He would then go on, as his cock was indicating its willingness, as it had done yesterday with both Primus and Secundus Albus, to fuck the living daylights out of the young lad’s arse.\n\nMaro had a natural ability of laying on strokes evenly spaced and strictly parallel to each other. As he placed each stroke, Flavius marvelled at the exemplary precision of his attack. Maro could well have been giving a Master class in flagellation, as he mercilessly flogged Primus Colorius’s naked buttocks. Maro’s true artistry in the not so gentle art of arse scourging, was revealed as he laid on the six final strokes in crossing diagonals, leaving poor Primus – one had to feel for the young lad, who had done nothing to deserve such a monumental caning – with the most artistic looking, well-beaten arse Flavius had ever seen. Flavius was full of admiration for the obvious competence and sense of purpose which Maro had shown in thrashing Primus. However, at the same time he had some sympathy for the recipient, who had done nothing to deserve such a painful caning. And as he himself had forced Maro to cane him exactly as he was now doing to Primus, he knew exactly how excruciating was the pain the lad was suffering. Morally, Flavius knew he wanted to interfere and tell Maro to attenuate his attack; but for the moment he let sleeping dogs lie and said nothing about his misgivings. He watched, with fascination, as Maro now prepared to penetrate Primus’s anus, for the second time within a few minutes, with his exceptional man-meat.\n\nWhat Primus would have made of Maro’s cock was hard to say; still bent across the table, as he was, he could not see what was next in store for him. Sexually completely aroused by the beating he had just given Primus, Maro was so inspired that he was sporting the erection to end all erections. Impressive always, his man-meat was now throbbing with anticipation of the major role it was about to play; it was akin to a male ballet dancer, who, having taken the stage for a virtuoso solo performance, was preparing to take his first step. The engorged surface veins of his penis were pulsating with anticipation as he thrust his cock-head against Primus’s anus, which yielded immediately, almost without resistance, allowing him expertly to slide his full, hard 10 inches into the young slave’s passage. Primus, despite the pain he must have felt as Maro’s pelvis mated with his inflamed buttocks, nevertheless let out a sigh of satisfaction. It does seem to be a fact that after a beating, having one’s anus penetrated by the rate persecutor’s penis has a calming effect on the victim, emphasising, yet again, the strong connection between corporal punishment and sex.\n\nIn what Maro was now doing, there was never any question of trying to bring Primus to orgasm as Flavius had done just a few minutes earlier; this was basically a self-centred fuck, to satisfy his own lust. He fucked Primus with the same single-mindedness of purpose, putting the same force behind his cock as he had into the cane he had applied just a few minutes previously to the lad’s arse. On each reciprocal stroke of his fuck-stick, Maro thrust and withdrew his full length in and out of Primus’s passage. Each time, he bottomed his pelvis against Primus’s painfully inflamed buttocks with ever increasing force and speed, until he reached his own, self-induced climax. There was no consideration whatsoever given to his partner’s feelings; this act was purely to satisfy Maro’s own, obviously uncontrollable desire, to fuck. Had it not been sanctioned by Flavius, Maro, sexually so aroused, would not have been able to control himself and would surely have raped Primus. But what was extraordinary in the present case of such violent, anal sex was the fact that Primus, judging from the contented expression on his face, was actually enjoying being force fucked. It does seem to be a fact that fucking, however violent, is an act, which the recipient, even when he is in pain from a beating, nevertheless enjoys,\n\nMaro, even when rough fucking, without any consideration other than self-satisfaction, had a knack of pleasing both himself and his partner. Even though he had left Primus with his arse doused with sperm, in what might best be described as a state of suspended animation as far as his own climax was concerned, it was obvious from the expression on the lad’s face that he had enjoyed being force-fucked by Maro. The reality of his present plight quickly made itself apparent again as the euphoria of being hard-fucked by Maro, with its anaesthetising effect wore off. Primus Colorius again became painfully aware that he possessed an extremely sore arse: excruciatingly so! But his induction into his life at the Casa Priapus, in which his arse had been fucked twice in quick succession and received an agonisingly painful caning from Maro, had taught him one thing. He would henceforth obey the rules and avoid another encounter with the cane. As young neophyte to anal sex, which he had, for the first time today, experienced twice in quick succession, he saw sex was a much pleasanter option than being flogged, an act with which he had been was only too familiar under his previous Master. In fact, having been forced to surrender his anal virginity to his new Master, he had had a totally marvellous and unique introduction to the delights of anal sex; he had had his fist orgasm induced by his Master. Not surprisingly, he was already convinced that if his future at the Casa Priapus was to offer his anus to be fucked by his Master and his friends, life would not be all that bad.\n\nThe two other black slaves, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, awaiting their induction, were both trembling with fear; not so much by the sex side of the process, but the daunting prospect of submitting their backsides to 18 strokes of the cane laid on by Maro, whom they had perceived, watching him beat Primus, to be an expert. Unlike Primus, They were both slightly older then Primus, nearing 19 years of age. Unlike him, and unbeknown to Flavius, they had both been regularly buggered by their previous Masters. So the prospect of being sodomised in quick succession by their new Master and his body slave, held no fear for them. However, having watched Maro deliver 18 strokes of the cane to Primus’s bare arse did. But there was no way that Flavius was going to change the induction protocol, which was to remain the same for the sixth months during which he purchased the complement 15 more slaves, thereby bringing his cohort of sex-slaves up to total of 20 young men.\n\nTrembling with fear or not, Secundus and Tertius were each successively forced to endure the three stage induction process. Flavius first made it a point of honour for himself to fuck each of the two new slaves to his own climax, with a view to showing them that anal sex between males could be an exhilaratingly rewarding experience. Then followed Maro, with his cane, which he wielded mercilessly, endowing both of them with agonisingly painful, bruised and bleeding arses. As with Primus, he then went on and rough fucked teach of them, giving their backsides a welcome, if temporary respite from the pain he had just caused them. By late afternoon Flavius and Maro had finished inducting the three black slaves into the Casa Priapus. This was a procedure which would be repeated regularly over the next six months, as Flavius completed the purchase of the 15 slaves needed to make up his cohort of 20 eminently attractive and fuckable young men.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Coming back to that first day, when the first two white slaves had been inducted into the Casa Priapus household, Flavius suddenly thought back to the slight reluctance which Maro had shown when ordered to give the new slaves their induction beating. It suddenly hit Flavius that he and Maro shared a completely different relationship with each other than was normal between a Master and a slave. Certainly Maro was still and would always be a subservient member of his household, but the sexual relationship between them went far beyond the norms of what was considered acceptable in Roman society. That a Master fucked his male slaves was acceptable; but the converse was definitely not. In fact, Flavius was so besotted to possess Maro, who had rapidly become much more than a subservient slave, on whom he exercised his sexual libido when he wanted, and was now one of his most cherished possessions, along with his wife Claudia and their children.

With both Flavius and Maro still totally naked and Flavius still hot for more sex, pulling at the leash like a dog, smelling a bitch in heat, he led Maro into his bedroom, where he first to allowed his slave to face fuck him with his magnificent cock. He then sank his own meat deep into Maro’s passage and proceeded to fuck him with an intensity which Maro had never before experienced. After that their liaison just went on and on, with both of them acting as equals, each of them doing to the other exactly as he wished. It was not the first time that Maro had penetrated his Master; but it was the first time that he had shafted Flavius without having been invited to do so. For the first time ever, Flavius and he were fucking one another as equals. During the several hours, in which the two of them fucked each other like rabbits, for the first time Maro did exactly as he wanted with Flavius. Whenever he had penetrated his Master in the past, it had been at Flavius’s request; never had Maro dared, until now, to presume that even in the intimacy of sex, he and his Master were equals. He had always known his place and kept to it, although he had already seen from the close sexual relationship he had with Flavius, that he could not be considered a normal slave.

But this time it was different; Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, were so carried away by the passion of what they were doing, that social conventions were forgotten; the two of them fucked each other as equals, without a word passing between them. Flavius had long been besotted with Maro; but after what they had now done together, he was finally coming to understand that the attraction was mutual: Maro wanted him as much as he wanted his slave. For the first time ever, exhausted by two hours of vigorous sexual gymnastics, they fell into other’s arms and Flavius did something he had never before done with another man; he kissed Maro, his slave, on the lips. This, Flavius had always considered the most intimate of acts, much more intimate for him than any act of sex; and it was to mark a new milestone in their joint lives Usually after a bout of sex with his Master, Maro returned to his quarters, where he slept together with his brother slaves. Flavius, meanwhile, either slept alone or went to join his wife in her bed in the Villa Valerius. This time, however, worn out by their joint labours, they both fell asleep, lying there naked as they were, to wake the following morning to find themselves, for first time, in the same bed together.

In view of what had passed between them, Flavius realised that fate, in the form of mutually uncontrollable, sexual desire had brought them together. In allowing what had happened between them to pass without protest, Flavius saw that he had crossed the Rubicon and that with Maro there could now be no going back. After what had happened last night, Master and slave were now more or less on a level playing field when it came to their sexual relationship. Thinking about the situation as he gazed on the naked Maro, lying still asleep in the bed, Flavius asked himself why he should want to change anything. He had known in his heart of hearts from more or less the moment that he had first seen him that he, a patrician Roman, and Maro, a black African, were destined ultimately to be together. Conventions be damned! What did it matter if he chose to associate with a member of the lowest of the low social classes? He knew that he personally wanted a long-term, stable, sexual relationship as equals with Maro. He was still the Master and Maro was still his slave; but their relationship had now changed completely.

When Maro awakened a few minutes later, he was horrified to find himself in bed with his Master. Like Flavius, he too had been carried away by the quasi-uncontrollable forces of lustful compulsion of sex. He, a slave, had allowed his own libido to dictate his actions, which had not been rebuffed but echoed in kind by his Master. He was petrified to think that he had had the audacity to sexually penetrate his Master without having been invited to do so; it was an unheard of liberty, for which he might fully have expected to be sold off to a slave dealer, after having had the skin taken off his back with a whip. In his book, in spite of the close sexual connection he had developed with Flavius, until last night, which had been an aberration, Maro had always played by the rules, which, in his book, were very simple: slaves were slaves and Masters were Masters, whose every word must be obeyed. He fully expected the wrath of God to descend upon him or the Sword of Damocles to smite off his head for his sexual transgressions; but, in the event, neither of these two unlikely, mythical events occurred. What happened   – and it did actually happen   – was as totally unexpected as it was agreeable for Maro.

Before Maro had begun to make his excuses for what had happened the previous night, to his absolute amazement, Flavius, far from being aggrieved with him, pulled himself to his feet off the bed, leaving Maro lying there. In total disbelief, Maro watched Flavius reach for a bottle of oil and lubricated his cock which was as rampant as ever and clearly primed for action, thereby showing his slave that he was ready to go on where they had left off last night. He then dropped to his knees in front of an astonished Maro, pulled his legs vertical and then, holding them firm, one each side of his chest, he slid his unbridled, and obviously uncontrollable erection, deep into his slave. As Maro’s anal muscles relaxed and allowed Flavius’s cock to enter him, he suddenly understood that his Master was in the grip of the same spontaneous, intractable, sexual craving as he himself had been the previous evening. It suddenly brought home to him the inexorable, unrelenting power of sexual lust, which once it has someone in its grip, requires great presence of mind to control. As he himself yesterday evening had been, Maro saw that Flavius was now in the grip of this well-nigh uncontrollable, sexual impulse, whose dictatorial demands were suppressing any self-restraint or control he might have had.

The act, which Flavius was now visiting on Maro, had none of the usual considerations for his slave’s feelings, which he normally brought to bear when he fucked him. This was an expression of unadulterated, raw sex, whose aim was purely to satisfy his momentary, totally egocentric desire to fuck. There was nothing mutual about what he was doing; it was exactly the sort casual rough sex for which he was engaged in building up his cohort of 20 sex-slaves: to satisfy his own crudest of impulses to fuck arse: any arse. Maro, who was nobody’s fool when it came to sex, recognised that his Master was in the clutch of a compulsive force which had proved stronger than his power to resist it. As he was, to all intents and purposes   – to use an ugly word   – being raped, he was sufficiently self-controlled to see that as his Master’s slave he could do nothing at all to prevent it, he did the sensible thing: he sat back and enjoyed the experience. And the fact of the matter was that the pounding Maro took from Flavius’s cock was really intoxicatingly exhilarating for both parties. He found that he was really enjoying the pounding which he was receiving as much as Flavius was obviously enjoying giving it. Begun with no thought of anything but satisfying himself, Flavius just went on and on fucking Maro, with an ever increasing force and speed and ever longer strokes, which defied description. When he finally withdrew his quivering penis completely from Maro’s anus and slammed its full length back to bring himself to orgasm, by accident rather than design, he brought his slave to his own orgasm simultaneous with his own. Even without this happy happenstance, that morning’s really rough fuck by his Master was a wake-up call, which Maro would ever forget.

It is doubtful if Flavius perceived how he had, quite unintentionally, turned, what had set out as a self-centred act to appease his own incontrollable desire to have sex there and then, into a triumph of mutual satisfaction. Once he had calmed down after his physical effort   – sex is such hard work   – he was immediately filled with self-recrimination for what he had just done to to Maro. He mentally grovelled in front of his slave, as he tried, in his mind, to formulate an apology for his actions. At the end of the day, as an inveterate practitioner of what we today refer to as gay sex and owner of dozens of slaves, Flavius was basically a fair man and had a strong moral streak to his character, from which he could never escape for long. In short, unlike most young Romans of his rank, he had an omnipresent conscience. If Maro had been surprised not to be censured for his own uninvited sexual acts on his Master the previous evening and his surprise by Flavius’s subsequent morning wake-up fuck, what came next was just too outrageous even be contemplated. After Flavius and Maro had performed their morning ablutions and washed away all traces of sex, now dressed in their usual tunics, Maro brought his Master his usual breakfast of bread and milk. Maro never ate together with Flavius, but took all his meals with his brother slaves. It was, was, therefore, a great surprise to him when Flavius motioned to him to sit, if not to eat with him. It was an even greater surprise to him, when he heard what Flavius now required of him; he could hardly believe his ears.

"Master, you cannot be serious in asking me, your slave, to thrash your buttocks with a cane as you do to all slaves on their arrival arrival in your house; as you did to me personally and as we are presently doing to the newly recruited sex-slaves. Master, please tell me that I have somehow misheard you; misunderstood what you have just requested me to do, Master. Master, I have to tell you from personal experience that 18 strokes of the cane across your bare buttocks, is agonisingly painful. You cannot possibly mean that I, your slave, should give you my Master, 18 strokes, of the cane across your bare buttocks. Master, I beg of you, please tell me that I have misunderstood."

"No, Maro, you have not misunderstood my intention. The only thing you have misunderstood is that what I want you to do was given as an order, not a request. Maro, in view of our exceptional relationship, Master and slave, I will tell you why I want you, my slave, to beat me exactly the same I beat slaves, or order them to be beaten. I want to undergo myself the same punishment that I regularly inflict on others, to experience for myself the agony to which I subject them. I want to do this because I wish to be fair and just to everyone, even to my slaves, whom I can treat as I wish. In future I want to be sure that when I order a certain punishment to be given to a slave, that it is not exaggerated and is appropriate for the offence he has committed. I want a slave to know that his Master is fully aware of the pain to which he is subjecting him and that the punishment he is receiving is commensurate with the offence he has committed. I can only do this if I am myself aware of the intensity of the pain I am inflicting on others; hence my order. Maro, when, in a few minutes time, you beat me, your Master, I would caution you not to attempt to give me an easy ride. I am ordering you now, to beat me with all the force you employed the two young lads we were inducting yesterday. If you do not do so, I will know; and I promise you that I will personally roast your own arse for you. You will, from our own experience, appreciate that although I am unaware of the intensity of pain a beating generates, I am an expert in inflicting it. Well, now that all is clear, I suggest we move to the induction room where you will perform the unusual task, which we have just discussed. Then we he we will occupy ourselves with the induction of the three African sex-slaves: a more agreeable task for both of us."

So, there it was; Maro found himself in the unenviable position of being ordered to beat his Master: in itself a totally unprecedented event, but one which was rendered even more so by the fact that Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, already led a surprisingly atypical, intimate sex-life together. But Maro could do little other than obey, as notwithstanding the special sexual relationship he enjoyed with his Master, at the end of the day, he was still his slave. Flavius and he moved into the room where they were inducting the new sex-slaves; Flavius immediately discarded his short toga and motioned Maro to do the same. The two young men were accustomed to seeing one another naked, each delighting in the other’s physique and sexual attributes, as befits two male lovers; for lovers, although the word was never given breath, was what they had become. But there is a world of difference between when two men strip naked for sex and the situation which now obtained. But, even in face of the extraordinarily embarrassing predicament in which Maro found himself, the strong connection between sex and corporal punishment was, as ever, evident; both Flavius, whose arse was to be beaten, and Maro, in this case, a very reluctant beater, were sporting rock-hard erections. Indeed, Maro had reached such a state of sexual arousal, that his 10 inch erection was already exuding the first, viscous drops of precum.

As Flavius, the sole author of this scene, bent across the very same table over which the first two white sex-slaves had flexed themselves yesterday, Maro gave his Master a look which said it all. Flavius, however, unrelenting in his decision, from which he was not to be deflected by Maro’s imploring looks, reminded him that he had been ordered to lay on the cane, unless he wanted a dose of the same himself. Maro, seeing he was figuratively pissing into the wind and that his Master would not change his mind, finally capitulated and stopped pleading what he saw was a lost cause. As he advanced, cane in hand, to begin his onslaught on his Master’s arse, the one encouraging thing he saw was that Flavius had spread his legs wide, drawing the eye to his anus, that all-important entry port to the greatest of sexual pleasures. Maro, realising that push had now come to shove and that he had no option but to carry out his Master’s crazy order, laid his cane for the first time across those undefiled buttocks, with which he was already so intimately familiar under more congenial circumstances and prepared to lay on his first cut.

The cane descended at lightning speed and, with a crack to wake the dead, etched the first of its inimitable furrows in his Master’s virgin flesh. Curiously enough, once Maro had started on what for him, at the outset, had been an utterly repugnant task, he was seized by that pervertedly brutal streak, which so many of us have, but which lies dormant most of the time. So much so, that by the time he had delivered 18 swingeing cuts of the cane, Flavius now knew full well the agony which many of his slaves had felt; and for that matter, many would continue to feel, for there was no question of abandoning corporal punishment. Far from holding back, Maro, in the grip of sadism, had covered his Master’s arse with a criss-cross pattern of 18 excruciatingly painful, bruised red furrows.

In spite of himself, Maro had, like many inflictors of corporal punishment, actually enjoyed the process of thrashing his Master. But now that it was all over and he saw that damage he had wreaked on Flavius’s arse, he was filled with remorse at what he had done and wondered if relations between himself and his Master could ever again be the same as in the past. But Flavius was made of sterner stuff; agonising though his maiden ordeal with the cane had been, he was quickly to find, as would literally thousands of English public school boys, two millennia later, that the young male arse is a very resilient part of the anatomy, with such amazing powers of recovery, that it lends itself perfectly to the purpose of corrective thrashings. Flavius had not made a sound while Maro was shredding his arse. He remained in position over the table, recovering from the last stroke of the cane, which Maro, with a certain dramatic flourish, had laid on particularly hard. Maro, meanwhile, surveying with horror what he had done to his Master’s arse, felt his cock, which was still hard, telling him that it really wanted action. Maro saw also, in spite of   – or was it, thanks to?   – the beating Flavius had just taken, that his Master’s cock, with which he was intimately familiar, was still hard and, like his own, was oozing precum. Flavius had spread is legs, giving easy access to his anus, to which Maro, notwithstanding all that had just happened, was drawn like a moth to a flame. However, in spite of the unheard of liberty he had taken last night, when he had dared to fuck his Master without being invited to do so, when now faced with the most tempting opportunity, he dared not act, in spite of the wordless urgings from his cock. God, how he wanted, at that moment, to fuck the arse which he had just flogged!

His prayers were answered almost immediately by Flavius, who, still bent across the table, knew from past experience that his slave would be salivating with lust at the thought of what he would now like to do to him. But the lust was not one-sided, for Flavius, having just taken his first beating ever, was as sexually aroused as was Maro and wanted nothing more than his slave to fuck him, bent over the table as he was. Sensing that Maro would not dare to take the next step, which both of them desperately wanted at that moment, he said: "Go on Maro, just do it; you know you want to; so just do it; don’t hold back as I need a good hard fuck right now." On hearing these words from Flavius, Maro’s spirits and confidence soared as obviously all was not lost between them. As he wished at that moment nothing more than to have sex with his Master, whose anus was just asking to be penetrated, that is exactly what he now did. At the first touch of the tip of his exposed cock-head against the opening of Flavius’s passage, a wave of relief flooded though his body as he saw that all was not lost between them. It was the third time in 24 hour that he would have fucked someone whose arse he had just flogged. But it was only now, that, for the first time, the close relationship between corporal punishment and sex was brought home to him. He had already seen, in spite of his horror at being ordered to beat his Master, once his initial reluctance had been overcome and the first stroke of the cane delivered, he had thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing.

Now with his cock poised to penetrate his Master’s anus, he saw that the beating had, in a different   – thankfully, less painful   – way affected him as much as it had his Master. He felt that his cock, his fuck  – stick, his most precious possession, always magnificent when poised for action in all its circumcised glory, seemed, somehow, to have grown in stature. His cock-head, poised ready to penetrate his Master, was practically bursting under the increased blood pressure, which the act of beating Flavius with its sexual arousal had brought in its wake. He saw that there would be no need of lubrication, as he was already leaking a stream of slippery precum. As he gave Flavius the benefit of the full 10 inches of inches of his pulsating man-meat, he knew that he was literally on the edge of his own orgasm and that he would need great self-control if he were to satisfy his Master as well as himself; but that was exactly what intended to do as an act of atonement for what he still saw as his sins last night. An observer, had anyone been present, would have witnessed a young man who, by any standard, was a consummate Master of the art of anal copulation, fucking his partner with a vigour that belied belief.

This was no loving union of two bodies, but, for both parties, a celebration of rough, gay sex at its most exhilarating, but at the same time, its intoxicating best. Maro thrust his cock in and out of Flavius, at a speed and with a brutal force, both of which belied belief. In and out went Maro’s bone-hard, 10 inch penis, each stroke faster and more powerful than the previous. It was an utterly breathtaking performance of virtuoso cock control. At each stroke, Maro more or less withdrew himself from his Master’s anus, leaving only his cock-head still engaged, before plunging himself back, thereby giving Flavius the sexually stimulating pleasure of taking a 10 inch, dead-straight fuck-stick repeatedly up his arse. But beyond the overt, robust stamina which Maro was lavishing on Flavius, he never lost sight of what had become for him the sine qua non, the imperative of what he was doing: to bring himself and his Master to orgasm simultaneously. Difficult to achieve at the best of times, under the present conditions, with Maro still emotionally upset about being forced to beat his Master coupled with what he still saw as his act of lèse majesté yesterday night, it might have seemed that he was reaching for the unattainable. Even more so, when one remembers that Maro had been almost on the point of climaxing himself before his cock had even touched his Master’s anus.

But despite the bad auguries militating against success, by sheer determination and willpower, Maro managed to hold himself in check long enough during his incessant battering of his Mater’s arse until Flavius himself could stand it no longer and cried out: "Now Maro; do it now Maro; do it now!" On hearing this, Maro knew that he had, against all odds, succeeded. He withdrew the full 10 inches of his hard man-meat from his Master’s anus, before thrusting himself back with great speed and force and bringing them both to that much desired, but so often elusive, state of nirvana: the simultaneous orgasm. Not surprisingly, given the high emotional state of both parties, thanks to the vigorous perseverance of Maro and a virtuoso performance of anal sex, when the orgasmic end finally came, the two young men both simultaneously exploded in fountains of thick sperm. Maro, with his penis buried deep inside his Master’s rectum, left him with a temporary souvenir of their coupling; Flavius, meanwhile, whose own cock was pointing stiffly at the floor beneath the table over which he was still bent, shot his load all over the floor, Thus ended a difficult moment in the relationship between Flavius, the Master, and Maro.

"Maro, my friend, when it comes to fucking, you are in a class of your own." said Flavius: "Where the hell did you learn to use your meat like that? That, my friend, was best rough fuck, I have ever had in my life and believe me, I’ve had plenty. You, Maro, are an absolute Master at dominant sex; you were put on earth by the gods, to fuck butt; I consider myself blessed by the god, Priapus, to have found you. We were divinely ordained by the gods to meet; ours is a match made in heaven."

Listening to Flavius, Maro was beside himself with relief, when he understood the import of these remarks from his Master. He knew that as a slave, he was at his Master’s beck and call in all things. To be told by Flavius that he was a master at dominant sex was the ultimate accolade. Maro was acutely aware that Roman patricians like Flavius, were, in all matters, sex included, always supposed to be the dominant partner. In matters sexual, it was of little consequence to Romans whom or even what the fucked as they had catholic tastes when it came to sex; they fucked anybody, just as long as they were the dominant partner; they penetrated others, but never allowed themselves to be penetrated by anyone of a lower class than themselves, least of all a slave; and in Maro’s case, a black African slave at that! That, at least was the received wisdom. But men being human, and the flesh, then as now, being weak, even patrician Romans, in the throes of sexual arousal, allowed themselves to deviate from the straight and narrow. Even having been invited to penetrate his Master was considered by Maro as a great privilege, already overstepping social convention by a mile. But to do as he had done the previous evening, and fuck his Master without being invited to do so, had been a step too far.

So, now to be told that he was a master at dominant sex and that he had given his Master, the best rough fuck of his life, was truly manna from heaven to Maro’s ears. Maro understood that all his sins   – if one could call them that   – had been forgiven or forgotten and that his relationship with his Master had been restored. And, just as Flavius clearly found Maro, his perfect sex partner, so the feeling was reciprocal. Whoever’s cock was doing the honours, there was always that synergy between them which made every occasion perfect. Maro, like his Master, Flavius, was a young man with considerable sexual experience prior to their meeting. He had been regularly fucked by his previous owner before having been acquired by Flavius and had literally been used as an in-house bum-boy by his then Master and his patrician friends: Maro had been just another slave; someone whom his Master fucked whenever he felt the need, without any thought for the feelings of the young man, whose anus he was hammering., Unlike Flavius who was bi-sexual, Maro was sexually a totally dedicated man’s-man and as such had never had sex with a woman. However, exactly as Flavius evidently found Maro the greatest cocksman ever, so Maro also found that Flavius was no slouch when he penetrated him   – as he often did. He may not have had the same exceptional length and girth as Maro   – but then, who did?   – but Flavius used what he had   – which was by no means negligible   – to perfection and Maro appreciated that whenever Flavius was fucking him, he was always treated as an equal.

Whenever, he was the passive partner to his Master’s penetrative prowess   – as he frequently was   – he was never abandoned by Flavius; Flavius automatically always took Maro’s feelings into account; he was never simply treated as a sex toy by his Master, as he had regularly been in the past, but always as an equal partner, who also had to be sexually satisfied in ever union. The thing Maro had learned most to appreciate and which he tried to emulate, not always successfully, even with his exceptional endowment, was that whenever Flavius was fucking him, his determination always to take Maro, his slave, through to orgasm, never wavered. After several minutes, with his cock still deep inside his Master, silently sharing with him the pleasure as those sublime post-orgasmic moments faded away, Maro now withdrew himself and stood up, waiting to see what Flavius wanted to do next. By now, his penis had calmed itself and had returned to its resting position, falling fetchingly in a graceful curve over his balls. Any observer who had been fortunate enough to see Maro standing there, in all his immediate, post-coital glory, would have seen a sublimely handsome muscular young stud, totally at ease in himself, sporting a piece of man-meat to die for. As he stood there, waiting for Flavius to tell him what he now wanted to do, he could have been forgiven for turning on even the most hardened of straight men. In a word, Maro was an icon to the God Priapus: he was visually a come-hither icon for sex.

As Flavius, gingerly pulled himself up from the table over which he had been bending to receive Maro’s disciplinary and sexual attention, both of which he had wished upon himself, he was struck by the present, quite exceptional radiance of Maro’s physical attractiveness and sexual desirability, which the young man, quite unknowingly and involuntarily was, at that moment, projecting in spades. It is not to say that Maro was not physically and sexually attractive at all times, but the fact that he had just had a load of uncertainty lifted from his mind, somehow manifested itself visually in his enhanced physical and sexual allure. With Maro standing there naked in front of him, looking like a gift from the gods, Flavius, in spite of still wincing at the pain of his agonising arse and having just been fucked really hard at his own request by the very man whose radiance and desirability he was now eying, found himself totally captivated by his slave in a quite libidinous manner. As already observed above, Maro’s appearance could have sexually excited even the most hardened of straight men and Flavius was certainly not a hardened and straight man! In fact, quite the contrary, as he was a man who absolutely delighted in the pleasures of the male flesh

Flavius took Maro by the hand and led him towards the baths. The Romans loved bathing and Flavius had installed a warm, Roman style bath in the Casa Priapus. Once in the soothingly relaxing water, Flavius thrust his penis, which had obligingly risen yet again to the occasion, into Maro’s mouth; whereupon Maro, ever obedient and desirous of pleasing his Master as ever, more than willingly, began to suck him off. Maro quickly sensed that his Master wanted much more than to fuck his face. And he was right, for Flavius quickly disengaged his meat from Maro’s mouth, spun Maro around in the water and then, very gently, penetrated him. But, this was not a prelude to an act of vigorously brutal sex, such as Maro had, just a few minutes ago, practised on his Master. Maro knew from the moment the tip of his Master’s penis touched his anus and he relaxed his anal muscles and allowed Flavius to gently enter his inner sanctum, that this was to be an act of pure love. As he bottomed his pelvis against the comforting muscles of Maro’s arse, Flavius emitted a groan of sheer pleasure. Then, as Maro had foreseen, he very gently and lovingly began to fuck his slave with long, lissom strokes of his penis. But in contrast to what usually happened, as time progressed, Flavius did not increase the speed and force of the reciprocating movements, which are the very essence of copulation. Instead, on and on he went with the same long, gentle strokes until he finally brought Maro to the trembling edge of orgasm.

By this time, Maro’s body was quivering like a leaf with the pure pleasurable sensations with which Flavius’s efforts were imbuing him. He had never his life   – and he had been fucked by many other men before Flavius   – experienced anything to compare with the exquisite sensations which were now suffusing his body. The amazing difference between the way Flavius normally brought him to orgasm and what was now happening, was that usually, once he had been brought to the limits of endurance by ever more furious pounding, there was no delaying the consequences; with one final thrust of his cock, Flavius triggered their joint simultaneous ejaculations, leading to those few exquisite seconds of orgasm. Whereas now, in contrast, Flavius, by persisting with his gentle sexual ministrations, managed to hold Maro in the exquisite state of pre-orgasm for almost 30 seconds, thereby prolonging their joint pleasure. When it finally came, the orgasm was as magnificent, but, was, as ever, equally brief. But what lifted this occasion out of the ordinary, was the tender, loving care which Flavius had lavished on his slave. This was much more than a casual fuck in which Flavius assuaged his carnal desires on his slave; it was an act performed with love: love, a word which they both felt for each other, but which was never intoned by either of them.

Flavius had still not finished with Maro. He he led him from the baths back to his bedroom, where the pair of them spent the rest of the morning (!) like newlyweds on their wedding night. Maro, as befitted a Roman slave, had hitherto always allow his Master to take the lead and choreograph the steps in their sexual relations. However, for the first time ever, time Maro was completely relaxed with his Master and did exactly what he wanted. As equals, the two of them spent the entire morning enjoying each others’ bodies, indulging in hitherto almost non-stop acts of sexual gymnastics. Finally it was Maro who reminded his Master that the three Africans remained to be inducted into the the Casa Priapus as sex-slaves.

The three young black men, all stark naked, were brought before Flavius and Maro. Although they had slept separately from their white brother slaves, Primus and Secundus Albus, both of whom had suffered the induction process the previous day, they had obviously talked to their white counterparts and were not surprisingly trembling with fear, not of the unknown, but of what they knew they were about to undergo. They already knew that if they were treated as their counterparts had been the previous day, they would, in the next few minutes, each be fucked twice and receive 18 strokes of the cane across their naked arses; not at all a present prospect; but one they could do nothing to avoid. It was enough to make even the most obdurately hardened, macho, young man nervous; even more so once they saw, for the first time, their new Master and his favourite slave both naked before them. Even as sexually well-equipped, young, black Africans, as they all were, the prospect of being shafted by their new Master was daunting. But when they saw the size of Maro’s cock, which, even by black African standards, they realised was quite exceptional. They all inwardly shuddered at the thought of being forced to allow such a huge piece of man-meat to penetrate their anuses. Frankly, it would have been better for them not to have known what they were now about to suffer and faced their immediate fate, sight unseen.

But suffer they did, as Flavius had decreed that, eventually, the entire cohort of 20 sex-slaves would undergo the same induction to life in the Casa Priapus. On this occasion, he had decided that the three of them would be dealt with together. The slaves assisting in the preparation of the three young men for their induction, secured each of them across the end of a separate table, their legs apart, their arses at the edge of the table, across which they would remain bent and immobile, whilst they were fucked, first by their Master, then caned by Maro, prior to being fucked by him. Maro approached Flavius, with a small flask of oil, with which he lubricated his Master’s penis, before doing the same to his own massive organ. He then approached each of the three slaves individually, anointed their anuses with oil to facilitate their welcome to the Casa Priapus, in the form of their maiden penetration by their new Master. Once he was satisfied that they were all well lubricated and ready for fucking, he signalled to Flavius that the three were ready for him. Flavius had decided that all 20 young men of his sex-slave cohort would be initiated by him personally into the sex-life, for which they were now destined. It was only now, when reality was staring them in the face and their anuses were about to be penetrated by their Master’s penis, that the three of them began to understand that, in their future life, they would be sex-toys for their new Master and his friends.

Flavius first approached Primus Colorius and placed one hand on each of the lad’s hips, gazed at his plump buttocks and saw that they were visibly palpitating with fear of what was about to happen to him. Had Primus been about to be shafted by one of his brother slaves   – as he would regularly be in the future   – he would have felt less uneasy: less fearful. But Primus Colorius was just 18 years old and had, like his white namesake as yet had no sexual experience whatsoever. As he was about to lose his anal virginity involuntarily to his young Master, he was, to say the least, extremely nervous. Flavius saw the nervous state the young lad was in and as he prepared to penetrate the tight young pucker between the muscular buttocks before him, he thought back to when he was that age himself and his father had caught him in flagrante with one of the slaves and what that had led to. Make no mistake, Flavius was no altruist and was definitely his own Master; but neither was he a sadist or a cruel man. Although he knew he was building his cohort of sex-slaves uniquely to satisfy his own almost insatiable desire to have casual sex with a variety of attractive young men who he owned, he saw no reason why, provided they played by his rules and by his rules alone, his sex-slaves should not enjoy together the homosexual sex-life he knew he was forcing upon them. He had, as a slave owner, empathy with his slaves: a rare commodity among the patrician classes of ancient Rome. It was at that moment, as he was preparing himself to penetrate the virgin anus of Primus Colorius that his vague ideas on how the 20 sex-slave should be allowed to live together, took form.

As Flavius himself, age only 17, had not been able to resist the power of sex and had gone on from there to develop a full and satisfying bi-sexual sex-life, he fully appreciated that most young men needed sex as much   – and almost as often   – as they needed food and drink. So, he asked himself as he prepared to fuck Primus, if he, as the legal owner of these young men, had the moral right to deprive them of their natural birthright; to prevent them from enjoying the fundamental act of copulation with another human, which all men instinctively have. As the tip of his penis touched against the anus of Primus Colorius, he immediately sensed that automatic, involuntary tightening of his slave’s anal muscles to prevent him entering; Flavius then went ahead and initiated Primus into the sensual delights of anal sex. Flavius, having no idea what Primus’s sexual orientation was, made a great effort to allay the lad’s obvious fear of his first sexual experience. Expert cocks-man that he was, Flavius had decided, as he initiated each new slave into his new role dedicated to homosexual sex that he would systematically try to fuck him through to orgasm. When Primus finally climaxed on his first encounter with anal sex, in an enormous ejaculative emission of his semen, which he jerked all over the floor, Flavius, knew instinctively that he had shown Primus just how rewardingly simulating the act of anal sex with another man could be, even as an obligatory passive partner to the act. As Primus’s body shuddered uncontrollably as he jerked put his emission, Flavius had the strong impression that Primus had actually enjoyed the experience, which he sincerely hoped was the case.

Come what may, as Primus and his brother slaves would be obliged to lead a life where they had regularly to make themselves available for anal sex as and when their Master ordered, it would be better for them if they enjoyed the burden which was forced upon them. It was Flavius’s most fervent hope that with any luck, most of them would eventually come to enjoy their servitude as sex-slaves as much as their Master enjoyed serving them. They would all eventually come to see that regular copulation was an important, indispensible activity in the daily life of any young man. Even those who were resolutely heterosexual in their outlook would eventually come to see that male anal sex was not at all bad, especially when that was all that was available.

It was at then, at that precise moment, as he thrust his penis into the virgin anus of Primus Colorius, that Flavius decided definitively to allow his sex-slaves complete sexual freedom within the male confines of the Casa Priapus. Flavius had understood that however agreeable he made their daily lives as passive sex-slaves, they would inevitably also want to play the active role in the sex act themselves; it was just human nature. As vigorous, sexually well equipped, active, young men, they would wish to fuck as well as to be fucked. Provided that they obeyed the rules, under the benign eye of their owner and Master, they would be allowed to fuck each other in the way their Master and his friends fucked them; Thus, under the beneficent, but nevertheless, strict eye of Flavius, they would be able to lead a sexually satisfying homosexual sex life: a way of life, which once tested, was not to be sneezed at if no alternative was available.

Primus Colorius had already seen that his life, over which, as one of his Master’s possessions, he had no control whatsoever, might not be too bad after all. As Flavius had hoped, thanks to his considerable efforts with his cock, Primus found that he had actually enjoyed surrendering his anal virginity to his Master. It is doubtful if the young man fully appreciated what his new Master had just done for him. He had been fucked through to orgasm on his first encounter with another man’s penis. He had no idea that many men never experience what Flavius, at that moment, had done both to, and for him. But now came the less attractive part of the induction: the standard welcome beating given to all new slaves when they joined Flavius’s household. Before Maro etched his stripes with his cane with his cane on the arse of Primus Colorius, Flavius impressed on all three young African men that the beating they were all about to receive, was given to each slave on is arrival by way of a warning as to what he could expect if ever he broke the rules. Abide by the rules and there was no reason why any slave should ever again feel the bite of the cane etching stripes into his is bare arse. Nevertheless the thought of being beaten even once was not exactly a welcoming prospect. But like it or not, the three new slaves had no option other than to grin and bear it. Flavius saw that Primus, who was about to be beaten, was again trembling with fear; and he had good reason to be, as Maro did not spare him. Relentlessly, stroke followed stroke, each landing with a resounding crack across the lad’s naked buttocks.

As he watched Maro flogging Primus Colorius, Flavius perceived that his slave was a natural with the cane. Moreover, from the expression on his face and the menacingly frightening rigidity of his 10 inch erection, which was already dripping drops of precum, indicating its readiness for active service in the near future, Maro was quite clearly enjoying what he was doing. With Primus there was no reluctance to skin his arse as there had been when Flavius had ordered Maro to beat him. What Flavius did not know, was that Maro’s previous Master had been a sadistic sod of a man who had enjoyed making his slave writhe with pain; he had regularly beaten him for no other reason than the sexual pleasure that administering corporal punishment aroused in him. He had then always gone on and rough-fucked Maro after beating him. So, Maro was now, understandably, in what might best be described as his pay-back mode. With no justification other than that Flavius was permitting him to do it, he was inflicting on Primus exactly what he had himself received many times in the past from his previous Master. He would then go on, as his cock was indicating its willingness, as it had done yesterday with both Primus and Secundus Albus, to fuck the living daylights out of the young lad’s arse.

Maro had a natural ability of laying on strokes evenly spaced and strictly parallel to each other. As he placed each stroke, Flavius marvelled at the exemplary precision of his attack. Maro could well have been giving a Master class in flagellation, as he mercilessly flogged Primus Colorius’s naked buttocks. Maro’s true artistry in the not so gentle art of arse scourging, was revealed as he laid on the six final strokes in crossing diagonals, leaving poor Primus   – one had to feel for the young lad, who had done nothing to deserve such a monumental caning   – with the most artistic looking, well-beaten arse Flavius had ever seen. Flavius was full of admiration for the obvious competence and sense of purpose which Maro had shown in thrashing Primus. However, at the same time he had some sympathy for the recipient, who had done nothing to deserve such a painful caning. And as he himself had forced Maro to cane him exactly as he was now doing to Primus, he knew exactly how excruciating was the pain the lad was suffering. Morally, Flavius knew he wanted to interfere and tell Maro to attenuate his attack; but for the moment he let sleeping dogs lie and said nothing about his misgivings. He watched, with fascination, as Maro now prepared to penetrate Primus’s anus, for the second time within a few minutes, with his exceptional man-meat.

What Primus would have made of Maro’s cock was hard to say; still bent across the table, as he was, he could not see what was next in store for him. Sexually completely aroused by the beating he had just given Primus, Maro was so inspired that he was sporting the erection to end all erections. Impressive always, his man-meat was now throbbing with anticipation of the major role it was about to play; it was akin to a male ballet dancer, who, having taken the stage for a virtuoso solo performance, was preparing to take his first step. The engorged surface veins of his penis were pulsating with anticipation as he thrust his cock-head against Primus’s anus, which yielded immediately, almost without resistance, allowing him expertly to slide his full, hard 10 inches into the young slave’s passage. Primus, despite the pain he must have felt as Maro’s pelvis mated with his inflamed buttocks, nevertheless let out a sigh of satisfaction. It does seem to be a fact that after a beating, having one’s anus penetrated by the rate persecutor’s penis has a calming effect on the victim, emphasising, yet again, the strong connection between corporal punishment and sex.

In what Maro was now doing, there was never any question of trying to bring Primus to orgasm as Flavius had done just a few minutes earlier; this was basically a self-centred fuck, to satisfy his own lust. He fucked Primus with the same single-mindedness of purpose, putting the same force behind his cock as he had into the cane he had applied just a few minutes previously to the lad’s arse. On each reciprocal stroke of his fuck-stick, Maro thrust and withdrew his full length in and out of Primus’s passage. Each time, he bottomed his pelvis against Primus’s painfully inflamed buttocks with ever increasing force and speed, until he reached his own, self-induced climax. There was no consideration whatsoever given to his partner’s feelings; this act was purely to satisfy Maro’s own, obviously uncontrollable desire, to fuck. Had it not been sanctioned by Flavius, Maro, sexually so aroused, would not have been able to control himself and would surely have raped Primus. But what was extraordinary in the present case of such violent, anal sex was the fact that Primus, judging from the contented expression on his face, was actually enjoying being force fucked. It does seem to be a fact that fucking, however violent, is an act, which the recipient, even when he is in pain from a beating, nevertheless enjoys,

Maro, even when rough fucking, without any consideration other than self-satisfaction, had a knack of pleasing both himself and his partner. Even though he had left Primus with his arse doused with sperm, in what might best be described as a state of suspended animation as far as his own climax was concerned, it was obvious from the expression on the lad’s face that he had enjoyed being force-fucked by Maro. The reality of his present plight quickly made itself apparent again as the euphoria of being hard-fucked by Maro, with its anaesthetising effect wore off. Primus Colorius again became painfully aware that he possessed an extremely sore arse: excruciatingly so! But his induction into his life at the Casa Priapus, in which his arse had been fucked twice in quick succession and received an agonisingly painful caning from Maro, had taught him one thing. He would henceforth obey the rules and avoid another encounter with the cane. As young neophyte to anal sex, which he had, for the first time today, experienced twice in quick succession, he saw sex was a much pleasanter option than being flogged, an act with which he had been was only too familiar under his previous Master. In fact, having been forced to surrender his anal virginity to his new Master, he had had a totally marvellous and unique introduction to the delights of anal sex; he had had his fist orgasm induced by his Master. Not surprisingly, he was already convinced that if his future at the Casa Priapus was to offer his anus to be fucked by his Master and his friends, life would not be all that bad.

The two other black slaves, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, awaiting their induction, were both trembling with fear; not so much by the sex side of the process, but the daunting prospect of submitting their backsides to 18 strokes of the cane laid on by Maro, whom they had perceived, watching him beat Primus, to be an expert. Unlike Primus, They were both slightly older then Primus, nearing 19 years of age. Unlike him, and unbeknown to Flavius, they had both been regularly buggered by their previous Masters. So the prospect of being sodomised in quick succession by their new Master and his body slave, held no fear for them. However, having watched Maro deliver 18 strokes of the cane to Primus’s bare arse did. But there was no way that Flavius was going to change the induction protocol, which was to remain the same for the sixth months during which he purchased the complement 15 more slaves, thereby bringing his cohort of sex-slaves up to total of 20 young men.

Trembling with fear or not, Secundus and Tertius were each successively forced to endure the three stage induction process. Flavius first made it a point of honour for himself to fuck each of the two new slaves to his own climax, with a view to showing them that anal sex between males could be an exhilaratingly rewarding experience. Then followed Maro, with his cane, which he wielded mercilessly, endowing both of them with agonisingly painful, bruised and bleeding arses. As with Primus, he then went on and rough fucked teach of them, giving their backsides a welcome, if temporary respite from the pain he had just caused them. By late afternoon Flavius and Maro had finished inducting the three black slaves into the Casa Priapus. This was a procedure which would be repeated regularly over the next six months, as Flavius completed the purchase of the 15 slaves needed to make up his cohort of 20 eminently attractive and fuckable young men.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Roman Excess - Chapter 8", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "65" }