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He was able to indulge himself to the full in his taste for sex with members of his cohort, who were, to a man, both visually and actively sexually arousing. His frequent soirées at the Casa Priapus, when all 20 naked, absurdly attractive and sexually willing young slaves were available to all Flavius’s guests, became, in today’s language, the hottest ticket in Rome: intoxicatingly excessive, bacchanalian, gay orgies in which the entire Roman gay patrician community – and there were lots of them – was eager to participate. Other than at the Casa Priapus, where else could one have access to such a stellar constellation of attractive, young men, all willing to make themselves sexually available to please their revered Master’s guests? The word revered is not used casually; the 20 strong sex-slaves’ cohort, along with the rest of the many other slaves in the Flavius household, all held their Master in high esteem; unlike most upper-class Romans, he treated all his slaves as human beings and not as his possessions to use as he wished, which, under the then Roman law they legally were. All 20 sex-slaves admired him for his sexual prowess as whenever he had sex with them, which was quite often, he always fucked each and every one of them through to his climax. But probably what pleased them most was that, bought by Flavius, with no prior knowledge of their individual sexual orientation, their new Master had understood that to be contented, their sexual drive had to have an outlet and he allowed them to have sex with each other quite freely. The miracle was, that even the diehard, straight, heterosexual young men, whom Flavius had purchased, once they had come to terms with the fact that the only sex available to them was with other men, had found they enjoyed anal intercourse. Now to a last man, given the comfortable life they were allowed to live and the – albeit homosexual – freedom they enjoyed with their fellow slaves, they were all totally happy and were ready to do anything to please their Master.\n\nAt the same time, Flavius was able to enjoy the heterosexual side of his life with Claudia his wife and their four children. Meanwhile, the relations he had with his slave, Maro, grew ever more intimate, to such a level that they became as important to him as those with his wife, Claudia. Even though he regularly exercised himself sexually with members of his cohort, he always obeyed the Roman social conventions governing the sexual behaviour of patrician men towards male members of lower classes. He never allowed any slave of his cohort to penetrate him, however attracted he found him, despite the fact that with many of the young slaves both the physical and sexual attraction were mutual. As time passed, although he still regularly had active sex with his patrician friends, fewer and fewer of his friends were allowed intimate access to his body, as he more and more limited his full sexuality uniquely to his wife, Claudia and his slave, Maro. But the land flowing with milk and honey which he had created for himself was to come to an abrupt end as tragedy struck.\n\nAncient Rome lived permanently in the fear of epidemics of different diseases, against which they had no protection at all and for which they had no cure. Such diseases as measles, smallpox, and influenza periodically raised their ugly heads, spreading like wildfire through the crowded city, decimating the population in their uncontrolled and untreatable virulence. When Flavius was 26 years old, an outbreak of smallpox devastated the Flavius household. In one brief month he found himself robbed of his entire family; Claudia and all four of his children succumbed to the ravages of the disease. Of his 20 sex-slaves, all superb young men, in their prime of life, only five survived: curiously enough, the two whites, Primus and Secundus Albus and the three black Africans, Primus, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, the five slaves he had bought to found his cohort of sex-slaves. Neither were the other household slaves spared by the disease and Flavius found that he had lost over half of them. Yet this deadly disease, no respecter of social classes, which had roared through Rome killing patricians and slaves alike and leaving thousands dead, was, thankfully disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving the Romans to pick up the pieces and rebuild their shattered lives as best they could.\n\nFlavius’s household had been particularly badly hit by the disease. He thanked the Gods, none of whom he believed in, that he and Maro, who had become, along with his wife, Claudia, one of his two true loves in his bisexual life, had survived. He thought specifically in terms of having survived rather than having been spared, which implied a watchful, partly vengeful and partly benign deity controlling things temporal, which he considered a totally absurd. His lack of belief in the supernatural, made Flavius one of the first humanists in what was a society guided by widely-believed, nonsensical superstition. As he attempted to pick up the pieces of his decimated life, he gave a lot of thought to the position in which, through no fault of his own, he now found himself. He had enjoyed his arranged marriage to Claudia, which had been a great success. He mourned her passing together with the loss of all four of their children, which had riven the heart out of the House of Aurelius Valerius, of which he was now the only survivor. But, as a 26 year-old widower and sexually very active young man, he understood that mourning the loss of his close family, would not bring any of them back and that he must make the best of the cards he had been dealt. In a word, life must go on and he had to decide what to do.\n\nHe had promised Claudia that if she tolerated his active gay sex life at the Casa Priapus, he would never look at another woman and remain faithful to her. For Flavius, it had been an easy promise to keep as he had never had eyes for the opposite sex. Over the past few years, with his bi-sexuality dividing his sex-life between Claudia and Maro, he had come to recognised that his libido was pushing him more and more towards homosexuality. But, in spite of this, his arranged marriage to Claudia had been a resounding success and had remained so, in spite of his ever increasing involvement in, and enjoyment of gay sex. So he now came to the somewhat obvious conclusion that as the male love-of-his-life, Maro, had survived with him and as he was now as free as a bird to lead the sex life he wanted, he would cast aside his hitherto ambivalence and devote himself to what he enjoyed the most: sex with other men. He decided to abandon all pretence of re-founding a family with another woman, as he had by now admitted to himself that Maro, the black African slave, whom he had purchased and owned, much as he owned Villa Valerius and the Casa Priapus, was the true love of his life. Although over the past five years they had become inseparable and Maro was the only man in the world, whom Flavius allowed to fuck him, they had only rarely ever shared a bed together. No matter how intense a day’s sex lay behind him, whether exclusively with Maro or in an orgiastic bout of group copulation with a number of his sex-slaves, Flavius religiously went back each evening and serviced his wife Claudia, with whom he shared a bed. As close as Flavius and Maro were to each other, even when Maro was performing that most intimate of acts, anal penetration, on Flavius, he was never less than utterly deferential and always referred to the man whom he was fucking on a regular basis as Master. Even though it was evident that they were completely in love and devoted to each other, that magic word, love, had never been given voice.\n\nFlavius had some momentous decisions to take concerning the future of the House of Valerius. After the ravages wreaked by the smallpox outbreak, the remaining slaves were, not unnaturally, wondering what the future held for them. Flavius had already decided on the future form his life would take and he announced the first step to Maro: \"Maro, as you may have guessed, things in the future are going to be radically different. I have decided to liberate you from your slavery and make you a freed man. As a freed man you will be able to marry and your male children will be born as free men and can bear office in Rome as Roman citizens. They will be able to say: Civis Romanus sum – I am a Roman citizen\"\n\nIf he had been expecting a joyous declaration of thanks from Maro, Flavius was sorely disappointed, as Maro answered: \"Master, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but I do not want my freedom; I want only to be allowed to remain as your slave and for things to go on between us as they have been in the past. Master...\" Maro hesitated a moment, before taking the bull by the horns, giving voice to what they had both known for years to be true: \"Master...\" Another pause; and then in a act of lèse majesté, in which he intoned his Master’s name for the very first time, he continued eloquently in classical Latin, his mother tongue, but in which he now showed himself to be an accomplished wordsmith: \"Flavius, my beloved Master – and believe me when I say beloved – please forgive me for addressing you in such a familiar and disrespectful way for someone who is your slave, but I can contain my feelings no longer. I have to tell you what I know to be true; I am completely and unconditionally in love with you, my dearest Flavius, a happy state I have secretly enjoyed for several years; I will never leave you; I would follow you, as your slave, to the ends of the earth if necessary. So please Flavius, as my Master, please, please, please do not abandon me now by giving me my freedom and declaring me a freed man. I was born into slavery and have been a slave all my life, owned by several Masters of which you, Flavius, for the past five years, have been the very best. I know nothing of freedom; and anyway, as I suspect you already know, I have no wish to marry and have children of my own, So, I implore you, Master, do not cast me adrift as a freed man. I want only to remain with you as your slave and for life to continue as it was. Flavius, I love you and I think you love me too; no, I know you love me, even though you have never said the word.\"\n\nFlavius, who had never intended to abandon Maro, was now ashamed that he had handled so badly, what was intended to be a joyous piece of news for his slave. He, the Master, had forced Maro, the slave to declare his love for his Master: a fact he had known for years. He knew that he himself had fallen in love with Maro more or less the first time they had had sex together and he had had sex with many other men before he met and purchased Maro as his slave. From the first time he fucked Maro, he felt instinctively that they were meant for each other; penetrating an unknown slave whom he had just purchased had felt just so very right. Why, after the first time Maro had taken the inadmissible step of penetrating his Master, the mutual love that they obviously felt for each other had gone undeclared in words for so long, he had no idea. Was it because he had been married to Claudia, who had given him four children and he could not commit himself to anyone else, either man or woman, without first divorcing her, a simple procedure under Roman law, but one he would never have considered? In an attempt to assure Maro that the love for him he had just expressed so passionately was mutual, Flavius went on to pour oil on troubled waters and assure Maro that abandoning him was the last thing he had had in mind. In a long explanation to Maro, he laid out exactly what he had in mind for their mutual future and for the overall future of the house of Aurelius Valerius Flavius, of which he was the last surviving member.\n\n\"Maro, allow me first to assure you that I have never had any intention of abandoning you. I am deeply sorry that you had to declare what I have known for years, that you were totally in love with me and I with you. Allow me to assure you that the feelings for me you expressed are complexly mutual; Maro, believe me when I say that I am, body and soul, as wholly committed you as you are to me. Dearest Maro, let me put it to you simply and unequivocally; I love you; I love you deeply in a way in which I have never loved anyone else, not even my late wife, Claudia. The reason why I wanted – and still want – to make you a freed man is because in view of the radically different circumstances in which the smallpox epidemic has left us, I wanted to ask you to do what is still unspeakable in Roman eyes and come to live with me openly and permanently as my lover. But, I also wanted you to be able to bear your own African family name – which for my sins, I regret I do not know – and not live as a slave under a pseudo Roman name. That way you will be seen in public as a freed-man: a Roman citizen free to marry and have children, who if male, will be born as free men.\"\n\n\"I want you to come and live openly with me; but to make things quite clear Claudia’s death has cleared my thinking about my own sexuality. As you must be aware, Maro, I am one of those unfortunate persons, who was born liking sex with both men and women. Had my father, Valerius, not a caught me having sex with a young male slave when I was only 15 years old and forced me into an early marriage with Claudia, I am now, several year later, sure that, left to my own devices, I would never have contemplated marriage to a woman. But the fact of the matter is that once I was married to Claudia and started having sex with her,, I found I quite enjoyed it; and so I fell into a routine and allowed things to continue; with the result that my wife gave me four children in four years. But at same time, as we patrician Romans are free – in fact, by social conventions, encouraged – to have sex with other men, always our social inferiors, as way of affirming our masculine superiority and maintaining our dignity, I conformed to the accepted mores of my social class and started to have penetrative sex with other men, always from classes lower than my own and often with slaves of my own household. Then, having built the Casa Priapus, in which I intended to install a contingent of my own, dedicated sex-slaves to satisfy my appetite for gay sex, when, on my very first visit to a slave dealer’s, I found you, things changed forever. Looking back, I now realise after the first time we had sex together, that I had found my life’s mate and that although I still did my duty by Claudia, that my role in life was really as a man’s man and that the day would come, as it inevitably did, when I allowed you to penetrate me; Master and slave became true lovers, in spite of social conventions. Maro, you too must yourself have realised by now, that we are made for each other. The dreadful epidemic, which has robbed of both my wife and children, none of whom I could have ever have abandoned, has removed all previous constraints and left me, the last of my blood-line, free to do as I like.\"\n\n\"What I earnestly want to do is to spend the rest of my life with you. You, Maro, are the love of my life and just as you would never leave me, I will never leave you. However, living together as a couple, even with you as a freed man, is something of which patrician Rome, ridden by hide-bound rules, would never approve and we – or better put I – would find myself a social outcast in my own city. This has led me to the inevitable conclusion that we cannot continue to live here in Rome as a cohabiting pair of men. I have, therefore, decided to sell all my Roman property and move to a city which has a greater level of sexual tolerance to men like you and me than in Rome itself. I propose that you and I move and live together in the agreeable southern city of Pompei on the south side of the Bay of Naples, where I have already acquired a piece of land on which I will build a replica of the Casa Priapus. As the male gods, in whose existence I do not for a moment believe, were totally indiscriminate when it came to the gender of their sex partners, I propose to name our new home Villa Ganymede, in honour of the youth, Ganymede, the cupbearer on Mount Olympus, to the mythical chief of the gods, that arch-pederast and libertine Zeus. I am as sure that the non-existent Zeus had sex with the non-existent Ganymede as I am sure that you and I regularly fuck each other. As Roman citizens, the Pompeians have a much more relaxed attitude towards all sex than do the inhabitants of Rome itself. I think we shall be accepted there and will have a happy life together.\"\n\n\"Master or – as I should now call you, as we are to live together as a couple – Flavius, I am delighted to accept the honour you have bestowed on me in liberating me from slavedom. My original family name is Nwizugbo; it has lain dormant since my grandparents were sold into slavery; both my parents and I were all born into slavery and have born, as is the custom, the family name of our various Masters. I do not know part of black Africa we originate from. (Author’s note: Nwizugbo is a name from present day Nigeria). However, shall be proud, as a freed, black slave, to be your partner for life under my real name Maro Nwizugbo. But, Master – I mean Flavius – oh Master I feel so much better addressing you as Master; so why don’t we continue with you calling me Maro and I calling you Master, as have always done? – what I wanted to ask you is about the other slaves. Five of the original sex-slaves have survived the epidemic; curiously enough those who have survived, two whites and three blacks, are the first sex-slaves you purchased after acquiring me from the slave dealer. But there are still a number of household slaves, who have also survived and who, as was I, are anxiously wondering what the future holds for them.\"\n\n\"Well, Maro, I thought that I would offer them their freedom as I have done to you and then we could start afresh once we move to Pompei.\"\n\nMaro now spoke with a degree of assurance, wise beyond his years: \"Master, I can tell you now that idea of giving the slaves their freedom, is a non-starter. Master, just think about these people; you own them; but they look upon you as their father: their provider of a roof over their heads, their security and their food and lodgings, in exchange for which they give you their unpaid services, which they render to you day and night alike without complaint. Like me, they have nothing; they have no money and no possessions; you provide – and own – even the clothes on their backs and the sandals on their feet. If you make them free, they will have no money to pay for somewhere to live and to feed themselves. Their children, born under your roof and as such are also your slaves, will go hungry. Master, in giving them the status of freed men, you will condemn them and their families to life of misery. The last thing they want right now is their freedom. If you do not believe me, then just ask them and see what they say. Like me, they will, to the very last one of them, say that they want things to go on as they were before the epidemic. I predict that not one single one of them will opt to become a freed man; they will all remain loyal to you. Master, you are basically a good, kind and just man and the slaves all see you as such. I think I have come to know you better than you know yourself, as I have seen over the years we have been together, that you have a conscience, which I am sure will not let you force unwanted freedom on your slaves who are totally loyal to you. It was your conscience and loyalty to your wife Claudia, which stopped you from declaring your love for me, whilst she was still alive. Master, you did not have to declare your love for me, as I knew it and felt it as sure as I know that night follows day; as sure as I know that the same conscience, which governs all your actions, will not allow you to cast aside the dozens of faithful slaves, who depend totally on you, thereby condemning them, unjustly, to a life of misery.\"\n\n\"Master, your slaves, like me, will follow you to the ends of the earth, provided that you let them. There is a saying that Rome was not built in a day and I venture to say that your new Villa Ganymede will take several years to complete, before we a can move to Pompei and enjoy life together in a less moralistic environment. But when we do finally move, I predict that all your slaves, lock stock and barrel, will follow you there. Master, you do not realise what a good man you, in truth are.\"\n\nThat is exactly what happened. And when at noon on August 29th in the year in 79 AD the hitherto, unrecognised volcano, Vesuvius, erupted catastrophically, engulfing Pompei and the surrounding communes in ash, where they were to remain forgotten and buried for over 1600 years, Flavius and Maro along with their household of slaves, were among the thousands of casualties that day. However, Flavius and Maro could not have chosen a more appropriate moment to die if they had planned it. At the precise moment, as the mountain blew its top, Flavius and Maro were engaged in their favourite pastime: copulation. Maro, with his massive phallus deep inside of Flavius, was just about to bring them both to that sensational climax, the simultaneous orgasm which, no matter how often a man experiences it, never fails to please. Maro, poised with his penis rock-hard and totally withdrawn from Flavius’s anus, made his final thrust at the precise moment at which the mountain exploded. Thus, entwined in each other’s arms, they enjoyed their final living moments together as two devoted lovers, in that fleetingly brief state of nirvana which only the climax of sexual intercourse can bring. In a few seconds, they were intoxicated by the wave of poisonous volcanic gas which engulfed the house. Within an hour, the Villa Ganymede and all its inhabitants were dead, buried under several metres of volcanic ash, where, over two millennia later, they still lie undisturbed. The Villa Ganymede was built on the lower slopes of Vesuvius, in a part of the site which still remains to be excavated today. Who knows, when the site is finally fully exposed, the petrified bodies of Flavius and Maro in their final, loving embrace might still be discovered.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The next few years were the happiest Flavius had ever known. He was able to indulge himself to the full in his taste for sex with members of his cohort, who were, to a man, both visually and actively sexually arousing. His frequent soirées at the Casa Priapus, when all 20 naked, absurdly attractive and sexually willing young slaves were available to all Flavius’s guests, became, in today’s language, the hottest ticket in Rome: intoxicatingly excessive, bacchanalian, gay orgies in which the entire Roman gay patrician community   – and there were lots of them   – was eager to participate. Other than at the Casa Priapus, where else could one have access to such a stellar constellation of attractive, young men, all willing to make themselves sexually available to please their revered Master’s guests? The word revered is not used casually; the 20 strong sex-slaves’ cohort, along with the rest of the many other slaves in the Flavius household, all held their Master in high esteem; unlike most upper-class Romans, he treated all his slaves as human beings and not as his possessions to use as he wished, which, under the then Roman law they legally were. All 20 sex-slaves admired him for his sexual prowess as whenever he had sex with them, which was quite often, he always fucked each and every one of them through to his climax. But probably what pleased them most was that, bought by Flavius, with no prior knowledge of their individual sexual orientation, their new Master had understood that to be contented, their sexual drive had to have an outlet and he allowed them to have sex with each other quite freely. The miracle was, that even the diehard, straight, heterosexual young men, whom Flavius had purchased, once they had come to terms with the fact that the only sex available to them was with other men, had found they enjoyed anal intercourse. Now to a last man, given the comfortable life they were allowed to live and the   – albeit homosexual   – freedom they enjoyed with their fellow slaves, they were all totally happy and were ready to do anything to please their Master.

At the same time, Flavius was able to enjoy the heterosexual side of his life with Claudia his wife and their four children. Meanwhile, the relations he had with his slave, Maro, grew ever more intimate, to such a level that they became as important to him as those with his wife, Claudia. Even though he regularly exercised himself sexually with members of his cohort, he always obeyed the Roman social conventions governing the sexual behaviour of patrician men towards male members of lower classes. He never allowed any slave of his cohort to penetrate him, however attracted he found him, despite the fact that with many of the young slaves both the physical and sexual attraction were mutual. As time passed, although he still regularly had active sex with his patrician friends, fewer and fewer of his friends were allowed intimate access to his body, as he more and more limited his full sexuality uniquely to his wife, Claudia and his slave, Maro. But the land flowing with milk and honey which he had created for himself was to come to an abrupt end as tragedy struck.

Ancient Rome lived permanently in the fear of epidemics of different diseases, against which they had no protection at all and for which they had no cure. Such diseases as measles, smallpox, and influenza periodically raised their ugly heads, spreading like wildfire through the crowded city, decimating the population in their uncontrolled and untreatable virulence. When Flavius was 26 years old, an outbreak of smallpox devastated the Flavius household. In one brief month he found himself robbed of his entire family; Claudia and all four of his children succumbed to the ravages of the disease. Of his 20 sex-slaves, all superb young men, in their prime of life, only five survived: curiously enough, the two whites, Primus and Secundus Albus and the three black Africans, Primus, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, the five slaves he had bought to found his cohort of sex-slaves. Neither were the other household slaves spared by the disease and Flavius found that he had lost over half of them. Yet this deadly disease, no respecter of social classes, which had roared through Rome killing patricians and slaves alike and leaving thousands dead, was, thankfully disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving the Romans to pick up the pieces and rebuild their shattered lives as best they could.

Flavius’s household had been particularly badly hit by the disease. He thanked the Gods, none of whom he believed in, that he and Maro, who had become, along with his wife, Claudia, one of his two true loves in his bisexual life, had survived. He thought specifically in terms of having survived rather than having been spared, which implied a watchful, partly vengeful and partly benign deity controlling things temporal, which he considered a totally absurd. His lack of belief in the supernatural, made Flavius one of the first humanists in what was a society guided by widely-believed, nonsensical superstition. As he attempted to pick up the pieces of his decimated life, he gave a lot of thought to the position in which, through no fault of his own, he now found himself. He had enjoyed his arranged marriage to Claudia, which had been a great success. He mourned her passing together with the loss of all four of their children, which had riven the heart out of the House of Aurelius Valerius, of which he was now the only survivor. But, as a 26 year-old widower and sexually very active young man, he understood that mourning the loss of his close family, would not bring any of them back and that he must make the best of the cards he had been dealt. In a word, life must go on and he had to decide what to do.

He had promised Claudia that if she tolerated his active gay sex life at the Casa Priapus, he would never look at another woman and remain faithful to her. For Flavius, it had been an easy promise to keep as he had never had eyes for the opposite sex. Over the past few years, with his bi-sexuality dividing his sex-life between Claudia and Maro, he had come to recognised that his libido was pushing him more and more towards homosexuality. But, in spite of this, his arranged marriage to Claudia had been a resounding success and had remained so, in spite of his ever increasing involvement in, and enjoyment of gay sex. So he now came to the somewhat obvious conclusion that as the male love-of-his-life, Maro, had survived with him and as he was now as free as a bird to lead the sex life he wanted, he would cast aside his hitherto ambivalence and devote himself to what he enjoyed the most: sex with other men. He decided to abandon all pretence of re-founding a family with another woman, as he had by now admitted to himself that Maro, the black African slave, whom he had purchased and owned, much as he owned Villa Valerius and the Casa Priapus, was the true love of his life. Although over the past five years they had become inseparable and Maro was the only man in the world, whom Flavius allowed to fuck him, they had only rarely ever shared a bed together. No matter how intense a day’s sex lay behind him, whether exclusively with Maro or in an orgiastic bout of group copulation with a number of his sex-slaves, Flavius religiously went back each evening and serviced his wife Claudia, with whom he shared a bed. As close as Flavius and Maro were to each other, even when Maro was performing that most intimate of acts, anal penetration, on Flavius, he was never less than utterly deferential and always referred to the man whom he was fucking on a regular basis as Master. Even though it was evident that they were completely in love and devoted to each other, that magic word, love, had never been given voice.

Flavius had some momentous decisions to take concerning the future of the House of Valerius. After the ravages wreaked by the smallpox outbreak, the remaining slaves were, not unnaturally, wondering what the future held for them. Flavius had already decided on the future form his life would take and he announced the first step to Maro: "Maro, as you may have guessed, things in the future are going to be radically different. I have decided to liberate you from your slavery and make you a freed man. As a freed man you will be able to marry and your male children will be born as free men and can bear office in Rome as Roman citizens. They will be able to say: Civis Romanus sum   – I am a Roman citizen"

If he had been expecting a joyous declaration of thanks from Maro, Flavius was sorely disappointed, as Maro answered: "Master, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but I do not want my freedom; I want only to be allowed to remain as your slave and for things to go on between us as they have been in the past. Master..." Maro hesitated a moment, before taking the bull by the horns, giving voice to what they had both known for years to be true: "Master..." Another pause; and then in a act of lèse majesté, in which he intoned his Master’s name for the very first time, he continued eloquently in classical Latin, his mother tongue, but in which he now showed himself to be an accomplished wordsmith: "Flavius, my beloved Master   – and believe me when I say beloved   – please forgive me for addressing you in such a familiar and disrespectful way for someone who is your slave, but I can contain my feelings no longer. I have to tell you what I know to be true; I am completely and unconditionally in love with you, my dearest Flavius, a happy state I have secretly enjoyed for several years; I will never leave you; I would follow you, as your slave, to the ends of the earth if necessary. So please Flavius, as my Master, please, please, please do not abandon me now by giving me my freedom and declaring me a freed man. I was born into slavery and have been a slave all my life, owned by several Masters of which you, Flavius, for the past five years, have been the very best. I know nothing of freedom; and anyway, as I suspect you already know, I have no wish to marry and have children of my own, So, I implore you, Master, do not cast me adrift as a freed man. I want only to remain with you as your slave and for life to continue as it was. Flavius, I love you and I think you love me too; no, I know you love me, even though you have never said the word."

Flavius, who had never intended to abandon Maro, was now ashamed that he had handled so badly, what was intended to be a joyous piece of news for his slave. He, the Master, had forced Maro, the slave to declare his love for his Master: a fact he had known for years. He knew that he himself had fallen in love with Maro more or less the first time they had had sex together and he had had sex with many other men before he met and purchased Maro as his slave. From the first time he fucked Maro, he felt instinctively that they were meant for each other; penetrating an unknown slave whom he had just purchased had felt just so very right. Why, after the first time Maro had taken the inadmissible step of penetrating his Master, the mutual love that they obviously felt for each other had gone undeclared in words for so long, he had no idea. Was it because he had been married to Claudia, who had given him four children and he could not commit himself to anyone else, either man or woman, without first divorcing her, a simple procedure under Roman law, but one he would never have considered? In an attempt to assure Maro that the love for him he had just expressed so passionately was mutual, Flavius went on to pour oil on troubled waters and assure Maro that abandoning him was the last thing he had had in mind. In a long explanation to Maro, he laid out exactly what he had in mind for their mutual future and for the overall future of the house of Aurelius Valerius Flavius, of which he was the last surviving member.

"Maro, allow me first to assure you that I have never had any intention of abandoning you. I am deeply sorry that you had to declare what I have known for years, that you were totally in love with me and I with you. Allow me to assure you that the feelings for me you expressed are complexly mutual; Maro, believe me when I say that I am, body and soul, as wholly committed you as you are to me. Dearest Maro, let me put it to you simply and unequivocally; I love you; I love you deeply in a way in which I have never loved anyone else, not even my late wife, Claudia. The reason why I wanted   – and still want   – to make you a freed man is because in view of the radically different circumstances in which the smallpox epidemic has left us, I wanted to ask you to do what is still unspeakable in Roman eyes and come to live with me openly and permanently as my lover. But, I also wanted you to be able to bear your own African family name   – which for my sins, I regret I do not know   – and not live as a slave under a pseudo Roman name. That way you will be seen in public as a freed-man: a Roman citizen free to marry and have children, who if male, will be born as free men."

"I want you to come and live openly with me; but to make things quite clear Claudia’s death has cleared my thinking about my own sexuality. As you must be aware, Maro, I am one of those unfortunate persons, who was born liking sex with both men and women. Had my father, Valerius, not a caught me having sex with a young male slave when I was only 15 years old and forced me into an early marriage with Claudia, I am now, several year later, sure that, left to my own devices, I would never have contemplated marriage to a woman. But the fact of the matter is that once I was married to Claudia and started having sex with her,, I found I quite enjoyed it; and so I fell into a routine and allowed things to continue; with the result that my wife gave me four children in four years. But at same time, as we patrician Romans are free   – in fact, by social conventions, encouraged   – to have sex with other men, always our social inferiors, as way of affirming our masculine superiority and maintaining our dignity, I conformed to the accepted mores of my social class and started to have penetrative sex with other men, always from classes lower than my own and often with slaves of my own household. Then, having built the Casa Priapus, in which I intended to install a contingent of my own, dedicated sex-slaves to satisfy my appetite for gay sex, when, on my very first visit to a slave dealer’s, I found you, things changed forever. Looking back, I now realise after the first time we had sex together, that I had found my life’s mate and that although I still did my duty by Claudia, that my role in life was really as a man’s man and that the day would come, as it inevitably did, when I allowed you to penetrate me; Master and slave became true lovers, in spite of social conventions. Maro, you too must yourself have realised by now, that we are made for each other. The dreadful epidemic, which has robbed of both my wife and children, none of whom I could have ever have abandoned, has removed all previous constraints and left me, the last of my blood-line, free to do as I like."

"What I earnestly want to do is to spend the rest of my life with you. You, Maro, are the love of my life and just as you would never leave me, I will never leave you. However, living together as a couple, even with you as a freed man, is something of which patrician Rome, ridden by hide-bound rules, would never approve and we   – or better put I   – would find myself a social outcast in my own city. This has led me to the inevitable conclusion that we cannot continue to live here in Rome as a cohabiting pair of men. I have, therefore, decided to sell all my Roman property and move to a city which has a greater level of sexual tolerance to men like you and me than in Rome itself. I propose that you and I move and live together in the agreeable southern city of Pompei on the south side of the Bay of Naples, where I have already acquired a piece of land on which I will build a replica of the Casa Priapus. As the male gods, in whose existence I do not for a moment believe, were totally indiscriminate when it came to the gender of their sex partners, I propose to name our new home Villa Ganymede, in honour of the youth, Ganymede, the cupbearer on Mount Olympus, to the mythical chief of the gods, that arch-pederast and libertine Zeus. I am as sure that the non-existent Zeus had sex with the non-existent Ganymede as I am sure that you and I regularly fuck each other. As Roman citizens, the Pompeians have a much more relaxed attitude towards all sex than do the inhabitants of Rome itself. I think we shall be accepted there and will have a happy life together."

"Master or   – as I should now call you, as we are to live together as a couple   – Flavius, I am delighted to accept the honour you have bestowed on me in liberating me from slavedom. My original family name is Nwizugbo; it has lain dormant since my grandparents were sold into slavery; both my parents and I were all born into slavery and have born, as is the custom, the family name of our various Masters. I do not know part of black Africa we originate from. (Author’s note: Nwizugbo is a name from present day Nigeria). However, shall be proud, as a freed, black slave, to be your partner for life under my real name Maro Nwizugbo. But, Master   – I mean Flavius   – oh Master I feel so much better addressing you as Master; so why don’t we continue with you calling me Maro and I calling you Master, as have always done?   – what I wanted to ask you is about the other slaves. Five of the original sex-slaves have survived the epidemic; curiously enough those who have survived, two whites and three blacks, are the first sex-slaves you purchased after acquiring me from the slave dealer. But there are still a number of household slaves, who have also survived and who, as was I, are anxiously wondering what the future holds for them."

"Well, Maro, I thought that I would offer them their freedom as I have done to you and then we could start afresh once we move to Pompei."

Maro now spoke with a degree of assurance, wise beyond his years: "Master, I can tell you now that idea of giving the slaves their freedom, is a non-starter. Master, just think about these people; you own them; but they look upon you as their father: their provider of a roof over their heads, their security and their food and lodgings, in exchange for which they give you their unpaid services, which they render to you day and night alike without complaint. Like me, they have nothing; they have no money and no possessions; you provide   – and own   – even the clothes on their backs and the sandals on their feet. If you make them free, they will have no money to pay for somewhere to live and to feed themselves. Their children, born under your roof and as such are also your slaves, will go hungry. Master, in giving them the status of freed men, you will condemn them and their families to life of misery. The last thing they want right now is their freedom. If you do not believe me, then just ask them and see what they say. Like me, they will, to the very last one of them, say that they want things to go on as they were before the epidemic. I predict that not one single one of them will opt to become a freed man; they will all remain loyal to you. Master, you are basically a good, kind and just man and the slaves all see you as such. I think I have come to know you better than you know yourself, as I have seen over the years we have been together, that you have a conscience, which I am sure will not let you force unwanted freedom on your slaves who are totally loyal to you. It was your conscience and loyalty to your wife Claudia, which stopped you from declaring your love for me, whilst she was still alive. Master, you did not have to declare your love for me, as I knew it and felt it as sure as I know that night follows day; as sure as I know that the same conscience, which governs all your actions, will not allow you to cast aside the dozens of faithful slaves, who depend totally on you, thereby condemning them, unjustly, to a life of misery."

"Master, your slaves, like me, will follow you to the ends of the earth, provided that you let them. There is a saying that Rome was not built in a day and I venture to say that your new Villa Ganymede will take several years to complete, before we a can move to Pompei and enjoy life together in a less moralistic environment. But when we do finally move, I predict that all your slaves, lock stock and barrel, will follow you there. Master, you do not realise what a good man you, in truth are."

That is exactly what happened. And when at noon on August 29th in the year in 79 AD the hitherto, unrecognised volcano, Vesuvius, erupted catastrophically, engulfing Pompei and the surrounding communes in ash, where they were to remain forgotten and buried for over 1600 years, Flavius and Maro along with their household of slaves, were among the thousands of casualties that day. However, Flavius and Maro could not have chosen a more appropriate moment to die if they had planned it. At the precise moment, as the mountain blew its top, Flavius and Maro were engaged in their favourite pastime: copulation. Maro, with his massive phallus deep inside of Flavius, was just about to bring them both to that sensational climax, the simultaneous orgasm which, no matter how often a man experiences it, never fails to please. Maro, poised with his penis rock-hard and totally withdrawn from Flavius’s anus, made his final thrust at the precise moment at which the mountain exploded. Thus, entwined in each other’s arms, they enjoyed their final living moments together as two devoted lovers, in that fleetingly brief state of nirvana which only the climax of sexual intercourse can bring. In a few seconds, they were intoxicated by the wave of poisonous volcanic gas which engulfed the house. Within an hour, the Villa Ganymede and all its inhabitants were dead, buried under several metres of volcanic ash, where, over two millennia later, they still lie undisturbed. The Villa Ganymede was built on the lower slopes of Vesuvius, in a part of the site which still remains to be excavated today. Who knows, when the site is finally fully exposed, the petrified bodies of Flavius and Maro in their final, loving embrace might still be discovered.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Roman Excess - Chapter 10", "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" }