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Derek had arrived there after two weeks of travel, 14 very long days.
He had been caught one morning in the forests on the Rhine while he was scouting with his brother: at a certain point
they had heard some noises coming from the main road and had hidden in the bush. The legionaries had started to
wander around the area, attracted by the noise, and after a while they found him; he had no escape, the Romans were
much more numerous and two Germans alone would not have been able to do anything. Rocky, after having killed one,
was forced to run away chased by the rest and, while he ran away among the beech trees, he followed him with his eyes
hoping that at least he could save himself. Evidently it was so because the legionaries returned empty-handed; after all
he and Rocky had grown up in that forest and knew it like the back of their hands, they knew the position of every hiding
place, stream and slope and Rocky had probably found some effective hiding place. The fact is that he never saw him
again from that day on. Derek tried to resist the Romans, but they were much more numerous than him and, even
though he was decidedly imposing and muscular, they managed to immobilize him in a short time.
They had disarmed him and taken everything he had: the dagger his father had given him, the bow he had
made with his own hands, the quiver and the pendant that was a symbol of his status. Everything that
reminded him of his origins, his village, his family. The only thing they had left him, besides his simple
animal skin clothes, was the jade anklet his mother had given him: fortunately, when they searched him,
they hadn't noticed. The legionaries had then tied his hands behind his back without him putting up much
resistance and had taken him to a camp located near the Rhine. Since they had arrived, a few months
earlier, they had built a bridge to cross the river, however they had left the camp on the western bank and
moved to the other side only for reconnaissance or to fight. Derek knew it well: the Germanic villages in that
area, including his, had come into contact with Roman soldiers often in that period, some clashing, some
forming alliances. His village was one of the closest to thecastrumRoman and had often seen Roman officers
talking to the chief and very often he had also seen the Romans themselves fighting against members of
other clans, but he had never come into direct contact with them. With their horses, their armor and their
spears they were strangers to the forests of the north and they claimed to put all that territory under the
command of their standards. Everyone distrusted them or despised them. Consequently no one he knew
had penetrated so deeply into the camp. Inside it wound the famous roads that were so much talked about:
they came from mysterious places and seemed to never end with their stone-paved floors. In that tangle of
roads also emerged dozens of tents from which Roman legionaries entered and exited and only rarely some
slave women and even more rarely slave men. It was darkly known among the Germans that if a village
resisted it was doomed to destruction: all the buildings were set on fire, adult men died fighting, women
were reduced to slavery and often taken as concubines to the camps. Few were the boys who were reduced
to slavery and he, perhaps fortunately, was one of them.
The soldiers had no consideration for him. He walked with difficulty because his hands were tied behind his back,
and if he slowed down every now and then, the two legionaries escorting him would hit him or insult him in Latin
that he didn't fully understand. He was dragged through the entire camp and noticed that wherever he went the
Romans looked at him curiously; he was quite intrigued too. He had never seen so many Romans without helmets
and only then noticed how different they were from the Germans: they were all dark and with rather bronze skin,
their eyes were dark and they were slightly shorter than the Nordics. After a while the handful of soldiers stopped
in front of a rather large, purple tent placed in the center of the camp. From inside came a warm, enveloping light
along with an inviting smell of cooked meat and right next to the entrance were two soldiers in armor on guard.
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Translated from Italian to English - www.onlinedoctranslator.comthe officer of the maniple approached and spoke to them in a low voice; they nodded silently and opened the tent
behind him. Then he announced the arrival of the officer and the legionaries entered the tent.
“Good evening, Commander,” the officer exclaimed once he entered, and then stood to attention along with the other
soldiers.
The interior of the tent was quite comfortable for a temporary camp, however it was not opulent
and always governed by a certain measure. Despite this, to Derek it seemed majestic compared to
the huts in his village. Sitting at a table was a man in his forties with an angular face and marked by
numerous scars. His gaze was stern and attentive and for a few moments he did not utter a word,
but only looked at those present.
“Good evening,” he said in a deep voice. “Why are you here, Lucio?”
“Commander, we were on reconnaissance a few miles from here and found two wild boys in the
woods armed and ready for an ambush”
“That’s not true, we didn’t mean to…” at those words Derek interrupted him. He and his brother were just there hunting,
they would never attack the Romans.
But he didn't have time to finish his sentence because one of the soldiers punched him in the stomach, knocking the
air out of his lungs. He doubled over, coughing and could only make confused noises.
“So?” asked the commander who had witnessed the scene without batting an eyelid. “Continue.”
“Yes, sir,” he continued, “the other boy managed to escape into the forest, but we caught him. He didn’t have much
on him, just a bow, some arrows, and a dagger. I wanted to ask you what we should do with him.
The commander calmly stood up and approached Derek. He was quite imposing and his eyes were dark and
deep, capable of instilling a certain fear. He was studying the prisoner carefully and seemed to be immersed in
deep consideration. For a minute there was silence in the tent.
“He will leave tomorrow morning for Rome,” he finally declared. “The emperor has requested slaves for the capital and
has expressly said that they must be sent to Augusta Taurinorum within 10 days from every corner of the empire.
There is a caravan leaving tomorrow at dawn.”
“But sir!” Derek tried to protest; his family and his people were there. He couldn’t leave like this. Again
he couldn’t finish his sentence before Officer Lucio kicked him in the knees so hard that he fell to the
ground.
“Don't you dare challenge Commander Aemilius, you filthy barbarian,” the Roman warned him. “The insolence of slaves is not
tolerated in Rome. You would do well to learn discipline.”
Derek meanwhile was trying to get up all in pain, but it was extremely difficult for him having his hands tied
behind his back: obviously no one helped him. When he got up he saw that the commander had gone back to
sitting down to look at some maps and no longer cared about him or the other legionaries. Derek was hastily
made to leave the tent and the soldiers pushed him in a different direction than the one they had arrived in. He
was annoyed by that attitude towards him: they treated him like an animal, an inferior being; they were
presumptuous towards the Germans and it irritated him. They crossed a different area of the camp, this time
with fewer tents and several artisan stations, stables and public buildings. Two soldiers escorted the prisoner to
an even less cared for area with dirt roads and squalid tents and then made him enter a large and low tent.
Derek, once inside, saw that it was full of Germanic boys and they were all sitting on the ground wrapped in the
shadows. He immediately understood the reason for that position: the soldiers forced him to sit down and
chained his hands and feet to chains.stakes fixed to the ground so as not to allow him even to stand up. Then they left, letting the tent fall
back into the darkness.
He was decidedly angry: they had taken everything he had, taken away his freedom and now they were holding him in
squalid conditions to ship him to Rome. He didn't want to leave, he just wanted to go back to his brother and his
parents, but those chains didn't give him many options. He tried for hours to break them or uproot the stakes, but
everything was in vain.
Then he began to talk to the other prisoners and discovered that they had all arrived there in more or less the
same circumstances; some had been taken when their villages were razed, others had been given as war tribute.
Some had been there for several days, others had arrived shortly before Derek. All, however, did not want to stay
there.
They stayed there all night, without food, without much sleep and thinking of possible ways to escape from
there, until the sun began to rise, early in the summer days, and vaguely light up the environment. Soon a
soldier passed by to distribute small rations of bread, cheese and provide water. There was not much to eat,
but everyone was so hungry that they devoured the meal in an instant. After a while they set off.
All the slaves were chained in a row behind a horse on which sat the officer Lucius and they quickly set off
towards the south. The caravan consisted of several slaves, many legionaries, also on foot, donkeys that
carried the loads and horses on which sat the highest ranks of the army. Derek and the other slaves
absolutely had to keep pace with the horse, otherwise they would risk falling, dragged by the chain.
Sometimes it happened that the weakest ones stumbled and the Romans had no mercy: the legionaries
mocked the poor unfortunate and the nearest officer gave him blows with sticks that would have been
enough to make him fall back to the ground. Those scenes made him feel sorry for them, but at the same
time they caused him a certain annoyance: those boys had to fight back or they would not survive. Derek
decided that he would not let those bastards take his dignity: he never complained, he tried not to ever
show tired or hungry, even though he was, and he never showed signs of submission. He did not lower his
gaze or shuffle his feet, nor did he address prayers or supplications to the soldiers.
The journey was quite tiring: the caravan stopped only briefly for lunch and during the night, always in
uncomfortable and squalid places. They were mostly hostels where the soldiers stayed in rooms, while the
prisoners lived with the animals, in uncomfortable and dirty stables. They received little food and were not
allowed to wash or treat their wounds. This made the journey and the long marches exhausting and many arrived
in the evening exhausted. This went on for ten days during which they crossed the Germanic forests and then
crossed the Alps until they reached the Po Valley. The last stage was the most terrible and many advanced only
after numerous lashes; Derek also suffered particularly and felt the tiredness of the previous days weighing on
him. He was hungry and the nights in the mountains had tired him especially because they had not been given
anything to cover themselves with. He was used to long journeys and his father had trained him for long walks,
but he had never traveled in those conditions.
They arrived in Augusta Taurinorum when it was already evening and the sun was setting behind the
mountains. The city was the most majestic thing he had ever seen, like the camp on the Rhine taken to the
extreme: imposing walls, wide paved streets and richly decorated villas. Horse-drawn carts passed by carrying
the most unusual goods and the people had an austere and dignified air. In comparison, his village was the
epitome of sobriety. At that moment he thought he missed home so much, but he knew he would return sooner
or later.
That night was the first night they were able to sleep decently: they were taken to a low, wide brick
building, with few windows and rather run-down, but for the first time they had a stable roof over their
heads and would suffer a little less from the cold. They were obviously chained to the walls, but no one
protested anymore: that evening they all collapsed from exhaustion and slept a dreamless sleep.The next morning the alarm was not at dawn as usual, but a little later, when the sun was higher in the sky,
probably around ten. They did not leave for Rome immediately, but that morning some new and unique dynamics
took place. All the slaves were taken to a large gym in the center of the city where hundreds of other slaves were
already waiting. Before entering, their chains were removed and they were told to undress and Derek was slightly
confused: why did they want them to be naked? Would they get their clothes back later? He tried not to think
about it too much and took off all his clothes leaving them in a small room that served as a changing room. Then
they were led into a huge room and the legionaries were ordered to line up in rows: no one opposed those orders
anymore, they knew the punishments they would face. He did not fear them, but he wanted to avoid getting
beaten up needlessly so it was better to obey for the moment.
Derek found himself in the third row of four and each row must have had about a hundred people next to each
other. Looking around he noticed all those other boys who were there with him: they were all boys, some who
had come from the north with him, others he had never seen, the fact is that they were all naked. The nudity
didn't bother him, when he was in the north he used to go to the lake with his friends to swim and at home there
were no secrets to his brother. He was also proud of his body: at 22 he was decidedly tall and muscular, the result
of hunting and wrestling training since adolescence, and in the village he had always been admired by everyone
for his physique. He also boasted a rather large penis. He noticed several glances from the neighbors who looked
at him fleetingly; it was enough to take a look around to understand why. He had a dick to envy and it was bigger
than practically everyone else he could observe in his row. He was also taller and bigger than most of them and
only about ten people in the whole room could compete with him. However, Derek had never been
presumptuous, even though he knew of his gift he had always remained humble and had never boasted.
He was standing there watching the boys in front of him when suddenly a man dressed in a purple Roman tunic
emerged from the door they had entered. He was accompanied by a group of armored legionaries who held
sharp spears and who would have talked anyone out of making any risky move. The Roman walked slowly past
each row and scrutinized each person carefully: some he would rest his eyes on for only a few seconds, others he
would linger for minutes until he gave his verdict. If you didn't say anything you could stay in your seat, but if you
said yes, a legionary would pick you up and carry you near the exit of the great hall. They stood there for several
hours because the man took his time examining each slave: it was not clear what he was looking for, nor could
you tell from the choices. Derek's turn came rather late, since he was after the middle. The man in the toga looked
him over for a long time from top to bottom and the German was a bit perplexed about it: what did they want
from him? Why did they need to be naked? After many minutes the man said yes and Derek was pushed towards
the exit by a legionnaire. In the end the mysterious selection proved to be very strict: only three, including him,
had passed.
As all the remainder were chased back, he and two other northern boys were led to a small
square outside the building.
“Where are you taking us?” Derek asked suspiciously, but none of the guards deigned to answer him; in fact, his
questions only made them push harder.
There in the square several wagons were waiting for them, completely closed at the back: each of them had the Roman
imperial eagle painted on the back and sides and was pulled by a pair of horses. Accompanying them were also a dozen
Praetorian Guards equipped with horses. From the sight of that scene you would have thought that they were
transporting gold, silk and Indian spices, but instead those wagons would have transported slaves. Derek often thought
about the word “slave”: he was a German, he had always been free and he still longed for those freedoms, the forests
and rivers of his land; however he had been captured by those bastards of the Romans and he did not know how long it
would be before he would be able to see his homeland again or simply be free. He did not want to resign himself to
being just another slave, he was a warrior of the North: he would show them what he was worth.There in the square, meanwhile, he was given a thin piece of cloth to tie around his waist to cover himself and so
he understood that he would never see his clothes again, the only thing that remained of his home besides his
anklet. Then his hands were tied behind his back again and he was thrown into one of the wagons. The interior
was completely dark and empty. The walls and the wooden floor were rough and bare and there were no
openings to the outside. Only a few cracks let in a few slivers of light that, however, did not illuminate the room
enough or allow him to see outside. Derek could not say how long he remained there; the wagon left after a few
minutes for an undefined destination. At first he tried to kick the door in, but to no avail: it was well fixed from the
outside and he only risked hurting himself. He gave up and sat down on the bare and rough wooden floor. He felt
the wagon moving forward, the potholes jolting him and the curves tossing him from side to side. The journey
continued for a time he couldn't quantify, but it was certainly several hours. Every now and then the soldiers
stopped and he heard their voices saying something outside, but I never managed to understand any relevant
information. When they stopped for the night he wanted to get out, at least to stretch his legs, but he wasn't
allowed to.
He was given a crust of bread, some cheese and water, his wrists were untied and he was immediately locked inside to
eat in the dark. He had never been accustomed to sumptuous banquets or excess food, but in those days he was given
the bare minimum and often found himself suffering from hunger.
The same sequence of actions was repeated for three days: in the morning he was given some food, then they left
and Derek had to stay there good and quiet until the evening when, having arrived at some sort of hostel, he was
served dinner. Fortunately he was no longer tied up although he was never allowed to go out. If he had to do his
business he was given a bucket which he then had to return to be emptied.
It could not be said that the journey was comfortable, but it was certainly less tiring than the one to get to Augusta
Taurinorum. The wagons traveled together with the soldiers on horseback for several miles of road and every now and
then he could hear that they passed through small towns, other times the road became steep and impervious, other
times it was flat or he could hear the sound of a river nearby. From a certain point on he also began to hear the noise of
other wagons and horses that were traveling on the same road and many people walking on foot. The route was
increasingly crowded and only at the end did he understand why.
It had been exactly two weeks since he was captured when one morning, instead of serving him the same
usual breakfast, two guards forced him to get out of the wagon. At first the sunlight was blinding because
he was no longer used to it after four days in the dark. Gradually he got used to it and finally he was able to
look around and an astonishing sight appeared before his eyes. Derek could never have imagined so much
majesty all in one place: that had to be the legendary Rome. They had talked about it so much in his village,
everyone imagined what it was like, but no one had ever imagined it could be like this. The three wagons
had stopped in a square paved with dark stone where other guards were waiting for them in addition to the
ones on horseback who accompanied them. Around the square stood immense buildings in brick and
marble that rose up to several meters in height. People came and went out of those buildings, passed by
and observed curiously or continued quickly, busy with their own business. However, they all looked
extremely elegant as they wore their white and purple tunics or their robes of fine fabrics. The side where
they had stopped was occupied by a very large building in red brick with a frescoed portico and three large
doors. On the opposite side, however, was the most beautiful building he had ever seen. Enormous
columns of white marble supported a roof of the same material decorated with carved images depicting
Roman gods. Behind it stood an enormous round dome: he had never seen anything like it in his life, it
seemed a work of the gods.
He didn't have much time to admire it because soon two guards grabbed him by the arms and
dragged him into the brick building.
“Where are you taking me?” Derek tried to ask, struggling as he was dragged roughly.
The two did not deign to answer him and, instead, tightened their grip on his arms. As he entered he
noticed that the building had small windows with thick iron bars that made the interior quite dark.Also inside it was divided into two parts. At first there was a sort of entrance decorated with fighting scenes and
statues; on one side it opened onto a courtyard and on the other onto a dimly lit corridor. Derek was led along
the narrow and cramped corridor that became more and more degraded. It began to look more and more like
a prison.
The two guards stopped at a solid wooden door and threw him in without consideration. Derek
heard the door being locked, but he didn't care. He continued to punch, kick, and shoulder-butt it
for a long time, hoping it would come off its hinges.
“Do you want to explain something to me? Damn!” he shouted between one blow and the next. “What do you want from me, you bastards?”
No one answered. Derek continued for a long time, but finally he was forced to give up: he had been eating very little
for days and he didn't have the energy to continue like this. When he turned to look at the cell where they had locked
him up he had an unexpected surprise. There with him was another boy of about 18-19 years old who was standing
silently on one side of the room watching him.
“Oh, hi,” Derek said surprised. “I didn’t see you. I’m Derek, nice to meet you.”
“Hello,” said the other a little fearfully. “My name is Ace.”
“I hope I didn't scare you too much,” Derek said, sounding a little scared. “It's just that I've been traveling as a
prisoner for several days and I can't take it anymore. I don't understand what they want from me…”
Ace looked at him puzzled and Derek realized that he hadn't reassured him much yet. But he didn't
know how long he would be his cellmate so it was better to make friends with that boy, he had to at
least gain his trust.
“Ace, how long have you been here?”
“I arrived two days ago,” he replied, relaxing a little. “I know as much as you do, though. They took me in Gaul about
twenty days ago and brought me here without telling me anything.”
“I see we’re in the same boat,” Derek joked. “What do we do here?”
“I have no idea,” he replied. “Since I arrived, they have kept me locked up here alone, bringing me only
food twice a day, a bucket for my needs, and a tub to wash myself in. I tried to ask, but the guards
don’t even speak to the slaves. To them, we are filthy barbarians.”
“I noticed this too. They treat us like animals.”
The two sat down facing each other against the walls of the cell and began to chat a little about their lives.
Derek had always been quite outgoing and quickly managed to get Ace to open up a little too. He
discovered that he came from a small town in southern Gaul, near the sea, and that there he helped his
parents in the family pottery shop.
“I can imagine how worried they must be about me,” Ace sighed. “I have a little sister, you know? I really hope she’s
okay…”
“I have a brother too,” said Derek. “He was with me when I was captured, at least he managed to
escape.”
“I miss freedom,” he continued, “And I miss my land, the forests, the rivers, the wind, everything. I can’t think that
I’ll never return.”
“But you can at least hope so. You are strong, you know how to hunt and fight; maybe you can redeem your freedom. I
don’t even have that hope, I can’t do practically anything. As soon as they understand that I’m useless, they’ll get rid of
me.”“Don't say that, Ace,” Derek scolded him harshly. “If you think that way already, you'll never get
anywhere. You have to have some hope to survive.”
“Thanks Derek,” the other replied a little embarrassed, “But after what happened I don't have much left.”
“Then I promise you that I will help you get home,” Derek exclaimed decisively, bringing his right hand to
his chest. “If it were the last thing I do, Germanic's word.”
Ace burst out laughing and thanked him. Both of them felt a little more comforted after those words: they knew at least
they had a friend in this strange world, someone who understood how they felt and who they could trust even if they
had only known each other for a short time. They talked a little more and Derek, after telling Ace about his tortuous
journey from the Rhine to Rome, lost himself in his thoughts.
He imagined for a long time how his mother, his father and his brother Rocky were. What had they thought
when they hadn't seen him come back? Had they looked for him for a long time? How had the clan leader
reacted when he had learned of what had happened? All these questions crowded his tired mind. After a
while he realized that Ace also seemed lost in his thoughts. Actually no... He was looking at something in
front of him. Derek quickly realized what the other boy was looking at. He had sat down with his legs bent
wide open in front of him and hadn't noticed that the piece of fabric that served as his only clothing didn't
cover his groin at all. When he was standing it covered enough, even though it was short, but when he was
sitting he inevitably stood up, showing everything off, especially because he had particularly muscular legs
and buttocks. Ace didn't realize right away that Derek had understood what he was doing and Derek let him
do it also because it didn't bother him at all. He was aware that he had a penis of a decidedly large size and
was used to the stares of others, even if Ace was staring at him with a real intensity. At a certain point he
decided it was time to have some fun.
“Hey Ace,” he joked, “What are you looking at?
Ace looked up abruptly and his face turned purple with embarrassment.
“N-nothing,” he lied through his teeth. He couldn’t believe Derek had caught him in that situation; he had
just made a friend and didn’t want him to think he was a pervert.
“I think I know what you were looking at,” she teased.
With these words he stood up right in front of Ace and, without giving him time to react, he untied the piece of
fabric that he wore around his waist, completely revealing his cock. Ace thought for a moment that he was in
front of a god: Derek had a breathtaking body, he looked like a god of Olympus come down to earth. He had
never seen anything like it: he was at least 1.90 meters tall, definitely taller than him, he had large chests and
defined abs, muscular legs and arms and broad shoulders. But his cock, seen like this, from the front, was
astonishing. Even when flaccid it was at least 12 cm and he had no trouble imagining how big it was when erect.
“N-no, Derek, I swear. I wasn’t looking at your…” Ace tried to justify himself, looking away from the
member dangling in front of him.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, you know?” the other said, half amused, half understanding. “Everyone
can like what they want, and it doesn’t bother me if that thing is me. I’ve been the object of someone’s
desire several times already.”
“Really?” Ace asked hesitantly.
“Of course! In my village I was in demand among both girls and boys and I never denied anyone to
look”As he said this, Derek sat down next to Ace, who shivered slightly at the feeling of the other's warmth
against his own.
“It was different with me,” said the youngest. “It wasn’t looked upon favorably if a man looked at other men, so it
was better to do everything in secret. If you caught the wrong person, you didn’t have a good time.”
“You can rest easy with me,” the German reassured him. “And here in Rome, I heard, there
shouldn’t be any major problems in that regard.”
They sat there in silence for a while, but after a while Derek had a rather bold idea.
“You know, Ace, I’ve been on the road for a few days now and I haven’t had a chance to unwind. Since it’s just
you and me here and we have a lot of time on our hands, how about we have some fun together?”
Ace turned and looked at him in extreme suspense. A proposal like that was the last thing he expected.
“Okay,” said the other a little hesitantly. “Are you really sure?”
“Of course,” he said, smiling.
Without wasting too much time, Derek then stood him up and with quick movements untied the piece of cloth that
was around his waist. Ace couldn't believe that this was happening, that a man like Derek was touching him like
that. Inevitably, by the time he was naked, he was already quite excited and his penis was already hard.
“Not bad, Ace,” Derek commented, looking him up and down.
Ace had a much slimmer physique than his friend, he was quite thin and not too tall, even if he had
quite defined muscles. He was also quite proud of his penis, certainly not huge, but 16 cm when erect.
Derek then approached Ace so that their bodies were almost touching, then he firmly took his hand
and brought it towards his penis. He had been honest earlier: it had been days since he had touched
himself and he desperately needed it. Plus Ace was definitely cute and he couldn't let an opportunity
like that slip away.
“You can touch it if you want”
Ace slowly reached out with Derek's grip and slowly wrapped his fingers around the large flaccid
member. He felt the heat on his palm and the sensation made him shiver with excitement; also, it
was impressive to see how big his cock was. Ace practically couldn't wrap it all up and it wasn't
hard yet. At Derek's invitation he slowly started to move his hand up and down the length that
was slowly starting to harden. Derek also started to become more and more excited: Ace's grip on
his penis, his enchanted gaze and his erect cock were definitely fascinating. As the other one
pumped his member became completely hard and reached a length of 21 cm.
“By Jove, that's huge…” Ace blurted out.
“I know, I'm a little above average,” he said, a little proud and a little embarrassed.
Ace couldn't figure out how he could be so hot. It wasn't just his hot body, it was his mannerisms, his
voice, his gaze; everything about him moved him to the core. Not to mention his penis. It was truly
majestic, accompanied by two equally large balls and fairly short pubic hair. Ace tightened his grip and
began to slightly increase the speed.
“A-ahhh…” Derek moaned “You’re good with your hands…”After saying that sentence Derek pressed himself against him with his whole body. Ace didn't expect anything like that
and remained paralyzed. He felt their penises crushed together between the two of them and he could perceive every
detail of the other's body. His sculpted abs, his imposing chest, his broad shoulders and his strong thighs. Then, a little,
raising his eyes a little higher he met his winking and totally hypnotic gaze. Then he slowly went down on his knees and
positioned himself in front of his hard and dripping penis.
“Gr-hhh… AA-Ahhh” Ace screamed in pleasure as the other ran his tongue along the entire length of his cock.
“Ace, how are you feeling?” he asked.
Derek was really interested in Ace's emotions at that moment, but he couldn't make any sound other than
meaningless moans. The pleasure he felt was beyond compare.
“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he said, almost getting up. “Maybe I overdid it, I went too far.”
“Derek, please… suck it,” Ace finally managed.
“I'll take that as permission to continue,” he said smiling. “If something goes wrong, stop me, okay?”
Without wasting any more time he took the dripping tip of his cock into his mouth and began to suck
vigorously. Ace had never felt anything like it. An intoxicating pleasure flooded him and he shivered all the
way down to his toes. Derek's mouth was wet and warm around his cock and he also had an incredible
ability: he had no trouble taking his entire cock into his mouth and his nose touched Ace's pubic bone. He
moved up and down at a fast pace and with dedication making wet and exciting sounds.
“AAAhh… Y-yes…” Ace moaned almost overwhelmed by the sensation.
Derek looked down at him smugly and as he continued to pump up and down he started using his tongue too. He
ran it all the way along his cock while he held it in his mouth and then, when he pulled it out, he lingered on the tip
playing with his foreskin. Ace had never seen anything like it. The wet sound of Derek's mouth around his cock was
incredibly beautiful and Ace couldn't hear anything else. It felt like the world had disappeared while the other was
sucking him. Derek pumped hard and without hesitation. Every now and then he would go all the way to the
bottom and stay for a few seconds with his shaft in his mouth. Ace felt unimaginable pleasure and leaked copious
amounts of pre-cum. The liquid mixed with saliva in Derek's mouth. Meanwhile Derek ran his massive virile hands
over Ace's hinted abs and then up and over his hips and pecs. Every now and then he would grab his nipples,
teasing and twisting them.
“Mnghh… a-ahhh” the youngest cried with pleasure.
Derek gave his cock one last hard pump, swirling his tongue around the tip before pulling away with a
pop.
“So?” he asked. “How’s it going? Are you liking it?”
“Yes” Ace replied panting “You are amazing Derek”
Derek smiled at the compliment and noticed Ace looking at him with eyes full of desire. His gaze passed over the
defined muscles and always went to the hard penis that stood out between the legs. He immediately knew what
he had to do.
“Do you want to try it too?” he asked.
Ace looked at him for a moment and I felt a moment of surprise. Derek was really paying attention to what he
wanted and it warmed his heart a little. Then Ace felt embarrassment color his cheeks red. Was it that obvious
what he was getting at?“Okay,” he replied, trying to sound confident.
“Okay. Get down,” the older one tried to guide him.
Derek stood up and leaned his back against the cold stone wall and looked at the other boy standing right in
front of him. His look was slightly worried, but also determined and ready to try. Slowly Ace went down and found
himself on his knees in front of Derek with his face in front of his huge cock. He could see it in all its length,
surrounded by a short bush of hair and throbbing with excitement. Also, his nose was intoxicated by a strong
male smell, a mix of sweat and cum that only made his desire increase. Slowly he placed one hand on the
German's muscular thigh and with the other he grabbed his shaft. It was hot and hard and Ace could feel it
pulsing between his fingers. He started to jerk it off, however his goal was different. He wanted to try more.
“Can I try to take it in my mouth?” he asked timidly.
“Yes” replied the other “Go as you feel”
Ace, having received permission, approached and began to suck the tip. It was already quite large and
was enough to flood his mouth with a salty and virile taste. He sucked it greedily, licking the tip and
moving his hand over the rest of the part. In the cell the only audible sounds were the wet sound of
Ace's mouth and Derek's deep panting.
“Ahh…Ace…yeah…keep it up…” the other whispered “You're doing well”
Those words excited him even more and pushed him to try more. He took courage and with determination he
pushed deeper taking almost half of Derek's cock in his mouth. It was huge and that part alone occupied his
entire mouth allowing him to breathe only through his nose. He moved quickly up and down and the other
moaned more and more.
“F-fuck Ace… this is so hot… Your mouth…”
Derek felt Ace's wet mouth around his cock and couldn't think of anything else. The boy was so good
and seeing him down there worshiping his cock was turning him on so much. Ace looked up and saw
Derek looking back at him. Their eyes met and they were lost in each other. They were completely lost
in the moment and dominated by their instincts.
Every time Ace tried to breathe his nostrils were flooded with Derek's musky scent and this
made his cock harder and harder.
“Mrghh…Ahh…Y-Yess ...
Derek increased the pace and soon was moving Ace's head quite fast on his hard shaft. He had rarely
received a blowjob like this and after days of constriction he felt a wonderful sensation, an immense
pleasure rising from his lower abdomen. His goodness was pulsating in the hot, wet mouth of the boy
beneath him and was starting to leak copiously with pre-cum. Ace could feel the salty liquid in his mouth
mixing with his saliva and dripping down his chin. It was an intoxicating taste and he could become
addicted to it.
After a while Derek noticed that Ace was having a really hard time. She was taking his cock without
complaint, but her face was red and he could see that she was fighting her gag reflex.
“Ace, try to go a little slower,” she advised him, pushing him away slightly.
“All right,” the other replied breathlessly.
With those words Ace picked up where he left off, but this time he reached halfway up Derek's
cock and added his tongue as well. He rotated it and ran it all over Derek's length aspumped up and down with her mouth. Meanwhile she took his dripping cock in her hand and started
masturbating with rage. Ace was also extremely horny and desperately wanted to come.
Soon they were both at their limit. Derek felt like he was about to cum and the tension was building inside
him. Finally, after a few more intense thrusts from Ace, he was brought to the edge.
“Ace… I can’t take it anymore…” he exclaimed “I’m c-coming… aahh… MRGHH…”
At those words Ace felt the cock in his mouth pulsate and release numerous jets of sperm. The thick and
hot liquid flooded his mouth as he tried to swallow it. At that sensation he also came, spraying white
liquid on his abdomen.
Derek wasn't holding him back, but he didn't want to hold back: he would swallow as much as he could.
Despite his efforts, however, the other continued to come and Ace couldn't take it anymore. He let go of his
cock while more streams came out. Soon his face was covered in cum and so was most of his chest.
“Ahh…ahh…” Derek gasped. “You shouldn’t have swallowed. There was no need.”
“Sorry,” she said, a little ashamed. “I didn’t know what you wanted. But it was really too much, I couldn’t
swallow it all.”
“Yes, I know. After two weeks without touching me it was inevitable. I see you enjoyed it too” she
said turning her gaze to his softening penis and his face streaked with white liquid.
“Definitely,” the other boy replied embarrassedly. “It was… nice. I’ve never felt anything like that
before.”
“I hope I didn't overdo it, Ace,” he continued, smiling in a friendly manner. “Now we better clean up a bit.”
The two approached a wooden basin in the corner of the cell and quickly washed the dirt off themselves
with a little water. Then they put their miserable rags back around their waists and chatted until evening
came. Ace, in the right company, was quite talkative and both had many things to tell each other about their
hometowns. Finally, after many hours, some Roman guards brought them bread and cheese for dinner
together from a jug of water. They didn't say a word or even look at them in the face, so much did they
despise them.
After eating, Ace and Derek each lay down on their respective straw beds positioned on opposite sides
of the cell and soon both fell asleep, exhausted from the tiring day of travel
Chapter 2: Selection
Summary:
The princeps Goro has to choose wich slave he will welcome in his imperial house. He organize, in order to to this selections. some erotic and esplicit games. Derek with be exposed, naked, to the Romans, but will he convince the emperor to choose him?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The next day, at dawn, two more guards burst into the small, dark cell lit only by a torch. They took away the jug
from the night before and left another identical one, but full. Breakfast was the same as the night before: bread
and cheese. In addition, that morning there was also an apple each. Before leaving, one of the two soldiers
looked them over coldly.
“Hurry up, we start in half an hour,” he said in a stern, authoritative tone.
Then, without saying anything else, he left, slamming the door behind him. The two remained silent for a while,
shocked by this sudden information.
“What’s starting?” Ace asked with a hint of concern in his voice. “What do they want us to do?”
“I have no idea,” Derek replied suspiciously. “I heard that some slaves are used as “gladiators” here in Rome, but
I don’t know what that means.”
Ace had also often heard of "gladiators" in Gaul, but he had never been able to understand what they were. In
his village, it was said that many had been captured by Caesar and brought to the city as slaves and none of
them had ever been seen again.
“Let's not panic though,” Derek tries to reassure him. “Let's cover our backs and nothing will
happen to us.”
“You're right,” Ace said, somewhat reassured. “So far, everything's gone pretty well.”
They continued to speculate as they ate the little food they had and waited anxiously for the
guards to return. Ace paced around the room without stopping for a second, while Derek stared
intently at the wooden door as if expecting someone to come in at any moment.
More than an hour had passed when four Roman soldiers entered the cell; they were the two from before
accompanied by two others in the same uniform.
“Stand up!” one of them shouted.
Ace and Derek stood up without resistance and were immediately grabbed by the arms of two guards each.
Without any gentleness they were thrown out of the cell and led down the same corridor they had come down
the day before. Through a dense maze of dark and cold corridors they soon found themselves in a large, rather
crowded stone room with a large arched opening on one side. Derek saw that the door led to a large courtyard,
but he couldn't make out who was there. When he looked around, Ace had disappeared into the crowd of people.
No matter how much he looked around he couldn't find him.
Meanwhile the guards tore off the only piece of clothing he had, leaving him as exposed as the day he was
born.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Derek exclaimed, trying to cover his crotch as best he could.
“Look at him,” one of the two said mockingly. “He’s trying to cover himself up, as if he still had any dignity.”
The other laughed and then took a leather rope from a chest. While holding him down they tied Derek's
hands in front of them by twisting the rope several times and securing it with a strong knot. The boy was
strong and was trying to tear the rope, but it wouldn't loosen an inch.
As he continued to pull in an attempt to free himself, he noticed that around him, among the guards, there were
several other boys. All were naked and also with their hands tied in front. They must have been slaves from all over the
empire, a mix of ethnicities with the most diverse features gathered in one place. Who knows what they intended to do
with all those slaves.
Translated from Italian to English - www.onlinedoctranslator.comAfter a short while, an army officer arrived in the room and positioned himself exactly in front of the exit.
“Soldiers,” he shouted, “The show is beginning. Bring out the slaves.”
“Yes sir, sir,” dozens of soldiers replied in unison.
At those words, the guards, two by two, took the prisoners by the arms and led them towards the exit. When
Derek came out the sunlight was blinding, after a day in that dark cell the rays of the sun were brighter than
ever. It took a while for his eyes to adjust and only then did he understand where he was. They had just led
him into a huge arena. Everywhere, above and around them, stretched majestic white marble steps on
which sat hundreds, if not thousands, of Roman citizens. The crowd cheered when they saw them enter,
people shouting and applauding as the slaves filed into the arena.
Derek was red with embarrassment, all those people could see him naked without him even having the chance to cover
himself. From the expressions of the others he could tell that more or less everyone felt the same emotions. As they led
him across the dirt clearing he also glimpsed Ace several meters in front of him, but he couldn't say anything to him.
The arena was empty except for about twenty wooden poles arranged in a circle. Each pair of guards took their slave
and led him to one of the poles. Once there, they raised Derek's wrists and attached them to a hook located at the top
of the pole so that he was facing the audience. He was forced to stand there, unable to cover himself or run away while
everyone stared at him. He saw people laughing, pointing at him and exclaiming things he couldn't understand
because of the distance. Turning left and right, he saw that all the other boys were in the same situation, exposed
without clothes to the Roman public. The guards, meanwhile, had positioned themselves around them just below the
stands, ready to intervene if necessary. Derek saw one of those who had tied him there laughing while shouting
obscene phrases at him.
More and more people were gathering in the stands. As Derek looked to the right, he noticed that there was an
area of the stands reserved for a few individuals. The crowd there thinned out, leaving room for a few seats
placed under a red cloth tent. There sat a few elegant and refined men and women who did not squirm like the
others, but spoke politely among themselves. All the men wore white togas, while the women wore magnificent
dresses of the same color. In the center of their seats was a majestic throne of gold and ivory, but at that moment
it was empty.
After a while, from a door opposite the one they had entered, a rather short and thin man, also wearing a white
tunic, arrived in the arena. With a quick step he moved to the center of the arena and began to speak using a
strange conical instrument.
“Good morning, all citizens of the City,” he exclaimed, his amplified voice carrying through the
dusty air.
The crowd went wild. An ovation of shouts and cries filled the stands for nearly a minute, and the speaker
was evidently pleased. He proudly accepted all the applause from the spectators.
“I am Lucius Claudius Plinius and I welcome you to this show,” he continued. “Many of you will
be wondering why we are here today. Well, our princeps has called the games on this day to
show you wonderful things.”
The excitement of those people was tangible in the air, everyone was curious and hanging on the
presenter's every word. It must also be said that the latter was a great entertainer.
“Here before you,” he continued, “you have the most beautiful slaves in the entire Roman Empire. They come here from the
most remote places: from deepest Africa to the lands beyond the Elbe, from Iberia where the Sola sets to Asia where it rises.
Behold.”Derek felt even more watched than before. Everyone was staring at them as if they wanted to
eat them with their eyes, even the aristocrats under the tent seemed interesting.
“On this day the princeps will choose which ones will be welcomed into the palace and which ones not, which ones will be rewarded and
which ones will be punished”
Another roar of cheers erupted in the arena. The spectators were growing more agitated and impatient.
“Then let us not wait any longer,” he said, putting more and more emphasis on his words. “Here is Princes Goro.”
Shouts and applause rose from the stands, and from the same gate through which Lucius had entered, another man
also arrived. The crowd welcomed him as a hero, there was no doubt: it was the emperor. A man of about forty, tall and
imposing and with all his hair already gray. He also wore a white toga, distinguished by a purple band, and on his head
stood out a crown of golden leaves. His facial features were severe and hard, yet he smiled benevolently at the delirious
crowd.
“Hello everyone, citizens,” he declared. “It is a pleasure to see you all here today.”
He solemnly walked to the center of the arena next to Lucio with two guards in tow. He shook hands with the
announcer and then turned back to the audience.
“We are here on this day of celebration for the Empire to celebrate the Midsummer Rites in honor of the
great god Apollo, lord of the arts and beauty,” he spoke in a deep, solemn voice. “So I thought: why not, on
this most glorious occasion, celebrate the power of Rome? And what better way than to show what the
Empire has to offer to you who rule this realm?”
The audience was in raptures. Everyone applauded and stood up enthusiastically, at that moment no one looked at
the slaves anymore: they had eyes only for the emperor.
“I have brought here all the best that the Empire had to offer and I truly hope that you enjoy the show. For now I do
not want to keep you waiting any longer, I imagine that you are anxious. Let's start right away with the selection”
Goro and Lucio then moved from the center towards the circle of boys, always followed by the two Roman
guards.
“You know Goro, I had already glimpsed someone interesting earlier as I was coming in and I think we can
start with him” Lucio suggested as they approached the boy next to Derek.
Derek could hear the voices of the two men approaching clearly, but no matter how much he turned around he
couldn’t see them in the face. The boy tied to the post next to his was about ten meters away and only when the
two reached it did the German see them clearly again. The two Romans positioned themselves on either side of
the boy and the guards remained a little further back.
“So what do we have here?” the host jokingly said, looking at the boy. “What’s your name and where
are you from?”
“My name is Yuuto,” he replied serenely, “and I come from Persia.”
“From Persia?” Lucius asked in amazement. “Did you hear, friends? We have a slave from the Far East!”
The crowd laughed and applauded enthusiastically and Derek didn't immediately understand the reason for their reaction.
“I see what you are looking at,” he continued, laughing. “This pervert has an erection that stands out between
his legs. He is obviously an exhibitionist.”“You like being naked in front of all these people, huh?” she then teased him.
Yuuto didn't answer and didn't seem particularly bothered by the situation. Derek hadn't noticed
he was hard, but after the host said so it was obvious. He didn't have a particularly long penis,
but it stood erect and slightly curved.
“He doesn't answer,” said Lucio, a little disappointed. “An impertinent young man.”
At that point he slapped Yuuto's penis. The boy, taken by surprise, let out a moan mixed with
pleasure and pain that seemed to satisfy Lucio.
“We finally get an answer,” he said. “It seems you don’t mind being exposed at all. So, princeps,
what do we want to do with the young Persian?”
Goro looked him over for a moment and took his time to observe him carefully. His eyes were fixed
on the boy and his face was marked by a look of doubt.
“I want to start off on the right foot today,” he finally exclaimed. “I’ve decided that since he’s the first, he’ll be accepted.”
The audience burst into thunderous applause at those words and Lucio encouraged them even more.
“Good,” he exulted, “Look at the great generosity of our princeps. This miserable slave will be
hosted in the palace and there he will have a new chance, a new life. This is our spirit, this is the
spirit of Rome.”
After further celebrations from the spectators, two of the soldiers who had accompanied them detached
Yuuto from the pole he was tied to and took him by the arms and led him back to the prison. Then Lucio and
Goro walked towards the next slave and it happened that Derek was on the pole next to him. He tried not to
show it, but in his stomach there was a ball of anxiety and slight trepidation. He had forced himself not to be
ashamed until that moment, he had no reason to be. He was aware of the admiration for his body and he
had to accept it with pride. But at that moment the emperor of Rome was coming towards him and he didn't
really know how to react. The two men arrived next to him, followed by the usual guards.
“Behold, citizens of Rome,” Lucius shouted to the stands. “This is what I meant when I said the best of the
entire Empire. Look at this magnificent body, this splendid mountain of muscle, this physique worthy of
Mars.”
The presenter, while speaking, placed a hand on his chest and began to rub his pecs
nonchalantly.
“What is your name and where are you from?” he asked.
“My name is Derek and I come from the Northlands,” he replied loudly and confidently.
“Here you are, gentlemen,” he exclaimed. “A giant of the North. A man tempered by the cold and the wild forests, a child of
the woods and the beasts. Two meters of brute strength and charm, don’t you think?”
The crowd was more enthusiastic than ever. Many stood up and threw food and flowers into the
arena to show their approval.
“And then look what looms between the legs: a sea monster of the kind that only populate the Baltic
Sea”
Lucio ran his hands over his abs and then took his penis and exposed it to the public. It was strange for Derek to be
touched like that, without permission and in front of everyone, but the situation was about to excite him.“My princeps Goro, what do you think?”
The princeps watched him carefully, clearly focusing on his cock. His gaze seemed satisfied at the
same time, but hid a hint of doubt. Derek held his gaze proudly; he had decided that he would
not bow to the Romans, nothing could undermine his dignity.
"I must say that this is exactly the kind of slave I was looking for: strength and virtue. Before welcoming him to the
palace, however, I would like to see the true size of his penis, you know, it is not every day that you see things like this
and especially now we have the opportunity to show it to all of you too"
Derek gasped: what was the princeps going to do? It wasn’t enough, being exposed to the people of Rome in
those conditions, in slavery. Did he want to humiliate him further? He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing
him scared, though. The people were trembling and everyone was looking at him, including the other slaves tied
to the poles next to him.
“You may begin,” Goro told the guards.
The two Roman soldiers, both very young, approached Derek and diligently began their work. The first one
brought his hands to his chest and without hesitation began to rub his sensitive nipples. He took them between
his index finger and thumb, pinching them forcefully. The boy from the North felt small pangs of pain running
through his body alternating with brief moments of respite and, even if he tried to remain impassive, his face
showed grimaces of annoyance. The other soldier, a little more hesitant, reached out with his right hand and took
Derek's large penis. He seemed slightly disconcerted by its size and evidently he had not chosen to do that job. He
slowly began to pump it up and down.
Derek tried to resist, but it was inevitable that he felt excited: the warm hand of that boy on his cock
sent waves of pleasure up his spine. Moreover, his nipples had hardened rapidly and the pain he felt
before was quickly transforming into a pleasant sensation. His penis, at last, stood hard in the
soldier's hand and in front of thousands of spectators who wanted more and more. At that point the
princeps gave the order to stop.
“Here,” Lucio said, addressing the audience, “More than 20 centimeters of pure manhood. I advise men to
be careful because after today their wives will all want to go with him and will only think about this big
piece of meat.”
Derek saw the men laughing and the women recoiling red in shame. In the small tent in the center, the noble
patricians laughed and joked among themselves, pointing at him and mocking him. Derek could swear that some
of them were even masturbating at the sight of him from under their white robes. Meanwhile, the princeps
looked at him satisfied, it seemed that he had finally reached his goal and Derek hated that expression on his
face. It irritated him terribly.
“What are we supposed to do now, friends?” asked the host after the crowd had calmed down.
At those words, men and women began to scream and soon the arena was filled with a chorus of voices in
unison. They were all shouting together, “Make him come.” Derek was stunned for a moment: they really
wanted it. Did they really want to see him cum? Suddenly it seemed to him that the ropes binding his wrists
had become tighter and his legs gave way slightly. The situation was getting worse and worse, but his
penis was still hard. In fact, hearing that chorus, it swayed slightly, eliciting a laugh from the emperor.
“All right! You’ll get what you want,” Lucio concluded.
“Continue,” Goro then added, turning to the two guards who had moved a little further back.The two boys returned to their positions, but this time more charged. The soldier who had previously squeezed
their nipples began to twist them forcefully and pull them lightly. Derek felt inevitably stimulated, he tried to resist, but the sensation was too intoxicating. Shivers of pleasure and pain ran through all his muscles and finally
he could no longer hold back his moans.
“Ahh…Grh-hh…” she moaned at a particularly intense squeeze.
“We finally get this Northern bear to say something,” Lucio exclaimed, hearing him moan.
Goro laughed with satisfaction and then ordered the other guard to continue his work. The boy took his hard cock
in his hand again and started to masturbate him with even more force than before. He wrapped his whole hand
around his length and held it in a tight grip. He didn't go particularly fast, but he reached the bottom and then
went back insistently. The German tried to resist, but the pleasure was intoxicating: those two were quite skilled
and knew what they were doing. They had a concentrated expression and were absorbed in their activity. Derek,
meanwhile, was quivering with excitement and noticed, after a while, that his penis had started to separate drops
of pre-cum.
At that sight the boy who was sawing him stopped and pulled back his foreskin exposing his red glans. Then
with his left hand he began to rub it spreading the abundant liquid over the entire surface.
“AAhh… Mmhhh… Please…” Derek moaned desperately.
He had never felt anything like this in his life. No one had ever pounced on that part of him that he
didn't know was so sensitive. The red tip of his goodness rubbed against the palm of his hand, flooding
his mind and body with a surreal pleasure. As a result, the pre-cum produced increased and this made
the rubbing even more pleasurable: a vicious circle of pure pleasure.
All this combined with the constant work on his hard nipples was driving him crazy. He tried to hold back, but he felt more and
more that he was about to explode. The soldier who was masturbating him gave him two or three more strokes bringing him to
his limit.
“AAHH… I’m com-” he couldn’t finish the sentence, now on the verge of coming.
Jets of thick white sperm shot out of his throbbing cock and the soldier quickly gathered them up with his hands.
There was a lot of liquid and Derek continued to shoot it for quite a while. After all, the treatment he had received
had its consequences. Derek panted and moaned as his seed accumulated abundantly in the Roman's hands, but
he didn't pay much attention to it: at that moment he was overwhelmed by something else.
Once he was done he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t say it was bad, but he was glad the show was
over. He was wrong, there was still one thing missing. The guard who had collected his seed stood up and
without warning poured it on his face. Derek, unexpectedly, felt the warm, thick liquid dripping onto his face
and he immediately closed his mouth. He couldn’t help but let some of it end up on his tongue, flooding his
mouth with an intense salty taste. He was definitely producing more semen than average and so he found
himself with his face completely smeared with the white liquid. He felt it run down his face and fall onto his
chest and abs. Even knowing it was his own sperm, he risked getting excited again.
“We have succeeded in subduing the mighty Germanic warrior, Romans,” Lucius exclaimed.
At that moment everyone could see Derek covered in his own cum, with his cock limp between his legs
and completely exhausted from the treatment he had received. They cheered and applauded satisfied by
the spectacle.
At that point, finally, the announcer decided to move on to the next prisoner and the princeps ordered two other
guards to take the German away. The two Roman soldiers took his hands off the hook and at that moment Derek
felt himself almost falling. After standing for almost an hour his legs were giving way andHis bare feet on the ground hurt him. The soldiers had no mercy and pushed him forcefully to get
him back into the prison.
“So Barbaro, we saw that you enjoyed being exposed in front of Rome,” one of them mocked him.
“You are truly animals, you follow only your instincts and you have no sign of civilization,” continued the other.
The two continued to tease him as they led him back inside. Once they reached the dimly lit room they
began talking to the two guards who had escorted Yuuto to get some information on what to do.
Derek couldn't understand what they were saying, but at the end of the conversation he was grabbed
and led down a corridor on the right. They walked quickly all the way down to the hall he had entered
the day before. He was led out the large door and, still naked and dirty, was made to get on a closed
cart. He was pushed inside and heard it being locked.
The cart immediately set off through winding and noisy streets. Outside he could hear the noise of the city
at midday: children playing, women going shopping and men going about their business. The further the
journey went on the more the noises he heard changed. The sounds of ordinary citizens were replaced by
the chatter of high-ranking matrons and the public orations of famous teachers. The streets became steep
and the atmosphere became strangely silent. After about an hour of travel on those impervious and
winding streets, ups and downs the cart finally stopped.
When the door opened, there were no longer the two soldiers from before, but two other soldiers in silver armor
who carried a long spear in their right hand. Unlike the previous ones, they did not grab him by the arms, nor did
they insult him maliciously, but they ordered him in a stern tone to get off. They seemed much more professional
and also much more well-groomed. As soon as he got off, he found before him a spectacle that was nothing short
of majestic. He was on top of a hill that towered over Rome. At his feet, the entire Eternal City, with its temples
and Forums. But the even more amazing thing was on top of a hill: a wonderful villa entirely of white marble.
Dozens of columns adorned the garden in which plants from all over the known world sprouted. The facade
extended over a single floor and was over a hundred meters wide. Dozens of windows and several doors opened
inward and many people came in and out, busy with their tasks. Furthermore, silver guards were stationed
everywhere, carefully monitoring the villa.
“You have just arrived at the princeps’ villa,” a guard told him as they escorted him through the gardens. “He has chosen you as a
court slave, so from today on you will belong to him. You will carry out his every order without asking questions and without
rebelling, under penalty of very severe punishment.”
Derek nodded and continued walking. They walked for a long time until they reached the end of that
magnificent expanse of marble. Further on, connected to the house on the right side, was a small building of
rough stone, three stories high, but still lower than the main villa.
“This is the slaves’ abode. Except by specific order of the princeps or his family member, you may not
leave here. Inside you will find everything you need and you will also be assigned a room.”
They led him in through a small wooden door and he found himself in a dark, cramped space. The ceiling
was low, the floor was dirty, and everything seemed to be in terrible condition. The area you entered was
obviously a communal space, but everyone must have been busy at the time because there were only two
people sitting in the corner. They quickly crossed the room and took the stairs to the upper floors. They
climbed the three floors until they stopped in front of a small, dark wooden door. A guard opened it and
motioned for him to enter.
“This is your room. It has everything you need for now. Don't go out, we'll pick you up later to give
you more information”
He didn't even have time to finish his sentence and the two were already gone, closing the door with a dull thud.
How long would he have to stay there? He decided not to think about it for now, he finally had amoment of peace and he would enjoy it. The room was quite simple: two beds, a chamber pot, a basin full of
water and a window that looked out onto the outside. It was obviously a double room given the presence of the
two beds. They were finally real beds, not sacks full of straw. On both there was a loaf of bread and a piece of
cloth to tie around his waist. He devoured the bread right away without thinking twice; he hadn't noticed, but his
hunger had begun to intensify. Once he had finished lunch he also used the water to clean himself thoroughly
and then put on the only piece of clothing he was allowed. He would have liked to eat the bread on the other bed
too, but he decided it was better to leave it there: the next person to arrive would probably be hungry too.
Once all the essentials were done, he could finally rest. He threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes.
Inevitably he found himself thinking: he didn't know what they wanted from him in that place, but the princeps
had chosen him as his slave so he should consider himself lucky. He would never return to that arena, at least,
and maybe he wouldn't live too badly there. In the meantime he could also work out a way to escape. So,
absorbed in his thoughts, he found himself taken to sleep and dreaming of his village in the North.
Derek slept for most of the afternoon: he hadn't experienced that comfort for weeks and, once he finally
found it, he took advantage of it to get back into shape. It was a peaceful sleep, full of equally peaceful
dreams and it lasted until sunset. When he woke up he saw that outside his window the sun was already
setting and he looked out to see the view. The opening didn't look out to the front, but to the back, another
garden decorated with ornamental plants and marble statues. A small river ran through the middle and a
little further on it flowed into a shallow lake. That landscape, illuminated by the red light of the setting sun,
was beautiful, comparable to the beauty of the immense Nordic forests. Derek longed to go out and
immerse himself in nature again, but he decided that for the moment it was better to stay there. They had
ordered him to stay in his room and they could arrive at any moment to check on him or they could surprise
him in the gardens.
He was right to stay in the room because about half an hour later a guard returned to his door. He knocked, but
did not wait for an answer before entering.
“The princeps awaits you in the Dining Hall, come with me” he said in a flat, stern voice.
He didn't have time to think about it because the guard didn't even wait half a second and immediately left the
room. Derek hurried to follow him and quickly went down the stairs. Unlike when he had arrived, now on the
ground floor there were several other boys busy with various activities: some cooking behind a counter, others
playing with each other sitting around a table and some tidying up and cleaning. He looked around for Ace, but he
wasn't there. He wondered where he was: had they sent him to the imperial villa too or had he kept him in the
arena? Many, when they saw him pass, turned and looked at him in confusion, not understanding who he was.
Derek continued to follow the guard who at this point had exited from a door of the slave house that led to the
garden behind the house. The beautiful garden was filled with scents and sounds that inspired a superhuman
calm, but he didn't have time to enjoy them. They took a path and shortly after they re-entered the main house
from the back door.
The view that opened before his eyes was breathtaking. Beyond that small door extended a large square room
with an opening in the ceiling. Directly below there was a large pool a few dozen centimeters deep entirely
decorated with mosaics in shades of blue. These then extended across the entire floor of the room. The walls were
embellished with magnificent frescoes depicting marine deities and were punctuated by white marble columns.
There were no torches and the light entered only from above giving a sense of unique majesty to the
environment. They passed around the pool and entered a door on the right that gave onto a narrow corridor.
They passed in front of several rooms decorated in the most varied ways and where Derek glimpsed women and
men of high rank intent on entertaining each other.
Finally they arrived in a rather majestic rectangular room with two large double metal doors. The first was
open and looked out onto the garden in front of the house, more or less at the height where the cart had
stopped that morning. The second was closed and guarded by two guards in silver armor. The rest of the
room was rather bare. There was no furniture, the floor was all white marble and thefrescoes on the walls depicted male deities with a powerful and austere air. The closed door,
strangely, depicted a beautiful goddess at whose feet lay a she-wolf with two children. The guard
had Derek stand in front of the door and knocked vigorously. The door opened.
“Come in,” he said. “He doesn’t like to wait.”
Derek walked slowly into the room and witnessed an unimaginable sight. He entered a large round room
paved with a rich mosaic of gold and purple tiles depicting an eagle. The walls were also entirely frescoed,
but they did not depict people, rather splendid woods and pleasant gardens interspersed with pilasters of
white marble with details in gold, silver and ivory. The ceiling, however, was the most amazing thing: a huge
dome with a hole in the center completely painted in blue with the constellations of the night sky in the
month of May. The room as a whole was not particularly bright, but the numerous torches placed on the
walls made up for it. In the center, then, there was an immense throne raised and completely covered in
gold. On it sat the princeps Goro.
Derek, as soon as he saw him, had the instinct to bow, but decided he wouldn't. They would have to
force him.
“Fearless,” the emperor commented. “Not even a gesture of reverence to your master. I could have you
whipped for such an outrage.”
A shiver ran down the German's spine, but he remained straight, looking the princeps straight in the eyes.
“The others all bowed, you know?” he then said. “Who do you think you are?”
He stood up. With long, slow strides he reached him and stood directly in front of him, a half meter away.
Incredibly, he was taller than him and even had more muscles; there was no way he could knock him out.
He could feel his calm, deep breathing and tolerate his intense gaze. After a few moments, still with the
same pace, he circled around him, scrutinizing him carefully, and then returned to sit on the throne.
“I don’t know if I like this impertinence of yours,” he continued, “I still have to understand… In the meantime, you must be
wondering why all this happened: why were you brought to Rome? Why are you in the Domus Argenteam in the presence of
the princeps at this moment? Soon you will have an answer to everything, Derek. That’s your name, right?”
“Yes,” he replied coldly and dryly.
“You are not a man of many words. I will get over it, I have no use for you to talk about. You are here because I am
organizing a grandiose project: the Ludi Libidinorum. They will be games remembered forever in the history of the
Empire and of Rome itself. And you will be one of the spearheads, the main attraction”
Derek didn't understand what he meant, he didn't understand what those words meant. The princeps
evidently saw the confused expression on your face.
“I know your barbarian brain cannot understand the great plans of Rome, so I will explain it to you in simpler
words. I am organizing the most incredible harem ever seen and to do so I have gathered in Rome the most
beautiful men in the entire Empire”
Derek was shocked: the emperor spoke with extreme calm and lightness, while telling him that he had been
brought there to… have sex. He had been deprived of his freedom for the game of a perverted Roman. He
could hardly believe it. His heart beat faster, anger flooded his mind. Goro did not give in to passions much,
he spoke with a firm tone and only on rare occasions could a hint of enthusiasm be perceived.
“I am sure that you will be a great member of my harem and I will soon have proof of it. I have spoken to all the others,
but no one has convinced me like you have. You, Derek, will be the center of the Ludi Libidinorum. For nowI don’t have much else to add, but I wanted to inform you all personally. You will have the opportunity to clarify all your
doubts with the Artemises Guards that you have already met. They will explain everything to you. For now, you can go”
Without saying a word, without even nodding, he turned and walked out of the throne room. He didn't know
what to say, he was shocked. The guard who had accompanied him was still waiting outside. When he saw him
leave, he told him to follow him. They didn't return to the previous building, but took a corridor that soon took
them to the back garden on the opposite side of the slaves' residence. They took a small paved road that ran
alongside the villa and headed west. Meanwhile, the man began to explain to him the rules that were in force in
that place.
“You must always follow the orders of the guards and all free men you see inside the domus. Unless specifically
ordered, you may not enter or wander in the gardens; you must remain in the residence for “special” slaves. For
any questions, ask only the guards, never the free citizens. You may not possess any other clothes than those you
are wearing. Each morning you will be given orders for the day. Any infraction of the rules will be severely
punished.”
He continued with another dozen useless rules until they reached a small brick house whose
windows were lit by the fire inside. It was much nicer than the one he had stayed in that day
and seemed more comfortable, too: he was somewhat reassured.
“From today you will live here,” the guard told him before leading him inside.
There was no one in the front room, which served as a kitchen. She allowed him to take a piece of bread,
some cheese, and some water that were on the table that would later be his dinner. Then she pointed to a
door, telling him that this was his room. Derek, at that moment, just wanted to go to sleep and hope that
when he woke up he would find out that it had all been a dream. However, when he opened the door, he
found an unexpected presence: sitting on a bed was Ace.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: Rehearsal
Summary:
It's the first day for Derek at the Emperor's Palace and now he has to learn with Jacques the new role that he has to occupy. First of all Jacques need to see how Derek is good at sex and Lloyd will be his first partner.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Derek spent several hours awake that evening. He sat on his bed across from Ace's and Ace began to tell him
about his day. Ace had been subjected to the same treatment, exposed to the public of Rome and subjected to the
humiliating ceremony. The guards had tied him naked and then the announcer had come to examine him along
with the emperor. The public was against his selection, everyone complained and chanted disapprovingly.
However, the princeps had said that he had big plans and he needed slaves of that kind too. He hadn't understood
exactly what he meant, but the fact was that afterward he had been escorted out by the guards and had waited
for over an hour in the prison with the other slaves. Gradually, more and more boys were brought there, while
others were removed from the arena after being rejected. In the end, there were more than a dozen of them
gathered there, in silence and in the dark with the constant threat of the guards. From what he had heard, only a
few, including Derek, had had the opportunity to be taken early to the imperial domus to meet the princeps. He
had noticed a few boys in particular and wanted to talk to them privately. Derek immediately understood why: as
he had told him before, they were the jewel in the crown of his lustful and perverse games.
The remaining prisoners had been taken directly to the designated residence. Ace told him that it was not
bad for a place where slaves were, they were treated quite well. He had met all the others in the afternoon
and then the general rules of the place had been explained to him. Then everyone, after the decent
dinner, had been sent to sleep by the Artemises Guards, but Ace had not been able to fall asleep: he had
not seen Derek since that morning and he feared something bad might have happened to him. The
German was definitely impressed: it was heartening to know that even in that situation a sincere and
authentic human relationship had formed. He also cared about Ace and had thought about his situation all
day.
Finally Ace explained to him that a boy named Jacques, a freedman of the emperor, had also stopped by,
warning them that tomorrow morning the preparations would begin and they would pick them up by the
third hour of the morning. Derek didn't know what to think, the situation seemed surreal, but he decided
not to confide in Ace. He had to stay strong, show himself as a guide, not create even more doubts in that
boy who was already afraid. He told him briefly about the conversation he had had with the princeps, not
dwelling on the details, and then they agreed that it was best to go to sleep. The day had been decidedly
exhausting and the next one didn't look much better. They each headed to their beds, more comfortable
than the beds of the night before, and in a few minutes they were fast asleep. Derek slept a black and
dreamless sleep, strangely not disturbed by the recurring thoughts of the last two weeks.
The next morning, Ace and Derek woke up when the sun had just risen. The younger one had figured out the day
before that dawn was the second hour, so they would have about an hour to have breakfast and prepare for the
day's activities. They went downstairs, still wearing their only clothing, and headed to the common room. It was
currently bustling with people: several people were sitting at the four tables arranged in the room and others
were near the kitchen filling their plates. The two of them walked over to the counter with the food and grabbed a
plate to fill it. Derek noticed that there were several delicacies, not special, but things he hadn't seen since he was
in Germany. He quickly grabbed some bread, yogurt, and cheese. Ace grabbed some food as well, and then they
sat down together at a table where three other trustworthy-looking boys were sitting.
“Hi,” Derek greeted, sitting down next to a rather short boy with orange hair who looked to be
around 18.
“Hi Ace,” replied the one sitting to his right. “I didn’t see you here last night. Are you new?”
The boy with bronze skin and green hair looked at him confused.
“No no, it's just that last night I was called by the princeps and I stayed inside the villa”
Translated from Italian to English - www.onlinedoctranslator.com“Oh okay. I'm Aiden, nice to meet you” he said holding out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, my name is Derek.”
“I'm Hiro,” the boy sitting next to him introduced himself.
“And I'm Natsumi,” said the other, sitting on the opposite side of the table.
After Ace and Derek sat down, the three began to eat and chat about this and that.
“So you two knew each other before you got here?” Aiden asked after a moment.
“No no,” Derek replied. “But they put us in a cell together while we waited for the selections.”
“I understand,” said the other. “I already asked Ace yesterday, but where are you from?”
“From the lands beyond the Rhine and the Danube. I arrived a few days ago after two weeks of travel. The
soldiers took me while I was hunting near the village”
“What shit these Romans are,” Aiden commented. “I, on the other hand, come from Egypt, but I am the son of
slaves so I have never known freedom. I was chosen by an ambassador and brought here to Rome for
yesterday’s selections. Luckily I am used to this type of thing, there in Alexandria I used to do certain services
for the governor.”
The boy, about 25 years old, laughed and joked without giving it much thought. Derek was extremely impressed
by how light-hearted he was taking the situation and admired him for it. Maybe he should have done the same.
“And you?” he asked the other two.
“I come from the Iberian Peninsula,” said Hiro.
“I'm from Gaul,” added Natsumi.
Ace then explained to him that they came from two very different Gaul tribes and had never met.
“You said before that you went inside the palace, right?” Hiro asked.
“Yes, yesterday the Artemises guards took me there to speak with the princeps”
“Really?” exclaimed the young man. “And how is it?”
“The villa is majestic,” Derek replied. “The most luxurious place I have ever seen: gold and paintings everywhere, marble,
statues and all kinds of precious objects.”
“Wow, that's wonderful,” Natsumi commented.
“Yes, definitely. But Goro is scary, he’s always stern and tries to intimidate you. Honestly, his
plans don’t convince me. I don’t intend to give in so easily.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter to me,” Aiden commented distractedly. “From what that freedman explained to us yesterday,
it seems like fun. I’ll try to enjoy this experience as much as possible. Despite everything, we’re in Rome in the
Domus Argenteam, the most sought-after place in Rome. Think about the position we’re holding!”
Everyone looked at him in shock, but the Egyptian slave didn't notice the shock he had caused. While they
were there talking among themselves about what had happened the day before, just as Aiden was about to
tell them what the guards had done to him, two soldiers in armor burst into the room and ordered
everyone to tidy up and leave as quickly as possible. The boys quickly put down their plates and then all left
the building together, lining up in front of the facade. Outside, along with the twoguards, there was a rather young boy with long brown hair and dressed in an elegant tunic. He was
carrying a parchment and a pen under his arm and had a sly smile on his face. He quickly scanned them
and then began to speak.
“Good morning,” he said, “I am Jaques and I am the emperor’s representative for organizing the Ludi Libidinorum. You all know
that you have been chosen to participate and today we will take care of the introduction to the games and of making you
acclimatize to the court and its mechanisms. For this morning I would like to have a private conversation with each of you to
get to know you one at a time.”
After saying these words he called the first in line, who that day was Aiden. They walked away followed by
two other guards, while the rest were kept under surveillance and forced to remain still in position. The
slave remained with Jaques for twenty minutes before returning to his place. The freedman continued to
call all the slaves in order and Derek was called fifth.
He followed him through the streets of the imperial garden until they were quite far from the others. At that
point Jaques unrolled the parchment he had under his arm and began to speak.
“So,” he said, reading what was written, “You should be Derek, right?”
"Yes"
“Not too many words, I see. But don’t worry, we won’t need them,” he continued. “I watched you at the selections down
at the Colosseum and the princeps told me he wants you to be one of the main attractions at the Ludi. That’s why I have
big plans for you.”
“I have no intention of obeying you Romans,” the German replied dryly.
The freedman immediately became serious and looked at him with a mixture of compassion and concern.
“I know it must have been traumatic everything you've been through these days, but if the emperor and the senators have
decided something, that's what will happen, you won't have many opportunities to argue back.”
“I will resist until death”
“Do as you wish,” Jaques concluded. “Just know that what we are preparing is not so bad.”
The two looked at each other for a moment: the slave's gaze was icy, while the freedman's gaze
showed a vein of compassion.
“Okay, let’s move on,” he continued. “I’ve already seen your body, so I don’t need you to undress.
Tell me if everything is okay: six foot three, very muscular, natural hair all over, a very firm ass,
and a penis of at least eight inches when erect.
Derek hadn't expected such an accurate description of his body. He had seen it at the tryouts, too, and
apparently had written down a few details.
“Y-yes, correct,” he replied a little confused.
“Perfect. Now I have to ask you some questions, answer honestly. How are you with sex? Men or women?”
Derek was increasingly embarrassed and confused by those requests. He didn’t want to answer, he felt too
exposed to reveal those things about himself. However, he didn’t have many other options: he was here alone
with that intrusive freedman and two imperial guards who didn’t look friendly.
“I'm quite comfortable with sex,” he replied. “I'm quite comfortable with both men and women.”“Excellent,” said the other as he wrote everything down on the yellowed parchment. “Which role do you prefer? Dominant or
submissive?”
“I’d say dominant,” Derek replied. Usually he was always the one in charge.
“And so we’re all set,” he concluded. “See, nothing too difficult. For now, you can go back to the others, the activities
will begin in the afternoon.”
Derek returned to the line in front of the slaves' quarters and Ace was called after him. When he returned, his
friend was purple: he immediately sensed that Jaques' questions must have really upset him. For the moment he
decided not to disturb him and let him deal with the situation in peace. The interviews continued throughout the
morning and one by one all the slaves were called. They finished when it was almost noon and were sent back
inside their quarters for a short lunch break. As they returned he approached Ace to confront him.
“Hey Ace,” he said, touching his shoulder. “How did that freedman seem to you?”
“He was nice enough,” she replied. “He seemed kind, although the questions were rather… well, you get the idea.”
“Yeah, you're right,” Derek commented. “Did he ask you that sex stuff too?”
“Yes,” replied the other, lowering his eyes to the ground.
“And what did you answer?”
Derek didn't want to be intrusive or make him uncomfortable, he just wanted to make sure everything was okay
and Ace hadn't said anything crazy. He had a strange feeling about this interview.
“Nothing special,” stammered the other.
At that point the German decided it was better to leave it for now, he would try again later. Once inside, they sat
down to eat with the usual companions from the morning who were already talking to each other. They had
lunch very quickly and then Derek and 3 other boys, among whom there was no Ace, were immediately called by
some guards. All gathered together they were led to a rather isolated area of the palace. It was definitely less
sumptuous, even if still in marble, and there was less movement: practically only them and a handful of guards
remained there. They waited a few minutes before Jaques arrived. His purple-decorated toga scraped on the
green grass of the ground as he approached at a quick pace. When he arrived he was slightly out of breath, but
his little smile was always present on his pale and thin face. It could not be said that he was very handsome,
however he had a pleasant face and two large dark eyes. Derek also noticed that on his wrists he wore imposing
gold bracelets that constantly jingled.
“Sorry for the delay,” he said breathlessly, but not really worried. “The princeps kept me longer than
expected. We can start right away and not waste too much time.”
The freedman took a quick look at the four boys waiting for him there in front.
“Come on, come on. Derek and Lloyd follow me”
The two slaves exchanged a puzzled look and then, also pushed by two guards Artemises, began to
walk behind Jaques. This step beyond a wooden double door to reach a small solemn room, but
completely bare. Inside there were three other small doors, two lateral and one central. The freedman
stopped in the center of the room.“Perfect. I will briefly explain what needs to be done. The first performance of the Ludi Libidinorum will be held
soon and I need to choose who will participate. This is why I decided to hold some rehearsals to better evaluate
my decision. I absolutely cannot disappoint the princeps, you know”
“And what are we supposed to do about all this?” Derek asked, clearly annoyed.
“As I said before, I need to see you in action, so I’ve paired you up and I’ll give you a room to
prove to me that you’re worthy. That’s it. It’s nothing impossible.”
“What do you mean ‘see us in action’?” asked the other boy.
“Don’t play dumb,” he taunted them. “Of course I have to see you have sex. I tried to choose the most compatible couples
possible and for this time I don’t want to give you precise instructions: I’ll let you do as you feel most comfortable.”
“But this is crazy!” Derek exclaimed. “How can you think we would do something like this?!”
“You shouldn’t disobey,” he warned. “If you don’t do as I say, the guards will intervene and it wouldn’t be a
pretty sight. And remember that you are still privileged slaves of the emperor and it would take a few
seconds to deprive you of this status.”
Derek was feeling more and more angry at those Romans. He glared at the other boy, but he looked back at him
resignedly. Even Derek, who had previously felt surprised and indignant, now felt all his energy draining away: he
didn't want to fight anymore, he had seen in the previous days that there was very little he could do. The best
thing was to obey for the moment, but he would find a way to free himself. His aversion to the Empire was hard
to die.
“Since it seems clear to me, I think you can go,” he concluded, pointing to the door on the far
right.
Derek and Lloyd entered, closing the door behind them, and found a rather comfortable room. There was little
furniture, but it was well made: a fairly large bed, a chest, a bucket of water and little else. The walls were of
smooth stone with a few small windows that seemed to be bricked up. There were no other openings, they were
locked in there.
“Nice to meet you, I'm Lloyd. I haven't introduced myself yet,” the boy said, holding out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, my name is Derek.”
The boy was much shorter than the German, probably no more than five feet five inches, and
although he was very thin, he had perfectly defined muscles. He had a youthful face that
made Derek think he was about his age.
The two looked around for a few minutes and began to wander around the room looking for anything
significant. When they realized that there was absolutely nothing worth finding, Lloyd turned to him
with a resigned look.
“I guess we don’t have much choice, you know,” he said.
“You can’t be serious,” Derek replied. “You don’t really want to do what that pervert
said?”
“I don’t want to do it, but he said that if we don’t do it, the guards will intervene…”
“Let them intervene. They won’t have me unless they force me.”“Derek, think,” Lloyd urged him. “You saw what they did at the selections. I don’t think they have any particular
scruples.”
Derek didn't want to give up, but his partner's reasoning was correct: they would do well to listen to Jacques. He
didn't dislike Lloyd, by the way, he was a good-looking boy with a decidedly attractive physique.
“So we have to… fuck?” he suggested.
“We can start with something milder,” Lloyd suggested.
As he spoke, he took off his only piece of clothing with a sharp movement. Derek was definitely impressed in
a positive way: he didn't have a big penis, definitely smaller than his, but he had a nice ass. Furthermore, he
had decidedly fewer inhibitions than him; he had no problem undressing and was ready to have sex with
extreme ease and nonchalance. On the other hand, he wasn't so relaxed.
“I undressed,” he said. “Now you have to go too.”
The German, not wanting to be outdone, undid the white fabric, revealing what was
underneath. Lloyd's eyes widened at the sight: a six-inch rod hung in the middle of those
muscular legs, topped by a bush of short, red hair. Suddenly, the idea of having sex with him
wasn't so bad anymore.
“Mamma mia,” he exclaimed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a penis this size.”
Derek smiled and gave a thrust of his hips to make him swing vigorously. Lloyd couldn't take his
eyes off him and was almost foaming at the mouth. Derek was truly a hot sight, a mountain of
muscle and virility.
“Can I touch it?” she asked shamelessly.
“If you wish…” Derek agreed.
Lloyd approached the German and enthusiastically took his cock in his hand. Up close it was even bigger
than he thought: with one hand he couldn't take it all. He felt it pulsating hot and venous under his palm
and the sensation was terribly exciting. Lloyd was a guy who never missed a fuck and he had seen men of
all kinds in Dacia, but never like Derek. The other boy, on the other hand, had had his experiences, but he
had never been so open in sex. Since he had arrived in Rome, however, he was developing a completely
new lust. Always being with those half-naked boys excited him even if he didn't want to admit it and, at
that moment, Lloyd was a remarkable sight.
Derek, while the other was looking in amazement at his still flaccid penis, lowered himself slightly,
bringing his lips to Lloyd's ear.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she whispered sensually.
Shivers ran fast and cold down Lloyd’s spine. That deep, sexy voice had stirred something in him
and he was paralyzed. It took him a few seconds to realize what she had said.
“If that's what you want,” she replied with a hint of malice in her voice.
In his excitement, Lloyd tightened his grip on Derek's cock and with slow, deep movements began to
masturbate him. He brought his hand all the way to the bottom before bringing it all the way back up with
wide movements. The interested party, meanwhile, was lost in the moment: Lloyd's small, skilled hands were
doing a decidedly good job and he couldn't concentrate on anything else but his penis that was gradually
getting hard between the boy's fingers that were making blood flow with those skilled movements. As he
continued his task, Lloyd noticed that Derek's cock had become even bigger than itcould imagine: 20 cm of flesh now towered in front of him and he couldn't even wrap it all up
anymore, it was so thick.
“Fuck… that’s huge,” he commented ecstatically.
To help himself, he also brought his other hand and began to tease Derek's sensitive glans with it. The German
felt a sudden sensation pass through his balls and all his pubic area and he rolled his eyes in pleasure.
“Ahh.. you really know what you’re doing, you know?”
Lloyd knew it, but he still enjoyed the sincere compliment. To be true to form, he continued to jerk him off
vigorously and at one point he spat on the hard cock to help himself. The hot, wet saliva landed on the other
boy's shaft and Lloyd worked to spread it all over and make it nice and shiny and wet. The friction between his
hands and the member almost completely disappeared and at that point Lloyd was able to move with extreme
ease. Meanwhile, the wet sensation had taken Derek by surprise and had been strange and exciting at the same
time. His penis had started to pulsate and a new and horny tension had begun to grow in him.
“Yes, keep it up,” he exclaimed.
Hearing those words, Lloyd looked him straight in the eyes and, maintaining eye contact, brought his face
closer to Derek's throbbing cock. The latter couldn't understand what the other wanted to do until it was
too late. Lloyd stuck out his tongue and began to insistently stimulate the red and sensitive tip of his penis.
Derek suddenly felt a sensation of pleasure invade his entire body and had to lean on the shoulders of the
boy now kneeling in front of him and casting him sly glances.
“You’re a fucking pervert Lloyd,” he said with a laugh. “But I think I know what it takes for the likes of you.”
Derek then stood him up and noticed that his fourteen inch cock was also hard and throbbing. He
gave him a quick slap that made Lloyd moan before picking him up and making him lie down on the
bed with his butt cheeks exposed to him.
“Derek, what do you want to do?” he asked in a shaking voice.
“Since you like my cock so much,” he replied, “I think I should let you feel the true essence of it.”
Lloyd closed his eyes and prayed to himself. He knew that moment would come, but he wasn't
sure he could take all of Derek. Besides, the German seemed intent on not going easy. While he
was thinking about these things he felt the other firmly grab his firm buttocks before April and
reveal his hole.
“Look what we have here,” he commented.
“Please Derek, don't push it too hard,” the other boy begged.
Derek felt a surge of pity and calmed down for a moment. He liked to be wild when it came to sex, but he
was also always attentive to his partner and always respected what they asked of him. Then he took it and
spat on Lloyd's exposed hole. The saliva landed right between his butt cheeks and the boy lying down felt
his cock twitch against the bed. The wet sensation was intoxicating and the main part hadn't started yet.
Derek immediately began to spread the warm, wet liquid with his rough, thick fingers, making sure to spit
out more saliva every now and then. Soon, when he least expected it, he felt a finger enter him slowly, but
firmly.
“Ahh…mrghh…” Lloyd moaned.Derek felt even more horny from those moans and, adding more saliva, he pushed his middle finger vigorously into
Lloyd's exposed hole. Meanwhile, with the other hand he held the boy's buttocks apart and, fuck, they were decidedly
inviting. He had a firm and compact ass, smooth, hairless, like he had never seen in the North. As he looked at him
excitedly, the German inserted his finger all the way to the base.
“Ahh.. fuck” she whimpered.
Derek realized only then how far he had come and animated by a renewed energy he began to pull out his
finger and then forcefully reinsert it. He felt Lloyd's insides wrapped around him, he felt him contract at his
touch as he moaned with his face against the rudimentary mattress.
“Holy shit you are sexy” Derek panted “I might come just looking at your ass”
At the same time he added a second finger, his index finger, inside the now loosened anus. This time, however, he did
not start calmly, but continued to push his thick, rough fingers deep inside. The more the boy moaned, the more he
was encouraged to speed up the pace: he slipped in and out with clean, decisive strokes, making the boy beneath him
whimper. Every now and then he curled his fingers, going to rage against Lloyd's prostate. The boy, then, screamed
with pleasure and Derek smiled, satisfied with his work.
“Ahh… MRGHH...” she screamed once again “Please, Derek…”
The German got even more excited hearing his needy voice and felt his hard, throbbing cock swinging
between his legs. He wanted more too and couldn't resist the urge to remove his fingers and bend his face
towards the exposed hole. Lloyd felt completely empty for a second before Derek's head was pressed
between his buttocks: he could feel his hot breath against his skin, and then his voracious tongue came to
devour his ass. Derek had started to lick Lloyd's sphincter insistently, lingering with his tongue on the ring
of muscles. He pushed his tongue in forcefully while emitting low, rough grunts. Lloyd wasn't expecting it,
but the sensation was truly pleasant; the other's wet tongue passed around the hole and then entered it,
dilating and lubricating it. Derek was more and more impatient, he acted with more and more force,
causing the other to enjoy it more and more.
“Derek…” she moaned “I want more. I want you inside me”
The German didn't answer, but he clearly understood what Lloyd had said. He wanted him to fuck him and
he wanted the same thing, he was horny and eager. He spat quickly on his hand and used the saliva to
lubricate his cock. Then, without wasting time, he stood up and, leaning slightly, aligned his penis with
Lloyd's loose hole.
“I'm coming in,” he said firmly as the tip began to press against her wet entrance.
Derek continued to thrust while watching his red glans easily push its way into Lloyd's ass. The other was
gritting his teeth and Derek was trying to modulate his labored breathing as he penetrated him deeper
and deeper. In a few seconds Derek's cock was completely buried in the other's ass and the German's
pubis was in direct contact with his buttocks.
“You’re so tight Lloyd…” she panted “I could almost get used to this feeling… But I have to warn you, we
haven’t started yet.”
As he said those words Derek pulled out his member and then shoved it back in with a firm
thrust.
“AAHH.. MNRGHH…” Lloyd screamed due to the sudden movement.
Derek, hearing the moans, decided that it was not the time to stop, but instead continued to push with the
same force. His cock came out and then went back in and penetrated Lloyd to the depths, hispubis violently crashed against his buttocks generating a wet and intense noise that echoed through the
half-empty room. The German panted and squeezed the boy's hips under him to keep him still, while he
moaned from the sensation halfway between pleasure and pain. Derek felt his insides envelop his penis and
he felt thanks to that a unique pleasure that pervaded his entire body preventing him from stopping
thrusting.
“You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ve never fucked an ass like that. I could go on
forever.”
Derek's voracious thrusts were intense and determined and Lloyd felt literally torn in two. He had never had
such a thick and powerful cock inside him and his sphincter was dilated to a degree that bordered on the
absurd. At first he had felt a terrible pain, but then the sensation had gradually become an intoxicating
pleasure that had started to go to his head: he felt tremendously excited, even his cock was hard and was
pressed between his abdomen and the bed beneath him.
“Ahh… Uhh… So… nice,” Lloyd stammered.
Derek wanted more and more, he needed it. He decided he had to go even faster and at a certain
point he let go with all his weight on the boy. His cock sank quickly inside him reaching unexplored
depths. Their sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, Lloyd's small back under Derek's
immense chest. Their sweat mixed together leaving them slightly sticky; their wet hair was messed up
on their heads, their faces distorted by grimaces of enjoyment. Derek meanwhile did not stop, he was
like an animal in heat: he raised himself and then let go with all his weight drilling the other slave's
ass. The other slave moaned, but did not resist because deep down he wanted only that. When Derek
lowered himself he went with his mouth near Lloyd's neck and left him passionate kisses lingering and
sucking. At one point, Derek had to take a particular angle as Lloyd felt that he had hit his prostate
right there, sending waves of voluptuous pleasure through his entire body.
“D-Derek,” she moaned. “Keep going, please. Right there…”
“You're such a slut,” said the other with a half smile. “I think I'll please you.”
As promised he continued to insist on that point, feeling a certain pleasure in hearing the other moan
desperately. Meanwhile he felt his cock increasingly wet and covered in precum, his thrusts increasingly
desperate. That fuck was managing to prove him significantly. He wanted to come ardently, but he
wanted to see Lloyd's face while he delivered his sperm to him. Suddenly he pulled out his tool.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he protested needily.
Without further explanation he took his body lightly with the help of his Nordic strength and turned him on
his back, then took his legs and, spreading them, he rested them on his shoulders. From that perspective he
had a good view of Lloyd's exposed body and it turned him on quite a bit. He began to thrust furiously again,
almost possessed, trying to make the boy feel as good as possible.
“Ahh… AAHHH… Y-Yesss…”
He felt that they were both close to coming and it was really close. Lloyd had the same feeling and started
masturbating forcefully. Derek, however, had other intentions and he immediately put them into action. He bent
down, grabbed Lloyd's arms and pinned them forcibly above his head.
“Not so fast,” he said with a smirk. “You’ll only come from my cock.”
That was what he had decided and so it would be. His thrusts were faster and more focused,
their bodies, now soaked in sweat, slapped each other, both could see each other's expressions
transfigured by desire and libido.“I'm coming, Derek,” Lloyd moaned as another blow to his prostate hit him. “AHHH…MRGHH…”
The German saw Lloyd's cock swing and as it pulsed ardently he began to shoot white jets on
his entire abdomen. The slave moaned and groaned as he continued to fuck him, but he
couldn't help but ejaculate.
Derek, on the other hand, felt Lloyd's insides tightening around his cock as if they wanted to
hold on and felt himself going over the edge too. Letting out a deep guttural
scream he followed Lloyd too and, pulling out his cock, he cummed copiously on
his abs. Soon their members were already going limp and both were completely
smeared with cum and sweat.
“We made a real mess,” Derek commented, looking down on the scene.
“I agree,” Lloyd replied. “You really had some serious balls to have done this to me.”
Derek laughingly helped him up and the two, after a moment of silence, began to chat with
ease.
“Fuck that was great,” Lloyd said, smiling. “You really do have a divine cock, Derek. I've never had that before.
tried nothing like that”
“You're not bad either, Lloyd,” the other replied, laughing. “I hope we've managed to satisfy what you're looking for.
Jacques wanted from us”
“Indeed. These Romans really have perverse ideas, even if today they have revealed themselves to be rather
interesting”
Continuing to talk they reached the bucket of water and rinsed themselves thoroughly trying to get rid of
off all the dirt. They put on the only clothing they had available and then went out the door they had
entered through. Jacques was waiting for them and as soon as he saw them he cheered and smiled.
“You did a great job. Well done!” he exclaimed. “If everyone was like you, we would have solved every problem.”
He then said that he would let them know more details later. The two slaves were later
taken back by the guards to their residence and spent the afternoon there in peace. The others,
including Ace, were not there and so they spent the time between now telling each other stories about
their past and the journey they had taken to reach Rome.
They all met again for dinner. Their friends were curious, but both tried to avoid the subject and
As soon as the opportunity arose they ran away to bed. That night Derek was so tired that he didn't even
have a chance to talk to Ace
Notes:
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter even if i published it too much later than the previous two. Please leave a kudos and a comment and let me know your opinion about it. What do you wanna see in the future chapters and what are your expectations?
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