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Chapter
6
David was barely
conscious when
Flavius returned to deal with him. Flavius might have forgiven if he
had not lied about not having stolen anything yet. He ordered that a
collar be fitted around David's neck. It was big, uncomfortable and
made in the form of a hollow tube filled with lead making it
extremely heavy.
David's hands
were cuffed to it
behind his head. He screamed as his stiff arm muscles were forced
into their new position. Flavius personally tied a placard to hang
over his chest. It read; "I betrayed my Master. Now my Master gives
me away."
He was gagged
and finally his papers
were placed in a bag which was tied to his ball sac before being led
to a side door.
"The next time I
see you, I'll
make today seem like afternoon tea."
David paused
looking pleadingly at
Flavius who raised the prod he was carrying. David turned and ran as
fast as his tormented body would allow. Without his arms to balance
him, the heavy weight around his neck caused him to stumble and fall.
He only just manage to struggle to his feet before hobbling round the
corner.
Flavius never
did see him again.
>From reports that he received David had been shunned by the towns
people and forced out of town. It was probably a gang of youths or
boys that finished him. They made the most of having a slave of their
own for the evening and he had been left bleeding from the anus and
with various cuts and wounds. He died of exposure and shock during
the night.
*********
Marcus was a
sensitive boy who would
rather read a book than do sport. Younger than Flavius no one
considered him ready to be a member of the tiny nonude model House of Sparta but the
other boys understood what it cost him to speak with Flavius and so
he was treated with warm affection. None of them thought the worse of
him because he wanted to spend the day cuddled up to his father.
Titus was still
in shock from
discovering how his wife had betrayed him. He appreciated Flavius'
efforts to keep it within the House of Sparta but accepted that it
was impossible. If he had discovered the plot first he would have
probably killed Octavia and admired the way that Flavius had handled
it. It was not easy to accept that a fourteen year old boy was in
command but Flavius was earning his respect.
When he returned
to the House of
Sparta, Flavius felt dirty and depressed. As the the son of a Roman
noble, he was used to everything being clean and sweet smelling. Yet
the acrid smell of Ty's piss coupled with the sweat and blood on
David had added to the excitement he had felt as he tortured David
and fucked Craig.
He had no
regrets at his treatment
of David. Some would have been far harsher but he was worried about
enjoying it so much and he was in no mood to assume his role in the
House of Sparta.
Hans sensed what
was troubling
Flavius. Rather than tackle it head on he asked, "Learnt something
about yourself today.?"
Flavius nodded,
" I need time to
sort it in my mind."
"No you don't,"
Hans snapped
back, "It's part of you and you accept it. Strip, shower and start
serving our guests. That's now part of you as well. Oh and Flavius,
there are other parts to you and they all add up to one glorious
whole which I love dearly, even if it isn't perfect. Now stop sulking
before I take a cane to you."
Flavius grinned.
"Yes Master." he
replied
cheekily. He missed his father and the child still in him was envious
of Marcus cuddled up with Titus. Hans could not try to be a
substitute father but he could take the responsibility away from
Flavius for a time. Flavius had always respected Hans' calm,
efficient manner and so the unexpected praise meant a lot.
Craig returned
to them, flustered as
his naked master showed him to a seat and offered him a drink.
"Relax and
pretend you're on
another world." Harold said grinning at the young man's discomfort.
Craig smiled and
then looked
serious.
"Thank you sir,"
Craig replied,
"but you may think I've overstepped the mark and then I'll be back
on the old one."
"Explain." said
Harold.
"It's Lady
Octavia's slave. I made
him report to the first aider and say he has bad stomach pains. I
told the medic that Master Flavius would show his pleasure if he
diagnosed appendicitis so that the slave could not travel.
"Why did you do
that?" Harold
asked.
"He was scared,
sir." Craig
replied, "He sees himself as belonging to the Lady Octavia and if
she had suspected that he had spoken out of turn it would go very
badly for him."
"You know what
His Excellency is
thinking, boy." Hans said to Flavius. "Do you think Craig will be
in trouble?"
"No I don't,
sir." Flavius
replied, "His Excellency would think it was a great idea to
reassure the slave. Craig can relax and enjoy our hospitality."
Flavius was
standing close to Craig
who was trying to keep his hand still as it had brushed against
Flavius a couple of times. He looked pointedly at Craig's hand as he
spoke.
"Stop behaving
like a whore, boy."
Hans said sternly to Flavius.
It had been
obvious that Craig was
ill at ease and uncomfortable. Hans and Flavius had noticed it. Hans
had followed Flavius' lead in trying to relax him.
"If he bothers
you Craig, put him
over your knee and spank him." Hans continued, "It'll do him
good. If you're too nervous, I'll do it before Mr. Cirenson orders
him to be whipped."
Craig took a few
moments to digest
the fact that it was not his behaviour in question. He put his hand
on Flavius thigh. It could have been to push him away. When no one
reacted and Flavius did not step away he let it rest there.
On Harold's
instruction he began his
story.
According to the
slave Octavia's
views were radical. She despised the softness in the modern Empire.
It needed a strong Emperor who would see off the Scandinavians and
take rightful control of the whole American continent. He would also
deal with the egalitarian elements undermining the social order
inside the Empire.
She entertained
a lot on her estates
and first time guests often had to sit quietly as she expounded her
views. Those that agreed with her seemed to join an inner circle of
friends while the others were still invited to the more public
functions but never became close. She never made them feel unwelcome
but they never joined smaller, more intimate meetings she held. These
meetings were mixed in with a whole range of other social activities
and only her personal slaves noticed anything special about them.
The slave had a
good memory and
produced lists of those in the inner sanctum and those who attended
the show parties which Craig had brought with him.
The only name
that Flavius
recognised was Senator Crallus. He knew the Senator as a harsh and
stupid man who bored everyone incessantly with his views.
While he had
spoken, Craig had
relaxed and his fingers now rested in Flavius' crack searching for
his cherry. Flavius was responding quite naturally by becoming hard
and erect. Craig was still soft as he concentrated on giving the
information he had obtained.
"There's no
doubt, now." Titus
said, "We have to tell the Emperor. The plan to spoil the reception
was crude enough to be Octavia's but Crallus probably planned the
thing about the papers being stolen.
"Craig, you'll
have to stop
groping my nephew. He's about to become Governor again."
Flavius grabbed
Craig's hand and
held it in place.
"Maybe the
Governor tiny teen model
shouldn't
become involved. Mother... I mean Lady Julia believes he should be
told informally.
Flavius looked
around the group.
"I'm not sure if
Germanicus
Susitus and Juan shouldn't be informed but apart from my mother, we
are the only people who know what's happening. For Uncle Titus' sake
I'd like to keep it that way."
"The other
slaves know a bit about
it but I don't think they know the whole story, Master. Craig said.
Interestingly, he might have called Flavius master but he had not
removed his hand and Flavius' cock was now pressed against his belly.
Hans tried to
correct Craig about
using 'Master' but Harold stopped him.
"It's not
important, Hans. This
split person idea can get too complicated. Flavius had just better
hope that his Imperial Majesty doesn't want to use the video-phone."
Flavius blushed
at the thought of
appearing before the Emperor in his present turgid state but if it
were possible his cock hardened even more.
"Hans, dial the
number and ask
whether the Emperor will speak with Flavius, slave in the House of
Sparta."
To Flavius'
great embarrassment the
call was not only on vision but it was recorded and would probably be
shown to others. Normally calls to the Emperor were voice only. It
was awkward on camera because callers felt obliged to bow usually
disappearing off the screen or stand leaving the Emperor to stare at
their chest and stomach. Unfortunately for Flavius, the Emperor
wanted to know how the son of his old friend was doing and got the
chance to look him over far more thoroughly than he intended.
In time to come
if Flavius had
received a coin every time someone had sniggered at him being naked
and erect in order to be informal he would have doubled his fortune
but nobody interpreted it as a Provincial Governor formally
requesting help. Not even his mother could help teasing him at how he
interpreted her advice.
Ty had spent the
day dreading the
steps of approaching guards. Flavius' father had acquired him three
years earlier in settlement of a debt. His previous owner had a nasty
sadistic streak and delighted in playing mind games to torment his
slaves. It would have been typical of him to reassure a slave before
taking him for punishment just to make the shock all that much
greater.
He could
scarcely believe it when
Craig arrived carrying bottles of wine followed by another slave
carrying food. The cells the slaves slept in were small, just big
enough for a bed and a small table. The meal covered the table and
they had to sit next to each other on the bed.
Ty listened in
amazement to Craig's
day and Craig led the tale up to Flavius' offer and whether Ty wanted
him and Craig to be married.
Ty looked at
Craig, dumbstruck
before throwing his arms round Craig's neck nearly sending the table
flying.
Flavius had
learned another lesson.
Craig had groped him, making him hard and excited. Flavius had
assumed that Craig intended to take it further and he had been
desperately hoping it would happen. For Craig it had been a way to
relax, to show him that he really was a guest. If he could take that
sort of liberty with Flavius, talking freely was easy. When Craig
hurried off to Ty, Flavius was left frustrated and feeling used and
there was nothing he could do about it.
Hans read
Flavius' emotions and
smiled to himself. It was another lesson for Flavius that the world
did not automatically fit in with his needs.
Flavius was
tired. He'd had two
stressful days and now that everything had been done a reaction was
setting in but Hans set him to work serving their remaining guests
while he and Steven prepared a meal for them.
Alan still
knelt close to Titus and
Marcus. He had hardly moved from them all day. He almost purred while
Titus absent mindedly stroked his neck and 1950s fashion model
shoulders but was always
ready to scramble up to serve them and attend to their needs.
Germanicus and
Juan arrived later
and Titus told them what had happened. Juan was relieved that all the
decisions had been made in his absence. So was Germanicus. As a
magistrate he had he would have been in as difficult situation as
Flavius but now that it was in the Emperor's hands, it was outside
his jurisdiction.
"Quite a start
to your
Governorship, Flavius." Germanicus said.
"His Excellency
would agree with
you,sir." Flavius replied. "If he were here."
It was a quiet
evening and the
gathering broke up early. As the boys lay down on their mattress,
Hans went down on Flavius taking the younger boy's cock deep into his
throat. As he tensed and shot his load deep into Hans he not only
felt physically spent but relieved. Hans had taken him because he
wanted to not because he had to and they had both enjoyed the
experience.
The following
day was an anticlimax.
Nothing of note happened and Harold insisted the boys be kept busy.
The next major event would be the funeral and he did not want Flavius
to dwell on it. Titus and Marcus returned to the main part of the
palace while Harold went home. During the morning the boys were set
to cleaning and tidying. Hans took them into the gym in the afternoon
and had them play any game he could think of. It was not important
what they played provided they were working up a sweat and panting
from the exercise. Flavius, Steven and Alan thoroughly hated Hans by
the time they were done but as they relaxed in the baths and showers
after, they all enjoyed a feeling of well being as they helped to
clean each other.
Sport and
exercise were as class
ridden as other parts of Roman Society. Simple games for exercise
were OK and were accepted as part of a healthy lifestyle. Anything
that suggested serious training was a different matter. Athletics
were acceptable because they were traditional, required little or no
equipment and could be seen as a demonstration of individual fitness
and health. Polo was acceptable because you had to be rich to own the
the horses and have the time to ride even though it was unearthly models nude a team sport.
Football was
definitely a lower
class sport. The equipment was cheap. It was played on any public
space and so was an entertainment rather than a demonstration of
fitness.
Plenty of boys
from the noble
classes wished they could play in a football team but would not admit
it while plenty of slaves and low class freemen would model teen topanga
have been star
athletes if they had been given the chance.
Hi-tech gyms
were frowned upon
because using one would seem like work. Not acceptable. The boys
played games, running, climbing, skipping and the like. They were
just some childish fun where the boys let off steam. Acceptable. Hans
pushed the games so that the boys really had to work hard. Well it
probably did them good.
What was
acceptable and
non-acceptable was confused and arbitrary. No one understood it
completely. It was just a three thousand year old muddle.
The boys were
not worried about any
of this they were just tired and relaxed as they settled down to
watch television for the evening.
Flavius was
still dreadfully upset
by his father's death and was dreading the funeral. Hans and Harold
had ensured that he had been kept busy. The reception, returning to
school and the trouble with Octavia had all provided distractions
from his initial grief but now that things were settling down Flavius
felt miserable and lost.
The rest of the
House of Sparta
understood and were content to be quiet and to just be there for him.
Even the
controversy over his
challenge to the school system died down even though one or two sons
of freemen started getting better marks than the slower of the
Nobles.
Rumours of an
assassination attempt
were rife and that Flavius had killed the slave concerned with his
bare hands. Julia, Flavius' mother, had made it clear that she did
not mind the idea being spread as gossip but officially she denied it
saying events were badly exaggerated and would go on to talk about
the party for a couple of slaves who were so deeply in love.
The spin
worked. When a slave
attacks an owner then the owner becomes scared and cracks down hard
to make sure it does not happen again. They don't have parties that
allow slave to run wild so it was obvious that there was no serious
problem. The gossip was half believed and it planted the idea that
Flavius could be tough when he needed to be.
The adults were
worried about
Flavius returning to school. They did not know how the slaves and
freemen would react to the way he tortured David. If anything it
helped Flavius. No one doubted that there had been some sort of
attack on him, the boy who was trying to help them. Most knew how
their owners would react if it had been turned into a big issue and
cringed at the thought. Flavius' overall attitude had been tolerant
and easygoing and as he was the leader of the community that
tolerance might just influence their owners.
David was the
one who had threatened
them and had got what he deserved.
The only people
who saw Flavius as a
threat were the Imperial Security Services. It was not surprising.
Security Services always regard people as guilty until proven
innocent and then go on to find out who tampered with the evidence.
The case against
Flavius was that he
was using his Imperial Service to destroy the social structure of the
Empire and use the resulting chaos to grab power for himself. He was
crawling to the lower classes to build a body of supporters to form
an army. His allegations against Octavia were the first step in a war
against the Noble classes.
It put Flavius
high on their
suspicious persons lists. He would never have been arrested or
questioned but it might have proved difficult to get official help or
support for projects and the House of Aulus might have found its
friendship with the Emperor cooling.
Flavius'
interpretation of an
informal phone call, naked and with a rampant hard on, had reminded
the Security Services that he was just a young teenager. The
recording had been examined by every analyst in the Security Services
and none of them doubted that he behaved with a simple and charming
innocence. Some of the names that jo hicks model
Craig had obtained were already
flagged as needing investigation and their association through
Octavia was valuable information.
Apart from the
suggestion that he
was sabotaging one plot to further his own, there was nothing against
Flavius. Flavius dropped down the lists again. If there was such a
plot, it was so thoroughly buried that it would take vast resources
to uncover it. He was monitored and they kept an eye out for a crack
in the cover but only the most fanatical agents seriously looked for
a plot.
Flavius never
knew any of this.
Later in life, when he looked back he was vaguely surprised at how
cooperative the Security Services were towards him. He never
discovered that the officials were often thinking of pictures of a
very sexy fourteen year old boy.
The funeral
showed another side to
him. child model lia No one who saw it doubted that Flavius Aulus was the Provincial
Governor and one of the richest men in the Empire. Some who had seen
him walking to school simply could not reconcile the slave to the
noble and dignified young lord they saw that day.
Only Hans and
Steven saw the strain
that Flavius was under. His mother, Julia may have seen it too but
she was more concerned that the Prince representing the Emperor was
treated with proper respect and she was not going to tolerate any
weakness on Flavius' preeteens modeling
part.
*****
Flavius was
enjoying a sexual
freedom that he had not experienced before. He had taken slaves and
had enjoyed their bodies but it was always geared to him being the
dominant one. In the House of Sparta the others also initiated sex
and they could be quite demanding at times.
Neither could he
lay back and expect
the others do the work. Hans had made it clear that he had to look
out for the needs of the others. He found it stimulating and helped
him develop strong friendships with the other boys.
The official
period of mourning for
Flavius' father was a quiet one for the House of Sparta but which was
just as well as everyone needed the time to adapt to the new regime.
Once or twice a
week the entire
House of Sparta gathered to discuss any important matters to do with
the Guardianship. One evening Germanicus might explain points of law
or procedures in the courts while on another Titus might be dealing
with a problem in a factory.
At first the
boys had kept quiet
leaving such discussions to their betters as if they were in Mr
Diollo's class but one of the first discussions had been about the
handling of prisoners.
"A friend of
mine was arrested. "
Steven said, "He said the way he was treated made him feel guilty
even though he wasn't. That's not right is it?"
Hans and Harold
moved to silence the
interruption but Flavius asked, "What about in court? Did he feel
that he could have his say?"
Thereafter
everyone joined in the
discussions and often the adults left with a great deal to consider.
The boys still
stayed naked, sat on
the floor and were expected to serve the adults and occasional
guests. They still kept a wary eye on Hans' tawse if they thought
they were slipping up. In return they expected the adults to explain
the the world to them and the adults found themselves working as hard
as the boys. A deep mutual respect grew up between them all which
again, had it's roots in that pre asian model quiet period.
For a society
which was normally so
relaxed about these things it was surprising that there was no sex
between the adults and the boys. Germanicus was not opposed to
groping any boy who was in range and there was a bond between forum teenmodels Titus
and Alan though it had not become sexual while Hans had a bit of a
crush on Harold.
Julia had taken
Marcus, Titus' son
and his daughter, under her wing and they were happily settling into
the main part of the palace. Flavius was worried about his uncle and
was pleased that he had some companionship through Alan.
It was the start
of a new era for
the province and for Flavius but on the whole everything was settling
down nicely in spite of the drama of Octavia's treachery.
Private houses
rarely had many male
slaves in their teens. Female slaves in that age group were more
common and it was felt that a mixture of sexes at that age caused
more trouble than it was worth. If nothing else they were considered
to be the age group most likely to forget about birth control.
Hans had been
bought as a servant to
Flavius and John was so good at avoiding attention he came in a job
lot of other slaves. Most young slaves found themselves in all male
environments as Alan did.
Because of his
duties Hans had not
enjoyed much contact with the female slaves in the household. As a
result he was slightly scared of them and felt more comfortable in
male company. He probably was not gay and maybe one day he could be
happily married but for now he directed his energy into serving
Flavius and the House of Sparta.
He was a strong
and capable boy and
now, he was under the authority of Harold. Harold had been been a
physical training instructor in the army. On the couple of occasions
Hans had phoned him for advice, Harold had proved calm and reassuring
and Hans was beginning to be attracted to him. Flavius knew of the
way that Hans felt about Harold and was willing to help move things
along.
Although too
young and sexy pussy model
inexperienced
to fully understand it, Flavius was aware of a sexual tension in the
meetings yet there was some sort of barrier to anything happening. In
sexual matters, morality revolved around who penetrated who. Simply
put juniors were penetrated and superiors did the penetrating. The
mouths of nobles should be kept pure for when they spoke in the
Senate. Women had never achieved full equality for the same reason.
The adults in
the House of Sparta
accepted Flavius' position as an escape from the grown-up pressures
of his new role and that he was trying to perform some service for
the Empire but they could treat his activities as a game young models fourteen between boys
which was just about acceptable.
They were
reluctant to take the step
to make Flavius a genuine slave inside the House of Sparta. It was
the main objection that his father had to the scheme and the adults
were aware of it.
Flavius
understood their concerns
but he had his own needs even if he did not fully understand them.
The first was something that the Emperor did understand and used it
to persuade Flavius' father.
People given too
much responsibility
at too early an age tend to burn out and don't reach their own
potential. Provincial Governors, like Emperors, wield considerable
power and, as the saying goes, power tends to corrupt. There were
plenty of examples in teen model liste history to prove the point. Flavius needed to
be allowed to grow into his position.
Flavius also had
an instinctive
desire to prove himself. He knew he was earning respect by his
behaviour inside and out of the House of Sparta but like any young
man he wanted to push the boundaries. He did not think in terms of
being fucked by an adult but he had to show them that he could handle
anything they threw at him.
Flavius did not
consciously think
about these things but they influenced his decisions.
As Flavius
Aulus, Head of the House
of Aulus, he arranged the party for Craig and Ty to be one Saturday
afternoon and asked Hans to invite the members of the House of Sparta
for an informal gathering in the evening. The slaves still called it
a Wedding Feast but Flavius insisted on calling it a party.
Had he wanted
to, Flavius could have
taken Craig or Ty any time but he did not want to perform as part of
a ritual. By calling it a party he could avoid the tradition his
mother had mentioned. The word 'party' also included all the slaves
and his mother wanted the event to show that the House of Aulus was
safe and secure.
The idea that
the event was being
used by his owners for their own ends relaxed Ty considerably. There
had to be a reason for their kindness and now he was learning what it
was.
Craig understood
Flavius' actions on
all it's levels and was delighted that the party would benefit his
master.
Flavius and his
mother attended in
formal style. The couple knelt to pledge their service to their
owners, followed by the other slaves led by Matthew. Flavius proposed
a toast to the happy couple.
Flavius and
Julia watched as Craig
and Ty started off the dancing but once the floor filled were content
to watch. One slave approached Julia and bowed with an elegance that
would have impressed the Imperial court.
"My Lady," he
said, "Tomorrow
I will see my Mistress who would whip me for this impertinence. Today
I see a Lady too beautiful not to grace the dance floor."
"In my husband's
time you would be
whipped today for your impertinence," Julia replied, "but I think
my son would allow me to accede to your gallant invitation."
The music was
switched to a more
formal style to suit an aristocrat as Julia stepped onto the dance
floor.
The slave had
been a professional
dancer before being convicted of fraud and Julia obviously enjoyed
herself.
"I hope your
father isn't looking
down on all this, Flavius." she said, "I fear a thunderbolt might
strike at any moment."
Flavius grinned.
"He chose the
household staff carefully, Mother. We're putting our trust in his
judgement as much as anything else. I hope we can prove him right."
"In that case, I
think I'll call
that dear boy over and try one of these lively little jigs they seem
to be enjoying. I understand they're becoming popular in the Imperial
court. I hope he remembers his place tomorrow so that I don't have to
whip him after all."
Julia would
never be completely at
ease dealing with slaves but Flavius was beginning to see a happy and
animated side to his mother that he had never seen before. By
contrast he was beginning to see his father as a severe and
autocratic man who had controlled his family as firmly as he had
controlled the slaves.
They had planned
on making a token
appearance before leaving but Julia suddenly found herself having
fun.
Flavius was not
keen on dancing but
he was content to watch. A slave approached him.
"I just wanted
to say I meant it
when I said I'm at your service." he said.
"Thank you!"
Flavius said a
little surprised, "I appreciate it."
"A lot of
masters would have
killed Craig and Ty, for getting involved paris teen models with David. They would have
killed me just because we were friends. David didn't think about
that. He just saw a chance for himself."
"You must have
seen some good
points or you wouldn't have been friends."
The slave smiled
quietly, "Yes,
but if I told you what they were, you might regret torturing him.
David was stupid and selfish. He deserved what you did to him."
Another slave
had sidled up.
"That's right
Master Flavius."
he said, "You should have done the same to that bitch who
threatened you."
He turned very
pale, trembling in
terror as he realised that Julia had walked up behind him. It was
going too far too insult Octavia in front of Flavius but he thought
he had just signed his own death warrant letting Julia hear.
"I take it all
the slaves know our
affairs." she said quietly.
"Something I've
learned in the
House of Sparta, mother." Flavius said, "People think that slaves
are prevented from hearing what their betters are discussing and
gossip about everything in front of them. Of course they all know
what happened."
"And how many
slaves think that
Lady Octavia is a bitch?" Julia asked.
"Mother, that's
an unfair
question. How can he possibly speak for the others."
"Well I happen
to think that you
were too easy on the bitch and she deserved the same as you did to
that slave. I just wondered how many slaves agreed with me."
"I think most
would, My Lady,"
the slave replied carefully, wondering where Julia was taking the
conversation.
"You know, after
those remarks of
yours, I would like to see you stripped and tied down ready for a
whipping," Julia said, "On my bed and face up. What do you
think?"
"My Lady, my
body is yours to do
with as you will."
The slave was
desperately hoping
that he had caught Julia's true meaning while Flavius was in no
doubt. If the slave was tied down then he had no control and it could
not be said that he was penetrating. Julia was not the first
aristocratic lady to want a slave and as she had said, there were
protocols for everything.
The party was
proving far more
interesting than Flavius had expected and he hoped that his evenings
activities would prove just as interesting.
Chapter
7
The party for
the slaves bianca model torrents
was a great
success. Although lazy or misbehaving slaves still found themselves
whipped or severely punished in some other way, the rest of the
slaves were discovering that they could admit to not knowing
something and own up to genuine mistakes.
Visitors were
vaguely surprised to
find that standards of service actually improved. Flavius' detractors
had predicted that aktfotografie und modell
the palace would become a laughing stock with the
slaves running riot while Flavius debased himself with them.
There was no
doubt that when he was
in the main part of the palace he was the Governor. Even Hans stood
respectfully in the background as Flavius swept past ignoring his
presence.
If he had done
anything else,
Flavius would have seen a disapproving stare appear on Hans' face and
Flavius would know that he would be in trouble when he reported to
the House of Sparta. The rest of the household saw that Flavius
behaved as his position demanded and it seemed more natural for them
to behave according to their own position so discipline improved
rather than deteriorated.
Flavius was
always relieved when he
could return to the House of Sparta. Even if he was still inside the
Governor's Palace, the rules changed and he could relax. Hans changed
from obedient slave to head boy. They were close friends even if Hans
could take a cane or a whip to Flavius' back.
On the evening
after the slave's
party all four boys planned a little game to move on events in the
House of Sparta. After they had served the adults a meal they would
entertain them with it. The adults would be asked to imagine that
they had just acquired a new slave who was unused to his new status.
They were asked to write down what they would do to begin his
training. They were to carefully fold their pieces of paper and put
them in a jar.
A second jar
would hold slips with
the names of the adults.
The idea was
that each boy would
draw the name of an hoo top models adult who would be invited to draw a slip from
the other jar and do whatever was written on it. There was a problem
that there were more adults than boys but Matthew wanted to leave
after the meal. As the most senior palace slave he was allowed
considerable freedom and there was a beautiful girl waiting in his
room.
What the adults
would not know at
first, but would probably guess was that the jar with their names was
full of blank sheets. The boys had already decided who was going to
who. Alan would be with Titus and Hans with Harold. Crucially Flavius
would go to Juan the slave leaving Steven with Germanicus.
It was a bit
unfair to put Juan on
the spot. He had been a slave for over thirty years and in spite of
his reputation in the markets was still uncomfortable in his role in
the House of Sparta. Neither was Flavius all that interested in sex
with him. He just wanted to push things along for Hans and his Uncle
Titus and manipulating the odd adult in the process was a bonus.
Steven went
first, gravely pulling a
blank piece of paper and announcing, "Germanicus." He took the
second jar and offered it to Germanicus who read from the the slip he
drew out.
"Stand no
nonsense, and severely
punish the slightest transgression until he learns."
It had been
Titus' offering but it
left little scope for fun and games unless Steven pushed the point.
"Is
that all, Germy?" he asked as cheekily as he could, "I thought it
was going to be tough."
Germanicus
rightly guessed that he
was being provoked for the sake of the game.
"Put the jar
back and fetch Hans'
belt." he said quietly with a smile on his face.
Steven was less
confident when he
stood in front of Germanicus again
but relaxed as Germanicus stretched his arm to grab Steven's cock and
pulled him onto his lap.
He
unhurriedly stroked Steven's butt cheeks and thighs allowing his
hands to explore the crack between and searching Stevens hole. He
felt Stevens cock and was pleased to find it becoming nicely hard.
Steven
was relaxing and enjoying the the wandering hands when he heard a
whistle of air and a loud crack of the the tawse striking his arse.
Moments later the pain hit him and he cried out, struggling to find a
way to ease the fire in his backside.
Germanicus
held him modelos para sexo lightly with one hand as the second blow landed followed by
the third. Steven was struggling to stay on Germanicus' lap. The
punishment might be agonising and humiliating but it would be even
more humiliating if he were to run.
Germanicus
returned to gently stroking Steven.
"You're
comfortable there, aren't you?" Germanicus asked gently.
"No,
I'm not." cried Steven.
He
yelped fighting back tears as another three blows landed.
"You're
comfortable there, aren't you?" Germanicus asked gently.
"Yes."
Steven replied.
Germanicus
landed three more blows.
"You're
comfortable there, aren't you?" Germanicus asked gently.
"Yes
master. I'm quite comfortable here."
Germanicus
laid the the tawse down and resumed gently stroking Steven's body
making sure the boy became hard again. He took a sip of his drink.
"This
game has possibilities. he said, "Would someone else like to start
their training?"
Matthew
had known what the boys were planning and had written his own slip.
It was Alan's turn and he presented the jar to Titus who drew out
Matthew's contribution.
"Start
tough and only ease up when the slave remembers his place without
thinking about it." Titus read, "And where is your place, boy?"
Alan
was visibly frightened. He was not going to provoke Titus into giving
him a beating like Steven had just received but knew he should do
something to push things along.
"Serving
your cock, Master?" he managed to stammer.
Titus
grinned remembering Alan's first comments about his size.
"Come
here boy." Titus said patting his lap. He looked around the room.
"Thank
you lads but I'm already the master and he's the slave. He serves me
well already."
Hans
went through the ritual of choosing his master and presented the jar
to Harold.
Juan's
first master had a simple approach to new slaves. Work them until
they hurt. He was a good master once the initial training was over
and Juan did not know what else to write.
Harold
had watched the way his son had accepted Germanicus' handling with
considerable pride. Steven seemed able to cope with the roughest
treatment and was flourishing by the sexual adventures he pia model
was having.
He was going to grow into a strong confident young man.
Now
Hans
was at his mercy and he could have his own fun. He would end up
fucking Hans that night but maybe he should make the boy struggle and
suffer a bit first. Normal beatings or punishments would not work.
Hans was tough and he would have to risk seriously injuring the boy
before he broke. Neither was there any sort of hard work that Hans
could be set that night.
He
decided to use Hans as a table, not kneeling, but arched over
backwards. It was an uncomfortable position which stretched his
muscles and was made worse because Harold wanted Hans' thighs level
so that Flavius could rest a tray on them. Harold sat back
unconcernedly playing with Hans' cock or just tapping his fingers on
Hans' belly.
Flavius'
had not been reassured by the treatment of his friends as Juan took
his slip. If he was lucky he would have got Harold's suggestion which
was simply 'drill'. He was ex-military so it made sense to him.
Flavius
was unlucky. Juan drew Germanicus' myusenet petite model suggestion which read 'beat him
raw then fuck him. Repeat until he knows his place.'
Everyone
seem to be watching Juan with bated breath making Juan more nervous
than Flavius.
Flavius
sensed this and contented himself with a quiet, "I'm at your
service, Master."
Juan
leant forwards and grabbed Flavius' cock, gripping it hard so that
Flavius winced. He sat back in his chair, pulling Flavius with him.
He lowered his arm to the chair rest leaving Flavius standing with
bent legs spread apart, obeying Juan's order to put his hands behind
his head.
"Do
you like being whipped and humiliated?" Juan asked.
"If
that's what my........" Flavius began but Juan squeezed his cock
even tighter causing Flavius to groan with the pain.
"I
asked you if like it not if you accept it."
"No!
I
don't like it."
"Then
I should release you and ignore the instructions."
"No!
Please! I mean yes, please release me. It hurts."
"No,
yes, which is it?" Juan asked.
"I
like being in the House of Sparta. I have friends here. Governors
only have servants."
"And
every trace of His Excellency is left behind when you enter the House
of Sparta."
"Yes."
"Think
about that answer, boy, and if you're a hundred per cent sure kneel
down and suck my cock. If any part of the Governor is here, stand."
As
Juan
released the boy's cock, Flavius paused before kneeling down and
undoing Juan's clothes. Flavius paused again before going down on
Juan.
Titus
looked at the scene approvingly. He was proud of his nephew. Juan had
given Flavius a way out and he had not taken it. Flavius understood
what it all meant far better than when the House of Sparta was first
announced and he was still willing to commit himself completely to
his plans.
Titus
looked at the boy happily nestling up to him on his lap. Titus was
half hard from the scenes he was witnessing but his thoughts were
elsewhere.
"Do
you like girls?" he asked.
"I
think about them a lot." Alan replied, "but I don't know any."
"Get
your tunic and we'll go and meet some. Let's see what that cock of
yours can do."
By
rights, Harold could have objected but there was a crash beside him
as Hans muscles gave out and the boy collapsed onto the floor.
Harold
had positioned Hans carefully to cause the maximum strain and was
impressed that he had lasted as long nn kiddy modelpics
as he had but Hans was unaware
of this and was humiliated that he young models fucking had failed to hold his position
until Harold gave him permission to move. He meekly set about
clearing the mess from the upturned tray wondering whether Harold
could possibly have any interest in him.
Flavius
was jealous that his Uncle was taking Alan to a brothel and not him.
Although his mother made him uncomfortable by pushing the matter he
was quite keen to start exploring the female of the species. Like the
threat of war with Scandinavia it was part of the responsibilities he
had as Governor but were nagging worries rather problems with
solutions. He would always find it easy to relax in the House of
Sparta as the problems were simple. At that moment he either gave
Juan the best blow job of his life or face the consequences. His back
tingled at the thought of Hans' displeasure as he focused on his
task.
Realising
that Harold could push him to his limits in unexpected ways increased
Hans' awe and admiration of the man increased. He felt like a little
boy when Harold took him through to a bedroom and began to explore
his body as he stood meekly before him. The feeling passed as Harold
led him to the bed and they began a long, slow and intimate love
making that left them both relaxed, contented but exhausted.
Steven
was left vaguely dissatisfied. Germanicus had enjoyed beating him and
he had cum inside Steven as Steven had sat astride him but it was all
over quickly and Germanicus ever the autocrat had left shortly after,
contented but without a thought about Steven's needs. He made a phone
call and a car took him to General Maximilian's quarters.
Alan
had experienced an incredible evening that he would never forget. He
looked adoringly at Titus who had made it possible. Titus bikinis for models was aware
of Alan's feelings and realised just how loveless his life had been.
Uncertain of where things were leading, instead of leaving Alan at
the House of Sparta he took him to his quarters and they spent the
night with Alan spooned up against him with his massive arms
encircling the boy, pulling him close. They were both aware of Titus'
cock sandwiched between them and they both knew it would be hard and
desperate for relief in the morning. Titus' dreams were confused that
night. Mixed in with the usual images of a tight and exciting woman
there were notions of the boy beside him, offering himself freely and
lovingly. Briefly, but surprisingly, Titus even dreamed of offering
himself to the boy.
As
the
room emptied Juan sat back contented. He and Flavius talked quietly
until Juan described a fantasy he often dreamed.
Flavius
led Juan to the main bedroom of the House of Sparta and helped his
master for the evening to undress and bathe. As Juan lay down on the
bed Flavius began a slow sensuous massage. Starting with Juan lying
on his front, Flavius gently rubbed oils into the man's arms, leg and
back. As Juan turned over, Flavius again worked his 'master's' limbs
before working down his body leaving his cock until last. Extra oil
made it glisten as it became hard under Flavius ministrations before
Flavius straddled Juan and and slid down the shaft. Juan's sole
contribution was to buck and little models topsite press down on Flavius' thighs pushing
even deeper into the boy. For the first time in years he was able to
shoot a second load which went deep into Flavius, then lay back
exhausted. For Flavius the hardest part of the fantasy was about to
begin. The slave would sleep on the floor beside his Master, ready to
obey his every command but not daring to touch his own rigid and
desperate manhood.
While
Juan slept, happy that for once he was a Master with his own slave,
Flavius dozed restlessly. First John had ls modeling magazine
wanted to be a gardener more
than he had wanted sex with Flavius, then Craig had chosen Ty instead
of him and now Juan wanted a night not caring about anyone else's
needs. It was not something that he had thought about either way but
he was discovering that not everyone wanted to succumb to his charms.
He genuinely wanted to make Juan happy that night. It was strange but
the cost to him in frustration and disappointment seemed to make the
gift personal and to mean something.
The
following morning the rest of the palace became concerned that there
were no signs of life from the House of Sparta apartments. For once
Hans slept late and when he did wake Harold was not ready to let him
go.
Juan
could see Flavius' desperation. His hard erection was pressing
against his stomach but Juan sent him to make a drink leisurely
enjoying it as he watched Flavius waiting to attend him before making
the boy take his cock into his mouth again. Finally, satisfied he
gave Flavius permission to jerk off.
Juan
laid back and watched as Flavius stood, stroking his cock. It was a
humiliation for a Roman noble to perform like that, especially in
front of a mere slave but Flavius found that particular humiliation
strangely erotic and he shot string after string of cum into his
waiting hand. Juan had one final command for him. Lick his hand
clean. Juan was living his fantasy to the full watching Flavius. He
chuckled quietly as he thought to himself that he had made the boy
swallow one last humiliation.
Flavius
had not exactly enjoyed his night with Juan. If he had been made to
describe it he would have said 'challenging'. Juan would have agreed,
impressed that Flavius had stuck to the rules of the game when he
could have easily cried off. Juan would never have refused had
Flavius asked to stop.
Nobody
doubted the ability of Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor and Head of
the House of Aulus to carry out his ceremonial duties. Although
technically General Maximilian's superior, the General answered to
his military superiors in Rome. It was merely his duty to keep
Flavius informed. He could preside over the Magistrate's Court but
Germanicus would have to sign the documents and decisions remained
his responsibility but he was being prepared for when he turned
twenty one and took on his full powers.
Juan
was
busy dealing with the Empire and International aspects of Flavius'
holdings. Sometimes Flavius would have to attend meetings in his
official role but most of the real work was done in his absence.
Flavius took to attending these meetings as a slave. Without that
night Juan would never have had the confidence to order Flavius
around in public. He even had Flavius caned on one occasion because
he had failed to look after a visiting guest properly. Locals who had
to deal with Juan knew the situation and learned not to be slow in
punishing the boy themselves, if he slipped up on his duties, yet
visitors could be puzzled because, sometimes, they took the trouble
to explain something to a mere slave.
Flavius
and Titus both appreciated Juan's skills and Flavius learned a lot
from watching him work.
He
sometimes attended Titus in the same way. On some of those occasions,
Marcus, Titus' son, was also present. He was not interested in
joining the House of Sparta and remained the son of a noble. He
enjoyed his moments when he outranked his cousin and could gently
torment him. The first time it happened Flavius spent his first night
outside the House of Sparta and sneaked into his cousins quarters.
They ended up in a mess of burst pillows and Flavius mercilessly
tickling his younger cousin until Marcus begged for mercy. Nothing
sexual happened but they became good friends and as they grew up,
Marcus became the scholar of the family.
Flavius'
mission to change the school system was progressing slowly,
opposition had been confined to ignoring it. Everyone assumed that
either Flavius would prove to be a complete degenerate ignoring
everything except being abused by slaves or find his role too
difficult and adopt his true position after a token protest.
If
he
ran yelling down the street, kicking a ball as fourteen year old boys
do, he might get a clip round the ear along with his mates but not
even his mother could fault the way he carried out his official
duties. She had expected protests and sulkiness at having to attend
the more boring events but he made people feel that he was delighted
to be at any function, even if he did run off afterwards in his slave
tunic to play football in the mud like any common freeman.
Flavius'
challenge did not go away and the school introduced changes. The
marking became fairer and more freemen applied to enter the school.
After
consulting with Flavius, the headmaster saved the big changes in
classroom seating for the new intake and letting them work up through
the school. He had funds now to completely refurbish the school but
he did not want to disrupt the students too much.
His
biggest problem was an athletics event. Other schools were
registering protests that he was allowing slaves to compete. Two
schools had made it clear that either Flavius' school withdraws or
they do.
One
fellow headmaster had sneeringly said that he would be encouraging
football next. Flavius' headmaster had replied that General
Maximilian might be interested in using the game to introduce a
lesson in tactical planning to younger students.
It
was
because of military service that so few nobles had withdrawn their
sons to be educated at home by a tutor. It was seen as beneficial
that boys start 'roughing it' with other boys even if traditionally,
it was a very genteel 'roughing' with other nobles.
For
a
time, it was Steven who was most badly affected by Flavius' campaign.
His peers still hung back out of fear that they would become part of
the backlash when the Nobles resentment boiled over so he spent most
of his free time alone. He could not socialise with Flavius as it
would be out of character with the role he had accepted and it was
something of a relief when one of the noble boys approached him and
asked if he might sit.
Brutus
Crevellio had watched Flavius carefully and had seen how Flavius had
actually grown in confidence and self-assurance. Brutus' grandfather
had been a hard cruel man and had crushed his son, Brutus' father.
Where Grandfather had built up the family fortunes, Father had
overseen a gradually decline because of his inability to be decisive.
He could be cruel if provoked but preferred to back away from any
confrontation, even with slaves. Brutus knew that his father's
indecisiveness was rubbing off on him.
Like
his
Grandfather, Brutus was intelligent and determined, but he was also
kind, admired the way Steven protected boys from bullying and
approved of the stories he had heard about Flavius' treatment of
slaves. He was also envious of the way that Flavius could relax and
forget his rank.
Brutus'
servant was a boy of about ten years old. He was enslaved because he
was the son of slaves. They had tried robbing a bank, not by armed
robbery but by embezzlement and had been caught. Being educated they
had tried teaching their son and Brutus had helped as best he could.
As the servant was so much younger than Brutus, he could only sit
quietly in class watching lessons that were way beyond his ability.
Brutus
had tried to get his father to enrol him in school and find him a
servant boy closer to his own age. His father thought it a good idea
but worried about going against accepted ideas on slave training and
put off the decision.
If
Flavius and Steven would accept him then they could help him with his
problems. He listened in amazement at the stories Steven told about
the House of Sparta and in turn described his problems. It happened
slowly over a few days as both boys got to know each other.
At
times
Flavius came and stood respectfully as if ready to serve them. The
first time it happened was effectively decision time for him. If
Brutus allowed Flavius to serve him then Brutus was breaking rank
with the rest of the Nobles and would be ostracised. If he refused
then he would not be considered for the House of Sparta.
Harold
had come up with the test after Steven had first mentioned Brutus'
interest. After some hesitation he had allowed Flavius to pour him a
drink. Steven was covered by the kristy model com Imperial Decree and while with him,
so was Brutus.
That
evening Brutus walked to the Governor's Palace with Steven while
Flavius trailed behind with Brutus' slave for company. Like Alan
before them, Brutus and his slave, Ross, had trouble adapting to
being guests in the House of Sparta.
Because
of his age, he was less likely to fit in the House of Sparta and it
was clear that he expected Brutus to decide for him. In the end an
older Palace slave took him home and he was not asked to join.
Brutus
phoned to tell his father where he was and for permission to join the
House of Sparta. For once his father agreed without 'needing time to
consider it'. Brutus was in the Provincial Palace as the Governor's
friend. It could only be good for his family. Flavius spoke briefly
with him confirming that he approved Brutus' membership to the House
of Sparta. It seemed like an afterthought when Flavius asked whether
the House of Crevellio had any slave training programs. Brutus'
father may have lacked confidence but he was not stupid. He knew that
he was being pushed to support both Flavius' reforms and his chil pretens model son's
wish to have his slave properly educated.
He
was
aware of his own shortcomings and their cause. Like Brutus he could
see how Flavius was thriving and he wanted, more than anything, to
see that his son developed the same self-assurance. It surprised
everyone that Lord Crevellio made such a controversial decision to
align himself with the House of Aulus but later it would be seen as
the moment that he began to take real control of his affairs and his
family began to prosper again.
Neither
Brutus, Flavius nor Steven were aware of any of this. They were too
busy watching Brutus parade in his new House of Sparta tunic and gold
slave chain. They had one other surprise to deal with.
Harold's
boss and Titus were business associates who had cooperated in a
couple of successful deals so it had been easy for Titus to buy Alan
to act as Marcus' servant. Marcus was under strict instructions to
treat Alan well and to leave any discipline problems to Titus. Marcus
could see that the relationship between Titus and Alan made them both
happy while his own relationship with his father had improved
enormously since Titus had start proceedings to divorce his wife.
Octavia
had insisted that the boys be home tutored to avoid 'contaminating'
them with liberal ideas but now Marcus was starting school which
meant, so was Alan. The only boy not to be receiving an education was
Hans. He insisted that Matthew should train him. Running an
establishment as large as the Palace was a skilled job so it was not
an unreasonable alternative to school.
Being
so
much younger, Marcus and Alan preeten model site were in a different class and at first
they walked to school separately and not with the older boys. When
Brutus first joined them he went to school as before with Flavius
serving them both so that Ross could begin his lessons. It caused
some bitter arguments between Brutus and some of the other nobles and
he felt caught in the middle so he took to wearing the House of
Sparta tunic, sharing Flavius' duties.
It
would
have left Steven on his russian pedo model
own again if Marcus had not decided to show
his support for his cousin and walk with them to school. It had been
felt that Marcus had enough problems without getting involved in
Flavius' projects but Marcus sought Steven out during breaks between
lessons.
Mr.
Diollo, the teacher who had led the opposition to the changes,
resigned. Flavius' position was strengthening and was not going to go
away and he refused to continue.
Brutus
fitted in very well with the House of Sparta but he was wilder and
less disciplined than Flavius. One Saturday Brutus, Flavius and
Steven were strolling along one of the market streets when Brutus
felt hungry. He did what any noble would have done, grabbing three
apples off of a stall, threw one each to Flavius and Steven. Flavius
instinctively caught the apple tossed to him and took a bite.
In
truth, if the stall holder had complained he would have lost regular
custom from people not wanting to be involved in the dispute. Had
Brutus been dressed all would have been well, the stall holder would
have put it down to advertising in the faint hope it would lead to
order from a noble house, but all three were in House of Sparta
tunics.
The
incident was spotted by a rookie soldier on patrol who had been
separated from the sergeant who was supposed to be training him.
There was no police force. Military police were divided into service
and civilian branches working little toples model closely together. The rookie had just
been transferred to begin a tour of duty in the civilian division.
He
saw
three slaves stealing and shaming their owner who appeared to be very
wealthy or important. The first Flavius or Steven knew they were in
trouble was when they fell to the ground clutching their thighs in
agony. Brutus found himself staring at a prod, like the one Flavius
had used on David, being ordered to spread himself against a nearby
wall. By the time the sergeant returned Flavius and Steven had
recovered enough to be spread against the wall beside Brutus.
The
soldier explained what he had done and the sergeant pulled each boy's
head round to identify them.
"Congratulations,
soldier." the sergeant said with a smile, "Your first
arrest and you've succeeded in shocking the Provincial Governor and
the General's Boy.
The other
one might be noble or he might be a slave but it's a good haul."
"Sir?
I don't understand. They look like slaves."
"The
House of Sparta." the sergeant explained, "You needn't be
too scared. You're covered by Imperial Decree but General Maximilian
may want an explanation in person."
"Do
we let them go, sir?" the rookie asked sounding more than a
little scared.
"Oh
no! It was good work arresting all three. That's the problem. If
you'd just warned them you could have sent them packing but since
they're under arrest we have to follow procedures. Do you know what
they are?"
"Yes
sir. We administer six strokes of the cane and send their owners a
bill for compensation."
A
young
man approached the soldiers.
"My
father owns the stall." he said, xxs model pics "He says that he's more
than happy to give these young gentlemen an apple each."
"There
are no young gentlemen here. They're slaves of the House of Sparta
and that's how they'll be treated. They took the apples without
asking and without offering to pay and this soldier witnessed it.
I've radioed into HQ and they're contacting someone in charge."
The
situation was just getting worse for Flavius and the others and it
was unfair that Steven was being treated like them. He knew Steven
and had seen that Steven was about protest about their behaviour. He
tried to say as much to the sergeant.
"Slaves
speak when they're told and not before." the sergeant had
snapped back, "He was with you. That's enough."
There
was an uncomfortable wait. The boys were getting more and more
nervous and the uncomfortable position, legs spread and far enough
away from the wall for them to be leaning forward taking some of the
weight on their outstretched arms, added to the stress.
Flavius
was not sure whether to be concerned or relieved when Hans finally
arrived. Hans listened to the sergeant's report. It was complete and
fair even including Flavius' remarks about Steven and those of the
stall holder's son.
"Are
you on duty tomorrow, sergeant?" Hans asked, looking around
them.
"Yes,
I am."
"So
far as compensation is concerned can they report to you for street
cleaning duties? Work them as hard as you can. They can also organise
a petition to present to His Excellency. His father increased the
street cleaning budget twice but areas like this are still left.
Something should be done."
"Yes
sir," the sergeant replied forgetting that he was addressing a
mere slave, "What about the General's
Boy?"
"What
about him?"
"He
may not have done anything wrong. Should we release him?"
"The
caning, maybe. He can work with the others, tomorrow though."
"I'm
not sure if General Maximilian will like it though."
"If
he thinks Steven should be caned then he can do it himself. He seems
to expect a lot from Steven so I don't think he'll object to him
doing a day's hard labour."
"If
they were any other boys I'd think it all fair but these aren't
ordinary slaves."
"So
far as you're concerned, they are." Hans replied, "His
Excellency knows everything, the slave Flavius knows so it'll be
useful for him to understand just what goes on in these districts and
he'll be happier if Steven and vannessa young model Brutus are supporting him. They are
slaves of the House of Sparta. None of us like it when people think
we're soft."
The
sergeant straightened up and saluted.
"I
understand, sir." he replied, "It'll be done exactly as
you've requested."
By
now,
Brutus was bitterly regretting his involvement with the House of
Sparta. He was embarrassed, dreading the punishment and not sure what
all the fuss was about. He was tempted to call his father heliocentric model
but
something stopped him.
When
his
father learned of his intention to join the House of Sparta, he had
spoken with Flavius' mother and then called Brutus into his study.
"Like
all boys I made mistakes and got into trouble." Brutus' father
began, "My father, your grandfather would go on about how I was
letting the family down and how useless I was. He'd then use his
wallet or his position to make the trouble go away. In the end I
figured that if I didn't do anything I wouldn't get into trouble and
that attitude's stuck.
"Flavius
faces up to the consequences of his mistakes and deals with them. Now
you've joined his little club you'll be expected to do the same.
Follow his example, not mine. If you get into trouble, you won't
disgrace the family if you learn from it and handle the consequences.
Do that and we'll always be proud of you."
Brutus
wanted his father to be proud of him and prayed that he had the
courage to see him through the ordeal to come.
That
evening the three boys stood uncomfortably on display while the
adults and Alan listened to Hans' account of the incident. Welts were
clearly visible on Brutus' and Flavius' backsides. The humiliation of
being bent naked over a chair that someone had provided, crying at
the pain from strokes of the sergeant's cane in front of so many
onlookers had been worse than they could have imagined and now they
faced another investigation into their behaviour.
"It
seems a lot of fuss over three apples," Titus said.
"Sir,
how long does it take you to earn the money to pay for them?" Hans
asked.
"I
don't know. It's such a small amount."
"How
long does it take the stall holder? I bet he could measure the time.
It's not such a small amount to him. And supposing they really had
been slaves. Would it still be a lot of fuss?"
Anywhere
else and Hans could be well on his way to a whipping for his
insolence but, in the House of Sparta, Titus was expected to answer
and he was not sure how.
"So
how about this street cleaning? How do you justify that? Titus asked,
hoping that he would catch Hans off guard.
Hans
was
quiet for a minute, as he marshalled his thoughts.
"I
may
have gone too far but there's something Flavius should see." he
said nervously
"Go
on!" Titus replied.
Hans
was
nothing like his usual confident self as he began his story. He was
nervous and hesitant constantly looking to Harold for reassurance.
Flavius'
father disapproved of any sort of education for slaves. As a result a
rota of slaves acted as his son's servants at school. He had mellowed
over the the years especially in the light of the Emperor's concerns
but by then Hans had begun to be trained by Matthew in the running of
the house. It meant that he had considerable freedom and had got out
of the Palace alone, more often than normal. Matthew had sent him on
errands to the poorer parts of the city instead of going himself.
He
had
become aware that the money that Flavius' father had allocated for
the services in these areas simply was not reaching them. The town
centres and places that visitors frequented were spotless and
efficiently run but, the further from those areas, the less interest
the authorities showed.
Flavius
had used his freedom to explore the modelling models town in a way his father never
could and was becoming aware of the problem as well but even he had
not seen the worst of it. Hans had engineered the situation to show
just how bad things were.
"So
you're forcing Flavius to take on the bdsm models database
municipal bureaucracy in the
same way he's taking on the Education system." Germanicus said
quietly but there was anger in his eyes.
"I
can't force him." Hans replied, "The late Master was worried
about disease spreading if there was a particularly hot summer, I
believe that His Excellency agrees with his father and even the
Emperor is worried about bureaucracy stifling everything."
"What
do you say, Harold?" Titus asked, "How does this affect
discipline and this punishment in particular."
"I
can't see a problem but it depends on what Flavius thinks. Don't try
to keep to your role, just say what you think."
Flavius
shrugged, "It's not going to be a fun day but nude models football wouldn't it be great
if we made a difference."
The
incident of the apples had started a bigger train of events in
another direction than even Titus had realised. It would affect the
Empire more than they could imagine and put Flavius in considerable
personal danger.
Chapter
8
Flavius had been
right.
The following day was not a fun day. It was obvious from the the
start that rubbish had been left festering for weeks. Hans had joined
the other three boys while Alan had involved Marcus and they were
plotting something with Germanicus.
Marcus
still preferred being mothered by Julia and reading his books. It did
not mean he did not have a sense of fun or adventure but he was
easily overwhelmed by the other boys. He was interested in the House
of Sparta and Alan knew that he would be interested in one part of
Hans' plan. The boys had a soft spot for him so he had been invited
along as a welcome guest the night before when Hans' plan had been
agreed.
As
the
four older boys went about their tasks under the watchful eye of the
sergeant. As it became obvious that they were serious and modelfevergirls photos
it was not
just a stunt, some of the local boys joined in. The stall holders and
residents provided refreshments. All the boys were careful to
complete a job set by the sergeant to the best of their abilities and
even the volunteers glanced at his cane if they thought about
shirking off and the area was transformed except for an ever growing
pile of rubbish on the only open space.
And
still there was no sign of the Municipal cleaners.
Towards
the end of the day, Flavius slipped away to change. Originally Hans'
had summonsed a van for Flavius but Flavius had become friendly with
a local boy, Luke and accepted Luke's invitation to change in Luke's
home.
Despite
Luke's mother nearly having a heart attack at finding the Provincial
Governor in her house, it gave Flavius a chance to shower and get
really clean which all Romans appreciate. When he stepped outside
again Hans straightened up to bow respectfully. Flavius waited while
the sergeant took stock of the new circumstances and smartly saluted.
"Carry
on. We'll sit at that caf? over there. Come on Luke."
Luke
was
nearly as overwhelmed as his mother but Flavius did not feel like
sitting alone. They sat until it was obvious that there would be no
rubbish collection that day. Flavius picked up his phone and called
the Town Cleaner's office.
"We
just don't have the resources to go everywhere. You say you've
cleared it all into big pile. That was stupid, the wind will just
blow it everywhere. You people just cause more trouble for nothing.
Leave it to the those who know what they're doing. Now I'd like your
name. I report troublemakers."
The
official expected a panic stricken commoner to hang up in defeat.
"It's
Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor and Town Magistrate. Phone the
Palace to confirm it then get your butt down here fast."
Flavius
hung up before the official could respond and watched the serving
girl appreciatively as she flitted between tables. Not suitable for
the Governor, of course, but he could come back incognito in his
slave tunic.
The
official arrived arrived very quickly indeed. The palace had not only
confirmed that it was truly Flavius on the phone but that he had been
actively involved in the clear up and was likely to be very tired and
irritable.
"Germanicus
Susitus has been examining your contract." Flavius said as the
official stood nervously in front of Flavius, "You're not
fulfilling it."
"With
respect, sir, you can't judge us on one bad day and the word of a
troublemaker like him." he said pointing to Luke, "And again with
the utmost respect you have a lot to learn
about the complexities of Provincial affairs."
"Oh
this affair is simple." Flavius replied calmly, "Either you're
sacked for incompetence and threatening the Governor or you get the
rubbish cleared away before you leave. Marcus, come here."
Marcus
approached while the official looked on puzzled at the new turn of
events.
"My
cousin is holding a petition asking that street cleaning and other
services be improved. Are you going to claim that every signature is
a troublemaker?"
The
official shook his head in defeat.
"If
it's presented I promise it will result in one of the biggest
investigations this town has ever seen. If you or one of your fellow
bureaucrats has so much as stolen a paper clip I will find out and it
will go on record. You're lucky that it will take a month before I
have time to receive it and of course if there's already a marked
improvement in services it may prove to be out of date.
Flavius
concluded, "If I keep you from your duties any longer, you wont get
home this evening."
The
Civil Service was scandalised that Flavius had stepped so far from
protocol but they could not figure what he had done wrong. He had
accepted a punishment and had been made to clean up the area. When he
had called to enquire about the collection of the rubbish, he had
done so as a private citizen. He had only given his name and pulled
rank when the official had threatened him.
Bureaucrats
always denied that they made such threats but it was a recognised way
of dealing with awkward callers. The petition had been organised by
others while Flavius was busy elsewhere so they could not prove
Flavius' involvement.
Instead
of dealing with files, remotely in the Governor's palace they were
dealing with the prospect of Flavius' hard work being left to get
blown away and explaining on a very personal basis how they had
insulted him in the process. Flavius had turned their methods upon
them and had succeeded in making it very personal.
Flavius
watched as young maidens model
lorries turned up to remove the rubbish and allowed the
official to escape. Civil Servants were rattled enough to worry when
Flavius would turn up in their departments and the fear of an
investigation that they could not control hung over them. Services
improved rapidly.
That
night though was a time to relax. The Sparta boys were whisked away
to various homes to clean up and an impromptu party started. Flavius
stayed aloof from the celebrations. Taking on adult officials was an
ordeal for him and he needed time to wind down. He was content to
listen, along with Luke and the rookie who had started everything
off, while the sergeant teen models photos told some tall stories about his adventures
in the army.
Someone
had phoned the House of Sparta and the adults arrived not long after.
To everyone's surprise Julia, Flavius' mother, also arrived
accompanied by the slave she had danced with before and some palace
musicians. Brutus' parents also arrived, invited by Julia. Brutus was
delighted to show how his mistake had been turned round so
dramatically and embarrassed because every mention of his beating
caused his tunic to tent out making his reaction to the event
unmistakeable.
Julia
understood Flavius' mood.
"He's
done something not even his father could do." she explained,
"It'll have taken a lot out of him. He needs time away from the
Governorship and Sparta, for a while. Give him space and he'll be
back soon."
Later
she said to Brutus' mother, "This is the second party I've had to
attend to support my son. They're not very dignified I'm afraid but
in these difficult times the Governor believes it important to show
that the House of Aulus has nothing to fear. So I must do my duty."
At
that
point her slave grabbed her and whisked her away as a new dance tune
began.
General
Maximilian arrived and spent the evening talking with Steven. The
General spoke briefly with Flavius after sending Steven to tell the
soldiers that they should remain seated and relaxed. Given the
General's reputation it was one of the hardest orders imaginable even
if he did arrive with a round of drinks and contributed one or two
stories of his own.
He
left
shortly after accompanied by Steven who would appear the next day,
tired, battered and aching but with a happy smile on his face. The
other boys were tired and aching but for a different reason. It had
been a long day and the sergeant had not let them slack off.
The
following day, Flavius chose to visit Luke. They had enjoyed each
others company and Flavius wanted to see him again. He was also
thinking of the serving girl he had seen yesterday but of course it
was only coincidence that they lived in the same area.
Luke's
mother was just beginning to get used to the Provincial Governor
knocking on her door.
"He's
helping his father in the shop," she said, "They're expecting a
big delivery."
Without
thinking she added, "They could do with a hand."
Luke's
father sold cheap household goods. Even citizens used to shopping in
the Forum would visit his shop if they could not find what they were
looking for. His stock reply, I think I might have something like it
out the back, was usually true.
Flavius
grinned as he walked to the shop. The help he was usually asked for
was preferential treatment in obtaining a contract or recommending
some Noble's son for a post beyond his abilities. Helping to stack
shelves was something of a novelty.
He
saw
the serving girl again and thought about speaking but his nerve
failed him. He could speak to the Emperor, nowadays he could talk
with his mother and he could face the punishments Hans would mete out
to him but one slip of a girl scared the life out of him.
Luke's
father turned out to be a kindly and well read man more than willing
to treat Flavius as just another of Luke's friends. They agreed that
it would be too much for his wife to if they took Flavius home for
lunch so they found a bar and ate there. Flavius was relieved that it
was not the one where the girl worked.
Luke
had
a passion for sketching and once he had finished his work at the
shop, Flavius posed for him until they were joined by another friend
of Luke, Joshua. Flavius had to stay in contact with the Palace and
before long the rest of the Sparta boys showed up. They kicked a ball
around and made their way down to the public pool for a swim.
It
was
the start of a school holiday and it was one of those days of freedom
for Flavius that the House of Sparta had been set up to provide.
Although
Flavius had become friendly with Luke he did not like Joshua but
Brutus got on well with him. Things went well for a time until one
day, only Flavius and Brutus were free when they met up with Luke and
Joshua.
It
was
one of those dull wet days where it was better to be indoors and they
ended up in Luke's bedroom. They had quickly got bored with the games
available and began chatting and they got around to talking about
dares and who would do what.
From
the
start Joshua pushed the conversation on. Flavius became
uncomfortable, feeling that Joshua was becoming more challenging
almost provoking the other boys into agreeing to do something.
Joshua
began talking about tagging trains. Graffiti was a problem and
Flavius knew that the authorities were going to crack down. He felt
trapped as if he was caught between running with the fox and with correlation disease model
the
hounds. Luke sensed it and tried to change the subject.
"You're
all wimps. Scared, your mummies and daddies might tell you off."
Joshua sneered.
Brutus'
cock took over. The fear, humiliation and pain of the beating, after
the apple incident, had turned him on as never before and he wanted
to experience it again.
"I'll
come with you." he said breathlessly. "It'll be fun."
He
looked at Flavius. No boy likes to be be thought a coward and it's
difficult to be the only one to resist a dare.
"I'll
go with you," he said, "I'm not doing any tagging though. I'll
just keep watch."
"Oh
no! You get your hands dirty otherwise you'll go running off to your
soldier mates. What about you, Luke? You got any guts?"
Luke
shrugged. Like Flavius, he was not at all happy but he felt pressured
into not appearing weak in front of his peers.
Joshua
took it as agreement and it was just a case of waiting until it was
dark. Strangely, Joshua already had cans of paint in his bag. Later
in life, Flavius would admit to seeing it as the start of an exciting
adventure. It was like pretending to be a soldier in enemy territory
and it stayed exciting fake models celeb as they crept down to the railway. It would
have stayed exciting if they had not picked a night that someone had
already reported boys being in the yards and there were extra men on
duty. Flavius and Luke were watching Brutus enthusiastically begin
his tag. Joshua stood back. Now that they were committed he was the
most frightened. He saw the soldiers and slipped away unseen.
The
first the other three knew about it was when someone yelled out,
'freeze'. They were handcuffed and minutes later a soldier had
fetched metal neck rings which were fitted and linked with chain.
Luke
was
nearly fainting with terror. It probably meant enslavement for him,
the proceeds going in compensation and possibly bankruptcy for his
father if the Railway demanded even more compensation. They could
even be accused of sabotage and that meant crucifixion.
Flavius
knew he was in more trouble than the House of Sparta could handle. He
was now finding it difficult to believe that he had been so stupid.
It could easily cost him and the family the Governorship unless he
abandoned all his principles and sought to get it covered up.
Even
Brutus was too scared to be affected sexually. Like Flavius, nude models walking
he knew
that he had gone too far and it was the second time in a few weeks
that he had got his friends into trouble.
They
were led from the line back to the road and dumped into the back of a
truck to be driven to the barracks where they were put in a cell in
the guardroom, still chained and shackled.
By
this
time, Flavius had been recognised and uncertain what to do, the
Officer in Charge called General Maximilian who in turn contacted the
boy's parents and guardians.
Normally
Luke's parents would not have been contacted until morning and told
when they should attend but the General had enough respect for
Flavius' attitudes to call them as well.
In
other
circumstances the boys could have been separated and held in solitary
confinement for a few days. The neck ring could have been replaced by
a spoked contrivance that prevented the prisoner resting his head or
sleeping. It softened them up ready for questioning.
It
was
bad enough being handcuffed and shackled together when they were
brought to General Maximilian's office.
Flavius'
heart sank further when he saw Harold and Hans there. They were
responsible for his discipline and he knew that they would not be
very forgiving. Luke looked at his father too ashamed to speak hoping
for some reassurance but the man remained impassive.
Germanicus
was also present.
"You,
Smith," he said sharply to Luke, "I suppose you claim you were
bullied into this as well."
"No
sir." Luke replied puzzled before he understood the implication,
"Is that what Joshua's saying?"
"So
he
was with you." Germanicus said, "They caught him on the road. He
said that Flavius and Brutus bullied him into going with you but he
ran off before anything happened."
"The
fucking bastard." Luke spat out, so angry that no one saw fit to
reprimand him for his language, "He goaded us into doing it,
brought the paint then ran off when he saw you. He didn't even have
the guts to wait and warn us."
"So
it's all his fault, is it? He bullied you three all at the same
time."
Luke
did
not know how to teen linger models
answer. He seemed to make it worse every time he
spoke.
"Nobody
bullied anyone." Flavius said quietly, "I decided to go. I think
Luke only came along to look after me."
"I
decided for myself." Brutus said, " And I didn't force anyone,
either."
"Very
well. There's now the matter of compensation."
Luke
turned white. The moment he had dreaded had arrived.
"Flavius
Aulus will pay all of it out of his private account." Flavius
replied.
"Brutus
can pay half. He has his own funds as well." Brutus' father said.
Germanicus
nodded approvingly.
"I
think the Governor's Palace can make this go away. Maybe if Flavius
spoke to the Railway's chairman direct and apologised, he could make
an exception about pressing charges."
"No."
said Hans, "We've been careful to separate Flavius' public and
private lives. You can't let this taint the Governorship."
"If
it
was just me, or even me and Brutus, I'd agree," said Flavius, "but
it could affect Luke badly if blu model
he gets a record. What do you say,
Luke?"
"I'm
just relieved that you're paying the compensation. I can cope with
the rest."
"I'm
not sure I will. I can't imagine the court going easy on us."
Flavius replied.
Luke
straightened himself as best he could under the pressure of his
shackles.
"I'll
support my Provincial Governor. I'll stand by him." he said
proudly.
Harold
spoke for the first time, "Flavius has been talking about inviting
Luke to join the House of Sparta. No one's objected so if he joined
before the paperwork was completed he could appear before the court
under that name and not his family."
Luke
was
too emotional to speak for the moment. He just nodded, fighting back
the tears.
"What
do I do about the other boy." General Maximilian asked.
"If
I
see the treacherous little toe-rag again, I will kill him." Flavius
replied quietly but the anger was unmistakeable. "Please, keep him
away from me. I'm only paying his share of the compensation to avoid
any legal wrangling."
"Very
well. You'll be held here, tonight, while you're processed and your
official statements taken. Then you'll be transferred to another
barracks until your trial. Various hot model naked Houses may be able to put up bail
but it's my understanding that they're not to be involved."
The
boys
were led back to the guardroom by the legion's centurion. The modern
army was nothing like original force but names had been kept even if
roles had changed. The centurion was now the senior enlisted man. A
soldier did not reach the rank by being soft.
There
were two soldiers present and a slave in his late twenties. Each
soldier carried a little grils models prod similar to the one that Flavius had used on
David. The slave released Luke from the neck iron first, before
ripping his shirt off and then removing the rest of his clothes. He
then made Luke kneel and then shaved his head. Luke had to stand, red
as a beetroot with embarrassment, as the slave knelt and shaved his
pubes. The slave then fitted ankle irons before removing the
handcuffs.
Not
giving Luke a chance to gay model nude rub his aching wrists, he made the boy raise
his arms above his head to check his armpits. At fifteen, Luke had
little hair on his body so he was spared the indignity of any more
shaves. After making Luke sweep the remains of his hair and clothes
into a corner, the slave stood him against a wall and turned a hose
on him to wash off any remaining shaved hair.
Luke
was
then taken to stand in front of the centurion.
"Punch
me." the centurion snapped.
"What?
I can't do.........." nylon leg model
Luke broke off with a yelp as the
centurion slapped his face.
The
soldier waited and then slapped Luke again. Luke got the message and
took a swing. He was still uncertain and and it was only a
half-hearted attempt. The centurion grabbed Luke's wrist, twisting it
behind his back and bending Luke over. Luke was no match for the
centurion and he was easily held in the position the centurion
wanted. He brought his cane down on Luke's backside making Luke
scream before landing two more strokes.
"Now
stand up straight and keep still." the centurion snapped,
releasing Luke's hands.
All
Luke
wanted to do was rub the welts on his arse. It was all he could do
not to hop up and down as he tried to escape the pain.
"If
I say jump, all you worry about is trying to jump high enough."
the centurion said quietly and menacingly, "Do any of you think
you can throw a punch that would hurt me?"
The
three boys stayed quiet which was just as well. Full grown recruits
twice their size had accepted the challenge and very quickly
regretted it.
"Good."
he nodded to the slave, "Get on with it."
Flavius
and Brutus underwent the same processing though they were not made to
stand in front of the centurion. When they were done Brutus and Luke
were put into a cell. The slave cleared away the debris and left
along with the two soldiers, leaving Flavius alone with the centurion
who bent Flavius over a table. He tensed ready for a beating but
relaxed when he felt something seeking out his cherry and pushing. A
strong hand groped underneath him and stroked his cock.
He
began
to relax at the slow but determined invasion. Flavius had not known
what to expect once he was alone with the centurion but it should
have been harsh and brutal leaving him half dead. Instead at every
sign of pain or discomfort the intrusion stopped or eased back before
moving forward again. It was something of a surprise when he felt the
man's pubic hairs on his arse cheeks which pushed him over the edge
so that he came in great convulsive jerks as he clamped tight onto
the the centurions cock.
The
centurion shot deep into Flavius as he came as violently as the boy.
As
he
withdrew he thought about making the boy lick him clean. Instead he
made do with a damp cloth and a towel warning Flavius to work very
gently. Flavius then had to use the soiled items to clean up his own
spunk while the centurion looked on.
There
was a brief moment of rapport as they looked at each other before
Flavius was placed in the cell with the other two.
The
centurion headed for General Maximilian's office. For once he had to
wait and wait for a considerable time which was even more unusual.
When he finally entered the office ,General Maximilian indicated for
him to pour their nightly drinks and put the bottle on his desk so
both men could reach it easily.
"So,
what do you think of our young Provincial Governor?" General
Maximilian asked.
"Are
you sure he he's not a bit too willing to bend over for any cock in
the room?"
The
General smiled, "Don't underestimate him, Jim. I had to brief him
on the state of our anti aircraft defences not long after he became
Governor. It included possible damage and casualties together with
the type of injuries that could be expected, and it shook him. It was
one of few times he showed me that he's just fourteen.
"Even
Steven asked me what I'd said to him when he visited next. It seems
that Hans, that's the head boy in that House of Sparta of theirs, had
to be beat him a couple of times before he could switch off and
concentrate on his duties there. It worked though. It took him a day
to get to grips with it and now we've got that civil defence exercise
to monitor. That's his brainchild.
"if
you fucked him as I ordered you to, you took control and that's what
he needs. To be a boy with the adults in control until he has to be
Governor again. Did you do the punch game?"
The
centurion nodded, "I tried it on the freeman, Luke. He took it well
but it made the point. What about the fourth one?"
"We're
lucky. The father's ex legion and thoroughly ashamed of his son's
cowardice. He's got a younger son who wants to be an engineer and
Flavius' education projects has given him a chance to study. He'll
sell Joshua to me for a token fee." General Maximilian smiled
grimly. "Imperial Security want him. That's all he'll be worth
after they've finished with him. Maybe they can save me the job of
disposing of him."
"Of
course! He can be sold to avoid to avoid the humiliation of a court
appearance."
General
Maximilian nodded, "I don't want Flavius involved in any of this.
See what you can do."
The
legion was based in the town as a permanent garrison and as
Provincial Governor, Flavius was technically their commanding officer
with only the Emperor to outrank him.
Although
the soldiers came from all over the the Empire small business model
many had set girl models nn up home
locally and many were married with families. Their children would be
the first to benefit from the education reforms that Flavius was
trying to introduce. They typically lived in areas like the one that
Flavius had got cleaned up and their families again benefited from
the reforms that Flavius had brought about. They also respected him
for the discipline and service he had submitted to.
He
showed the qualities they wanted to see In their leaders and so they
would support him. On the other hand Joshua was seen to be cowardly
and treacherous, everything a legionnaire hated in a comrade.
Imperial
Security comprised many ex soldiers who despised his treachery as
much as the army.
The
stripping and shaving of prisoners was a reminder of a time when lice
and other infestations were prevalent. It was useful to bring home to
a new detainee what his darling teen model
situation was, but it continued simply
because no one had stopped it. It had been something of a ritual with
Flavius and the other two.
Joshua's
clothes had been ripped from him and he was punched or caned when he
was pulled off balance until he was standing back in position. As his
clothes had been ripped, his arms had been pulled, jerked and twisted
against the handcuffs, almost wrenching them from their sockets. He
had been shaved with a razor, so blunt that it pulled his hair out
and left cuts and scrapes all over his body. He had been left
standing facing a wall still wearing a collar which was attached by a
short chain to a hook on the wall. A second chain hanging down his
back from the collar pulled his arms up and clear of his arse.
He
knew
now that Publicus had betrayed him and with that realisation the
terror mounted as he considered his fate. Joshua had met Flavius'
cousin in a tavern and Publicus had told him of the reward for anyone
who could undermine Flavius' Governorship. Joshua models preview teen had not realised
that Publicus had only befriended him because of contact with Flavius
through Luke. Joshua had been flattered by the young Noble's
friendship and promise of patronage. With his jealousy of Flavius'
wealth and popularity he had easily fallen for Publicus' promises.
The
Imperial Security Services had been keeping an eye on Publicus and
his mother, Octavia and knew that they were planning a move against
Flavius but they were not used to dealing with schoolboy pranks and
petty crime so Joshua had slipped through the net.
General
Maximilian had informed the ISS of his intention to buy Joshua and
then to dispose of him. Imperial Security could interrogate a
prisoner how they liked but had to produce him afterwards and justify
their actions. If the prisoner really was involved, for example, in a
plot against the Emperor then it did not matter what condition he was
in but if he proved his innocence then his interrogators could end up
in court. Joshua and his action against Flavius was somewhere in
between those two extremes. General Maximilian had removed any
protection from Joshua and he could be treated how his interrogators
saw fit.
Over
the
next few days he screamed in agony in between giving up every detail
of his conversations with Publicus. His mind was damaged by the drugs
he had been given and his muscles and tendons ripped by his physical
torture. His flesh was a bloody mess. He didn't find peace until he
was given an injection that sent him into a sleep that he never woke
up from.
Because
of his rank, Publicus was questioned with far more discretion. He
spent a lot of time in bars and taverns. He visited the ones in town
out of defiance. His cousin had sent him and his mother away so by
being in town he was getting one over on his ebony young models cousin. In Underwear male models
his turn he
was befriended by a couple of agents who slipped something into his
drink. He talked as well. He did not have time to say as much as
Joshua but the agents left him, satisfied that the scheme against
Flavius was his own idea and that he was trying to impress his mother
and that he still expected to become Provincial Governor in the new
order.
There
was enough to arrest Publicus but it would put his mother on her
guard. He was left with a colossal hangover and a headache that had
him shrieking almost as loudly as Joshua and with no memory of the
night before. The two agents would probably 'take him out' again when
they thought that he would be able to supply some useful information.
While
the extent of the threat against Flavius was being assessed, he was
to be protected by the army. Ordinarily he would be informed of a
plot in his role as Provincial Governor. However he was also a boy in
a great deal of trouble and had enough to deal with. He was not going
to have an easy time while he, Brutus and Luke were being held but,
unlike Joshua, they would get through it.
No
one
got much sleep that night as preparations were made and the boys were
interviewed and made their statements. Just before dawn they were
taken to a lorry and loaded into the back. To their surprise Hans,
Steven and Alan were already seated there. They were naked but unlike
the other three, they were not in chains except for the gold House of
Sparta chains they all wore apart from Luke. Instead of being taken
to another barracks they were taken to a training ground where a
couple of cohorts were on manoeuvres.
The
boys
were lined up while the chains securing Flavius, Brutus and Luke's
ankles were released. Hans had picked up a package which had been
tucked under his seat and stood behind Luke to fix a collar identical
to the ones that the others were wearing. Their guards knew what was
happening so when Hans began clapping, they joined in along with the
boys.
Each
boy
was then assigned a mentor. The mentors had teenage sons slightly
older than their new pupils. They were seasoned soldiers but they
were also particularly level headed who knew how to push recruits to
their limits without going beyond. There were a leisurely few minutes
while they were issued with their kit. Between everyone involved they
even had boots and fatigues that fitted and from then everything was
done at the double.
They
were drilled, given physical training and sent over the assault
course. It seemed to the boys that they were expected to keep up with
the regular troops at least five years their senior or fully
developed adults but of course it was an illusion. Their mentors knew
what they were doing.
If
they
protested or slacked off they would feel the cane or their mentor's
hand. At night they were expected to clean their kit and their
mentor's before they were allowed to climb into the sleeping atalya model bag
beside their trainer.
They
learnt a lot. Steven was even able to surprise the General the next
time they got together. They understood themselves and their
limitations a lot better than they had before and of course they
thoroughly enjoyed their time on the shooting ranges. They impressed
the men and officers of the cohorts with their performance and on the
last day they were there they were shown how to drive a tank and fire
the gun.
The
following morning, they were due to leave. The centurion arrived and
was about to fix the ankle chains to Flavius, Brutus and Luke when
the commanding officer stopped him.
"They've
behaved like soldiers. Treat them like soldiers until you hand them
to the court." he said
Flavius
had been kept out of the way for a number of reasons. It was felt
that he should not be involved with Joshua's or Publicus'
questioning. Joshua was dead by now and Publicus would have forgotten
any suspicions he might have had about his weird night out. It also
gave the authorities a chance to gauge Flavius' popularity.
There
were very few elections in the modern Roman empire so public opinion
was not sought so avidly as it have been but after two and a half
thousand years, they had learnt that a bad Governor could lay the
seeds for a rebellion and cause a great deal of unrest so they
listened to people.
Octavia
and her fellow conspirators were relying on the concept. A boy
running wild and bringing the Province into disrepute would have to
go even if the Imperial Security Services needed to arrange an
accident. Unfortunately for Octavia her assessment of Flavius'
popularity was made among people who thought the same as she did.
The
ISS
listened to a much wider spectrum of people and realised he had
considerable support. european model porn The nobles allowed him his reforms because they
knew to varying degrees that they were needed. They were uneasy that
their own sons could find themselves in court more easily but it just
meant higher lawyer's fees to get them off. The middle classes and
freemen could see the benefits of his reforms so they were on his
side.
Most
saw
the trouble he was in as stupid mischief. What else do you expect of
boys. They could see how he was determined not to let it taint the
Governorship and admired his courage and character. In a way it
showed his daring but people were careful not model slave nudist to promote vandalism if
they mentioned it.
Much
would depend on how he was punished. Too soft and he would lose
credibility. Too harsh and it might harm him.
They were
appearing before
Germanicus and each had their own reasons for being more than a
little frightened.
Chapter
9
The
boys
were wearing their House of Sparta tunics when they appeared in court
before Germanicus. 14 pretten model Luke was wearing his for the first time and in
other circumstances his chest would have been puffed out with pride.
The chain manacled to his ankles reminded him that he faced an
uncertain future.
Flavius
knew this was a wonderful opportunity for anyone who wanted to get
rid of him so he was worried and uncomfortable.
Brutus
blamed himself for the trouble they were in and expected to be dealt
with harshly.
"Behaviour
like this will not be tolerated." Germanicus began, "I could
order all three of you sold into slavery or a heavy flogging.
Understand this, if you appear before this court again, such a
sentence will be more likely. However you are each sentenced to a
hundred lashes of the whip."
There
was a distinction between a flogging where the lash could tear into
flesh and muscle tearing it to shreds and a whipping where the skin
might be scarred but the criminal would probably escape permanent
injury.
"However,"
Germanicus continued, "Our new Provincial Governor has used local
knowledge to adjust sentences to be more appropriate. I have felt
obliged to follow the precedences he has set."
Officially
Flavius was a magistrate like Germanicus. He sometimes sat beside
another magistrate when cases were heard. His excursions into town as
a slave meant that he knew more of went on. On occasion he had seen
that background information that could influence sentencing was
introduced. It had meant two people receiving lighter sentences while
a third case had been dismissed out of hand and the accused's family
had received state aid. A fourth man had received a harsher sentence
much to the relief of the neighbourhood he terrorised.
"I
know that two of you are of excellent character and it would appear
that the third is the equal of his friends in that respect. I feel
obliged to lessen the sentence on those grounds to a lightweight whip
appropriate to your age.
You
have
all had opportunities to escape justice but have chosen to accept
responsibility for your actions. It would discourage others to do the
same if I did not recognise this, therefore I reduce the sentence to
fifty lashes.
"You
have just completed a period of military training and your records
show exemplary conduct. It shows that you understand the need for
discipline and good behaviour which makes this act of vandalism seem
like an aberration that will not be repeated. I therefore reduce the
sentence to twenty five lashes.
"Because
of my friendship with the Aulus family, the punishment will be
carried out under the supervision of a doctor who may arrange the
punishment to be spread over a period of time. Does anyone wish model teen phoebe to
object to this display of favouritism?"
The
court was silent for a time. The prosecuting lawyer considered
speaking but it was not unreasonable or unprecedented so he decided
not to antagonise Germanicus.
"For
the period that your sentence is carried out or for one week,
whichever is longer, you will be bonded to the town and carry out
cleaning duties as a reminder that you are here for defacing
property."
If
Flavius and Brutus had been frightened by Germanicus' opening
sentences, Luke had been terrified. As the only one without a
powerful and influential family he had half expected to be used as a
scapegoat to save the other two.
Germanicus
looked at the court diary. "You will report to the court office in
the Forum at nine o'clock in the morning on Saturday. In the meantime
you will be kept under house arrest in the House of Sparta."
Germanicus
rapped the gavel and stood up. The hearing was over. Although the
boys did not realise it the brief respite before their punishment
would add an extra piece to their ordeal.
While
the boys had been held by the troops Harold, as disciplinarian in the
Board of Guardians and the fathers of Brutus and Luke had discussed
how to deal with the boys. Luke's father had found it easier than
expected as Harold was roughly the same class as himself. At one
meeting, there had been a conference link with the Emperor.
"I
will not have one of my high officials behaving like this." the
Emperor had thundered, "I don't care if he is a boy, he's gone too
far."
""Your
Imperial Majesty," Harold had replied, "The House of Sparta was
set up to deal with his youthful misbehaviour. I agree that we hadn't
anticipated it being this extreme but the basic concept is working."
"I've
seen the reports prten underwear model but I still will not tolerate this behaviour. I
advise you not to to argue further Mr. Cirenson.
There
was a tense silence.
In
a
calmer voice the Emperor continued, "I need people with a bit of go
in them and it must be unique to have three people in trouble, not
trying to dump it on their colleagues. I do value people who give
honest opinions but do you realise just how ridiculous this situation
is? With the problems facing the Empire, I have to deal with a gang
of prteen bikini model
stupid boys. If I visit the Province, will I have to wait to meet
him while he attacks the Imperial train?
"That's
unfair," Harold replied, angrily, "Flavius carries out his
Provincial duties faultlessly."
"You've
forgotten who you're talking to again. When his court appearances and
prison confinement permit I want him in Rome. Bring the whole gang of
six as well Brutus' and Luke's fathers."
There
was a worried silence before the Emperor concluded, "Don't
worry. I'm only going to put the fear of God in them. I think I'm in
a position to do it more effectively than you can. The last time I
summoned a Provincial Governor to Rome, he was embezzling tax
revenues so I suppose it could be worse. I look forward to meeting
you, Mr Cirenson."
The
two
fathers looked at Harold with awe at the way he had spoken to the
Emperor but Harold needed to speak to Germanicus and so the house
arrest was arranged to permit the trip to Rome.
It
was
not a happy journey. Summonses to Rome could still be one way
journeys but at least they were carried in limousines from the
airport to the Imperial Palace and were courteously shown into an
ante-chamber leading to the the Emperor's private office. The adults
were were shown to their seats and offered refreshments while the six
boys were left to stand in a line.
Harold
was ushered in first. After the first formal bow and promise of
service Harold found himself seated in a comfortable chair opposite
the Emperor chatting over a cup of coffee. The Emperor had more or
less accepted Harold's assessment of the situation. The two fathers
were invited in next and were more confused by the informality than
by anything else. For Brutus' father it should have meant the
opportunity for advancement not dealing with wayward boys and Luke's
father was still convinced that all the fuss meant bad trouble for
Luke. Emperors had to stop their Provincial Governors from rebelling,
remove the ones that were so stupid or vicious that they incited
unrest, prevent them from lining their own pockets at the expense of
the state or deal with pleas for help from those struggling to do
their job. As he had said earlier, dealing with a Governor caught
spraying graffiti was ridiculous.
The
problem was, Flavius was doing a good job. Education was already
changing. As expected it was split between schools eagerly following
Flavius' lead and those doggedly determined to maintain the old ways.
First indications showed a definite increase in the number of lower
class boys studying and businesses buying slaves with a view to
training them. In an Empire that had lasted for thousands of years, a
plan for the next fifty years was seen as medium term. Real results
from Flavius' Imperial service, as boys completed their training,
would be seen in three to five years which would be considered fast
and decisive.
Flavius
was also well on his way to becoming one of his most popular
Governors, building a reputation for fairness and firmness. The idea
behind the House of Sparta seemed to be working.
All
Flavius knew when he was finally called into the office was that he
was standing in front of the Emperor who had the three other adults
standing beside him being told in no uncertain terms that his
behaviour was completely unacceptable for an Imperial official and
that he had let the Emperor, his father, the House of Aulus and the
house of Sparta down. It was the 'and you lily tenue model the Governor' speech that
he had been dreading and by the time the Emperor was done, Flavius
felt like a little boy trying to hold back the tears.
Brutus
and Luke were brought in next. They were reminded car and model just as forcibly
that they had failed to protect their Governor, the Emperor's
representative, and that it could well go to trial in the Imperial
court in Rome if anything like it happened again. The remarks about
the Imperial court was aimed just as much at Flavius as the other
two.
Finally
the other three boys were brought in. Flavius, Steven, Brutus, Luke,
Hans and Alan stood in line.
"I'm
watching all of you boys very carefully. You all show promise." the
Emperor said, "Just remember if you live up to that promise, I can
make you. You can go."
The
Emperor rarely made waterfall model threats but the consequences of failing to live
up their potential had been clearly implied. The meeting had lasted
less than an hour and now they were on their way back home. Harold
had almost been treated like an old friend and Brutus' and Luke's
father had also been kindly received. Luke's father was almost as
excited as the boys at seeing the Empire's capital for the first
time. Only Flavius remained unhappy. He was quiet, withdrawn and
almost sulky on the journey home.
Finally
Hans had had enough and dragged Flavius into one of the planes
serving areas after telling the flight attendants he needed model 12yr old
some
privacy. The staff knew who Flavius was and where he had been, which
made Hans important enough to be obeyed.
"You
wanted a boy's freedom and that's what you've got." Hans said,
"Stop moping because you've been told off and remember you're
getting off lightly because of your position. Without you, Luke would
have been sold into slavery by now with his family facing bankruptcy.
You'd better be in a better mood before we get home or you'll be in
trouble with me."
Flavius
knew better than to expect any sympathy from Hans but there was
something else bothering him.
"What
about David and Joshua. sexy nude supermodels They were both tortured because of me. If I
get into trouble others get hurt."
"They
were tortured because they were cowards, prepared to betray you, or
anyone else if they could gain by it. Your father would have cut
David's balls off and then had him stitched up without anaesthetic
before throwing him out. Luke and Joshua had the same opportunities.
One turned out to be a good friend, the other an enemy and you had no
control what happened to Joshua."
Flavius
nodded. He was not sullen or resentful any more, just drained. Hans
saw that he was left alone for the rest of the flight and on the
drive from the airport he seemed to be back to old self.
Of all of the boys, Alan's life was changing the most. He came from a
poor family and had been sold to cover the compensation for his
shoplifting. He'd found himself working in Harold's office and now
found himself owned by Titus. Unbeknown to Alan, Titus was
considering declaring his son, Marcus, as his heir then freeing and
adopting Alan. He had cautiously sounded Marcus who had been all for
the scheme. Marcus was more of an academic and understood that Titus
needed someone who was more physical. Titus and Alan enjoyed their
visits to a brothel together far more than Marcus would.
Paradoxically they happily explored each other's bodies and spent
time together in bed tenderly making love but when there were females
around then it was passion and sex rather than lovemaking.
Freed
slaves were not allowed public office or to inherit property unless
there there was no living bikini models sucking family but he would benefit from Titus'
patronage. Now he had even spoken to the Emperor or more accurately
the Emperor had spoken to him.
Although
he was divorcing his wife, Octavia, Titus was still considering his
elder son's future. It was obvious that he was a willing ally of his
mother but Titus was watching his family split in two and no one
wanted to pressure him into making the final decisions.
For
her
part, Octavia was making the most of Flavius' predicament. She
claimed inside knowledge, the implication being that it was Titus'
fault that the House of Aulus was disintegrating from within.
Flavius' escapade was only the first visible sign of his true
behaviour. In his degenerate rush to mix with slaves he would destroy
the Noble classes. Equal fuxx teen model education? Worrying about rubbish clearing
for people who preferred to live like pigs? Expecting Nobles to face
court like common criminals? Her comments were interspersed with
clich?s like it being the 'tip of the iceberg' or the 'start of the
slippery slope.
She
spoke cleverly and more of the Noble classes were beginning to
believe that Flavius was unfit to continue as Governor. In reality
Flavius had done little to affect the Nobles but like all third rate
politicians Octavia was playing on their worries and creating more
fear, uncertainty and doubt.
With
Titus and Publicus as second and third in line to the Governorship,
if the Nobles petitioned for his removal and could show sufficient
grounds then the courts could remove him in favour of Titus. If the
case was strong enough and Titus continued to support Flavius, it
could even pass directly to Publicus. Titus would still be Publicus'
father and expected to guide Publicus but if he had a road accident,
or something happened in one of his shipyards then it would seem less
suspicious than the Governor being killed.
Octavia
was unaware that Titus had his own plans which would affect her
schemes and she was equally unaware that, by a strange quirk of fate,
Flavius' escapade and punishment was leading to her own exposure and
the destruction of her hopes.
*******
Saturday
arrived all too quickly for Flavius, Brutus and Luke. Flavius was
sorely tempted to hide behind his position and not go to the Forum.
Surprisingly,
it was his mother who persuaded him.
"Now
that you're growing up, you and your father would never have got on."
she said, "He wouldn't have got into this sort of trouble. He
was too cautious and he would never have been able to use that street
cleaning incident to shake up the town hall. I'm as proud of the way
that you face up to your mistakes as I am for what you're achieving.
"I've
learnt something too. My personal maid knows something about style
and fashion and she's beginning to learn that I won't beat her if she
disagrees with me on the subject."
Flavius
managed a grim smile before setting off with the others. They had
removed their House of Sparta insignia and wore simple tunics.
Like
so
much else of modern Roman life there was more to the whipping than
simple punishment. It was a spectacle, part of the Gladiatorial
culture where participants were expected to face their fate with
courage and bravado. If Flavius had used his position to get out of
trouble, it would have been considered normal behaviour but he would
be remembered as the Governor who had sprayed graffiti. Instead,
their performances would be analysed as if they were sportsmen at a
major event and their crimes would be forgotten amid speculation as
to how Flavius and the others had coped.
The
whipping post was mounted on a platform. The post was at one end
while a long hard bench stretched the width of the platform. The only
form of backrest was a series of posts from which metal collars hung
by chains.
There
were seven to be punished that morning. Two had their hands cuffed in
front of them with a bianca jade model
strap wrapped round their elbows pulling their
arms tight. When the time came for them to be taken out onto the
platform, the shackled pair were led out and collared while the rest
were to be allowed to walk out in a line and sit down. All were naked
and in spite of a cool breeze they shone with the sweat from their
nervous bodies.
One
of
the shackled men was struggling and whimpering. He was gagged to keep
him quiet. Flavius sensed the contempt that the crowd felt for the
man.
Flavius
knew that he had to sit calmly. Not even Brutus was aroused by the
situation and Luke was shaking but he was trying to sit as stoically
as Flavius who shifted position so that Luke was between him and
Brutus and held his hand. Brutus took his other hand and they waited
feeling each other's support until everything was ready. The crowd
liked the little display of friendship and some even clapped.
Luke
was
the first to be called. Flavius stood up with him and hugged him.
Luke took a deep breath before striding determinedly to the post and
raising his arms so that they could be secured.
The
whip
master whispered something to Luke before taking up position. The
first blow made Luke gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. It
landed across his shoulders and Flavius watched as the welt appeared
and reddened. The second blow was just below the first and the whip
was worked down Luke's back. By five Luke was sobbing freely, he did
not have enough breath to scream and by fifteen the boy was just
hanging by his arms. The doctor ordered a halt and checked Luke's
pulse. He allowed Luke a brief rest before asking Luke something.
Luke did not have enough breath to speak and just nodded. The doctor
waited a little longer until he was satisfied and let the punishment
continue.
At
twenty Luke lost control of his bladder. Brutus and Flavius
understood why they had been advised to have enemas that morning to
really clear them out. Losing control of their bowels was a
possibility and would have been too humiliating.
Finally
it was over for Luke. His back, arse and thighs were covered with red
welts but they were evenly spaced and none crossed. Even though some
were bleeding, they would heal without scars. The doctor's slave
wrapped him him in a thermal blanket and led him back to the court
office.
Brutus
was next. He stood waiting, hoping that Flavius would hug him as
well. Flavius obliged then watched as Brutus took his turn at the
post. He managed a yell at the first stroke followed almost
immediately by uncontrolled sobbing. He managed to stay conscious and
keep control of his bladder until the eighteenth blow. It took much
longer for the doctor to be satisfied and he stopped the whipping
again at twenty three. Finally Brutus recovered enough for the last
two blows and he was led away.
After
watching his two famous petite models friends suffer, it was now his turn and Flavius
desperately longed for the reassurance he had offered the other two
but he was alone. For a moment he froze with fear.
There
was a commotion and Marcus scrambled onto the platform. Officials
rushed to intercept but the whip master held up his hand to stop
them.
He
hugged Flavius tightly saying loudly, "He's my cousin and I love
him."
It
was
unusual for boys as young as Flavius to be publicly whipped. If they
had committed a serious enough crime then they were more likely to be
sold to cover the compensation. If they came from rich families who
could afford good lawyers then they got off. So the mornings
proceedings were something of a novelty item and Marcus was just
adding to the entertainment.
The
crowd was waiting with bated breath. There was nothing wrong with
being scared providing he got over it. If he allowed his fear to turn
into panic then it would never be forgotten and Flavius would lose
all the respect he had earned for ever.
As
Flavius recovered his composure he saw Hans, Steven and Alan in the
crowd. Hans nodded approvingly. Flavius led Marcus to the edge of the
platform and helped him down so nude children modelling that he could stand by the other
three.
Seeming
to be calm and relaxed he walked steadily to the post and like Luke
raised his arms so that they could be secured.
The
whip
master spoke to him as he had to the other two.
"That
was a good show. Well done. Don't be scared to react to the pain.
You'll spoil it if the crowd thinks I'm going easy on you."
There
was a pause before Flavius heard the whistle of the whip and the
crack of the impact as his body was slammed into the post, winding
him. Then the pain started. It felt like a red hot poker was lying on
his shoulders. He was still recovering when he heard the whistle
again and the second stroke landed. He managed eight strokes before
he began sobbing uncontrollably and the doctor did not intervene
until stroke twenty when his legs gave out.
"I'm
not stopping it with just five strokes to go," the doctor said,
"Now stand up and take the weight off your arms so you can breathe
better.
Flavius
kept control of his bladder but when he was released at the end of
his whipping he collapsed to the ground unable to move. This time
Hans, Steven and Alan all rushed onto the platform to help him.
As
they
left the platform there was a round of applause from the crowd. It
had been a good performance which had added to Flavius' reputation.
They
found Luke and Brutus lying in a cell in the court office. They did
not have the luxury of beds or any other furniture so they were on
the floor on their stomachs. Strictly speaking they were not allowed
visitors but because of their age Hans, Steven and Alan were allowed
in, to in rub in a soothing cream which Hans had brought.
They
were not fit enough to walk to the barracks where child supermodels topsites they would be held
while they did their week's bondage so they were waiting for
transport.
Before
it arrived the next prisoner to have been whipped was brought in.
Although in his late twenties to early thirties he had received a
hundred lashes with a much heavier whip and was in a bad way. Hans
glanced questioningly at Flavius who nodded. Hans began to apply
cream to the man's back who groaned appreciatively.
The
doctor arrived and examined their wounds again.
"There's
no point in letting them laze around feeling sorry for themselves."
he said, "Start them on light duties after lunch. Call me if
there's any sign of infection but the welts should be gone within a
couple of weeks."
With
that he was gone and moments later the boys were led out to the truck
which would take them to the barracks where they were fed and fitted
with collars as a sign of their bondage.
Tunics
were optional and their guards decided that it would be kinder if
they stayed naked for a few days, rather than have the material chafe
their bodies. Of course the sight of their backs should have a
deterrent effect but also it should show that they are bearing their
punishment with courage and fortitude.
So,
after being given some food around midday they were led to the
massive flower beds in front young models female of the railway station. The station was
a large imposing structure designed to impress visitors as they
arrived. Laid out around the entrance was an array of flower beds.
There had been a dispute between the Town Hall and the Imperial
Railway over who should maintain them with the result that they been
left untended and were now an eyesore.
As
Governor, Flavius had suggested the Town Hall start the restoration
of the beds and bill half the costs to the IRW. His reputation for
successfully tackling bureaucracy was growing and his suggestion was
taken up before he could toyota models
stir up more trouble. The Town Hall felt a
quiet satisfaction that Flavius was labouring away at the work he had
ordered.
Over
the
week the boys were worked hard from dawn to dusk, clearing, digging
and planting. They were not allowed to slack off and by night time
all they wanted to do is sleep.
Small
incidents interrupted their routine. One that Flavius remembered for
the rest of his life happened on the first day. An old soldier walked
past Flavius as he worked. As the soldier drew close adt models to Flavius he
straightened up holding the cane he needed to walk with under his arm
looking every inch the centurion he once was and waited for Flavius
to acknowledge him. Flavius was filthy. Sweat ran in rivulets through
the dirt and he had never felt less like the Provincial Governor.
Nevertheless he straightened up as he stood in front of the veteran.
"I
just wanted to say that it would be an honour to serve under you,
sir." the old soldier said.
"Thank
you, but I don't think anyone would want to serve me at the moment."
"Naked
like a slave or in your Governor's robes, it doesn't matter. It's the
same strength, character and integrity. That's what I see."
The
soldier grinned and continued, "You're a good looking boy. I'd tiny model girls
also
serve you something with you under me. If I could still get it up for
long enough, that is."
Flavius
laughed with him. "I must get back to work before I get another
beating. Thank you, I appreciate what you said."
His
brief moment at attention had tired the old soldier and he leaned
even more heavily on his cane as he hobbled off. Flavius received
other words of encouragement during the week but the old soldier
affected him more than anything.
The
second major incident of the week involved Brutus. An obvious visitor
strolled out of the station looking lost. It was obvious that he was
a high ranking noble from Rome. Brutus, still not fully understanding
what it meant to be a slave, approached him asking if he needed
assistance. He was polite and respectful and many people would be
only too pleased to get help, overlooking the slave's impertinence.
Not
this
visitor, for moments later Brutus was picking himself off the ground
with a large bruise beginning to form on his cheek. The visitor was
oblivious to the angry looks from passers by as they subconsciously
began to close around Flavius and his friends in a protective cordon.
It was nothing obvious and as the stranger moved off the rest went
about their business. It is unlikely that a casual observer would
have noticed anything; the stranger certainly did not.
Flavius
had recognised the man as Prince Ignatius. He was known as a cruel
man who resented the fact that his distant cousin was Emperor and not
him. He had completed military service with some success. Everyone
agreed that he had earned his rank of colonel. Those in the know also
agreed that any further promotion would take him beyond his
abilities. It was obvious to Flavius that Prince Ignatius was trying
to travel incognito. Normally he insisted on wearing full military
dress with his aides never far away.
Had
Prince Ignatius dressed down to look middle class and accepted
Brutus' offer of help, Flavius would probably have not recognised
him. He knew enough about Prince Ignatius' politics to be worried by
his arrival.
Brutus
had been left unattended to recover. A guard would soon be yelling
for him to get back to work and normally Flavius would not have dared
to go to his aid. He dropped his tools and ran to Brutus.
"I'm
all right." Brutus gasped, "Get back to work before you're
punished."
"I
need to speak to the guard, on the quiet." Flavius whispered, "Act
a bit dazed."
The
guard came running over, grabbed Flavius' ear and lifted him to his
feet.
"Get
back to work, now. I don't want to punish you but I will if I have
to." he said.
"Get
someone to follow that man. Get a report to the Governor on where he
goes and who he sees. Don't let him know who I am."
Flavius
had his back to Prince Ignatius and had spoken quietly.
"Don't
be so bloody insolent. Get back to work." the guard yelled pushing
him on his way. He landed a sharp blow on Flavius' rear as he turned
his attention to Brutus who was already scrambling up.
As
Prince Ignatius walked away, irritated by the slack treatment of the
two slaves and the crowd began to carry on with it's own business,
the guard managed to pass Flavius' instructions on to a fellow
soldier who had been passing. The guard got a few angry looks for his
treatment of Flavius but he was doing his job and Flavius accepted
it, so maybe it was all right. The crowds main anger was still
directed at Prince Ignatius' departing back.
A
little
later the guard was standing over Flavius as he worked, The guard was
swatting his hand with his cane, threateningly. It should have been
thoroughly intimidating Flavius.
"Sorry
about the cane," the guard was saying, "but he was watching and I
didn't know what else to do. I've someone following him though."
"Good.
As long as he doesn't know I've recognised him. I need to see the
head of the Secret Service, General Maximilian and Hans tonight. No
one else can know though."
The
guard almost jumped to attention and saluted but remembered just in
time.
"Just
get on with it." he snapped, "You've got a barracks to clean
before you eat."
Flavius
grinned at the coded acknowledgement. In the military, high ranking
visitors mean spit and polish and he was the one on punishment.
It
did
not matter what the circumstances, there were times when no one
doubted that Flavius was in charge. In spite of him being naked and
with an iron collar round his neck, the General and the the Secret
Service chief deferred to him and it began when General Maximilian
dismissed the guard.
"He
should stay." Flavius snapped, "He's seen enough to guess what
this meeting's about so there's little point in excluding him from
the security point of view and I may need his help. God, I wish I
hadn't been so fucking stupid over that graffiti."
Both
Hans and the guard stepped forward to deal with Flavius' language
then stopped as they realised what was happening, grinning
sheepishly.
"Prince
Ignatius arrived today and it looked as if he was trying to be
incognito." Flavius began, "I know he has dealings teen cristina model with Senator
Crallus and Aunt Octavia. Father used to say that he wanted the
throne."
"Do
you know why he's here?" he asked the Secret Service chief."
"We
can't interfere." he replied, "You've killed any investigation
into Octavia stealing confidential papers. For the rest if they can
get enough support to impeach you then it's perfectly legal. We know
Ignatius plans to overthrow the Emperor and if we ever get enough
evidence we'll deal with him."
Flavius
thought for a while before turning to his guard.
"Handcuff
Hans and me, please, then give Chief Williams your gun."
Puzzled
the soldier obeyed.
"Shoot
me and Hans. You can say I went mad and shot the soldier while Hans
was trying to break me out. In the confusion we were accidentally
killed as well. Even Uncle Titus will be discredited for the way he
supports my behaviour. Octavia will have her chance to small titts model get Publicus
made governor and Ignatius will have a powerful base to work from. Is
that what the Empire needs right now?"
"Of
course not, sir. I'm loyal to you and the Emperor." Chief Williams
replied, "You've made your point and you're right. It does look as
if they're planning something. Prince Ignatius has visited
Scandinavia a few times recently and this province is of vital
strategic importance in the event of war. But even we need some proof
before we can act."
"My
office says that only about a quarter of the Nobles hate my reforms
enough to actively come after me. Would you agree, Chief Williams?"
"I'd
put it at fifteen to twenty per cent at present. You're not the
spoiled brat that boy rulers tend to be and even the nobles can
appreciate that."
"In
which case we'll hold a reception. Say a week after I finish here.
Chief Williams, General Maximilian, find an excuse to keep Ignatius
here. Maybe he'd drop his cover if he was to take a parade or
something. Hans, tell my mother and Matthew to start organising it.
He
paused as he collected his thoughts. "There's a slave at the
palace, John. All he wants is, to be a gardener and we could do with
his knowledge when it comes to planting. He could come and go freely
and as act as a messenger if I need one. It was only luck that
Private Black here saw nude model men a friend who could follow Ignatius."
Flavius
yawned. "I'd like to get some sleep, please. The bloody guard's
going to have me up before dawn."
The
others grinned at his jibe at Private Black and the meeting broke up
though the soldier had orders to report back to the office.
When
Private Black returned, he was alone with General Maximilian; the
others had gone.
"Pour
yourself a drink and sit down, son." the General said, "How are
you getting on with our Provincial Governor?"
"Er....
It's an honour to........" Private Black tailed off unsure how to
answer.
The
General chuckled, "He's no tactician. If he ira xxx model organised an ambush
he'd have the troops shooting each other in the crossfire but he's
been learning about strategy since he learned to talk. If you were
going to say that it's an honour to guard him then I agree. He's
trying to salvage his reputation after larisa ls models an act of gross stupidity and
his courage is impressive. Are you planning on fucking him?"
"No!
Of course not, sir."
"Why
not? He's a slave even if he is only bonded and he'll probably enjoy
it. Have you noticed, when he needs to be Governor there's no
mistaking it but there are other times he needs chica modelo desnuda to be a boy. He's a
tough boy so don't do him any favours but when you've finished with
him, let him be a child and cuddle him so he feels safe and
protected."
"It's
easy for you to say, sir." Private Black said. The drink had made
it difficult for him to keep up with the jumps in General
Maximilian's conversation and his guard had slipped. "He offered to
have me shot tonight just because I was here. Privates don't get on
the wrong side of Provincial Governors."
"General's
don't, either, son." General Maximilian laughed, "You betray him
and he'll cut out your intestines then strangle you with them. If you
support him he'll support you and it won't do your promotion
prospects much harm either. You're a fit, tough young soldier and you
excelled at basic training. You want to please Flavius then expect
him to measure up to your standards. By the way, didn't you recognise
that little piece of melodrama?
Private
Black shook his head.
"It
came from a film that was on television a few weeks ago. Dreadful
thing but Flavius must have liked it. Chief Williams wanted to help
and just needed als scan model
Flavius to say that he thought the plot would harm
the Empire. Flavius was adult enough to see the argument and juvenile
enough to use that corny scene.
The
soldier nodded. "It is an honour to serve a man like Governor
Flavius. It's just that I was trained to do it by aiming a gun at the
Empire's enemies, not looking after some wonder kid."
"Pour
us another drink and make sure yours is a double. You're going to
need it." General Maximilian said, mock seriously.
"When
the two men were seated again he continued, "Promotion through the
ranks does happen especially in time of war but there's the same sort
of opposition as there is in the education system. There's a vacancy
coming up on an officer training course and I'm going to recommend
you and ask His Excellency to sponsor you."
As
the
soldier stared not sure that he had heard right, "You know he's
trying to open up the education system as his Imperial toples models Service. I'm
going to back him by saying that officer training is education.
You've an excellent record and you show initiative. That's why you
were chosen for this particular guard duty. How do feel about serving
His Excellency now?"
"It's
not what I expected. May I ask a personal question, Sir?"
The
General nodded.
"It's
about your boy, Steven youngest sexy modells and what you said earlier. Is that how you
treat him?"
The
General smiled, "Steven's got a warm loving family. I think I need
a bit of Tender Loving Care more than he does. He'll get fed up with
me and my games before long and move on but I've had a chance to
learn about him and find out what Flavius sees in him. I'm impressed.
He'll always have my backing and support as if he were my son."
The
conversation continued until the bottle was empty and the Private
staggered off to his quarters. He had seen guarding petty criminals
while they worked out a sentence as beneath him and some sort of
unofficial reprimand. Since he had discovered who he would be
guarding, he had begun to realise that the opposite was true and the
stakes were still being raised. He just hoped he did not let anyone
down.
Chapter
10
During
the course of the next day, Private Black watched Flavius carefully.
The slave, John showed up and supervised the planting of the flower
beds. He was nervous, still unwilling to see Flavius as anything
except his master. At one point, Flavius had looked annoyed and as
the soldier approached he heard Flavius say in an exasperated voice,
"You know what's going on. I'm more likely to get whipped than you
are if this goes wrong so just tell me how deep to plant these
fucking things."
Private
Black decided that he had not heard heard Flavius rudeness as it
seemed to steady John who gradually gained in confidence. Flavius and
the others followed John's instructions while in his turn John had
been lent a mobile phone and shown how to use it so that he could
call the head gardener at the palace for advice or pass on messages
from Flavius.
That
night he took Flavius to his quarters.
"I'm
entitled to a personal servant and you're my first choice while on
this duty. You're good looking, use your initiative and you're
tough." the soldier said, "General Maximilian has the idea that
you would sponsor me for officer training and after the Emperor
you're my commanding officer, yet I'm supposed to see you as just a
slave that I can fuck if I feel like it. It's crazy."
"If
you wanted the Governor's sponsorship, shouldn't you have been nice
and kind to him so that he thinks of you as a friend?"
"Maybe.
However I treat you I'm trying to get something out of it. That's
what worries me. I heard you swear at that slave this morning and
just then you forget to call me, sir. Do I let you off because I'm
sucking up to you or because you helped calm John."
"The
Emperor says that he can't trust a man who says that doesn't want
anything from him." Flavius grinned cheekily, "The Governor would
like you to let me off this time providing I'm not rude again, sir
and I would like to be your servant. Slaves don't have to worry about
plots, wars and politics, sir."
Private
Black might have hesitated longer but there was a knock at the door
and like a good servant Flavius went to answer it.
The
visitor was Private friend, the one who had followed Prince Ignatius
the day before. He was vaguely surprised to see that Private Black
had a slave but he thrust a bottle of Scotch into Flavius hands,
telling him to open it and fetch a couple of glasses.
"Reg,
can you tell the boy to vanish." the visitor said, "I've got
something model storyboard to tell you about that guy you had me follow yesterday."
Reg
grinned, "It's true what they say then, people never look at
slaves."
Reg's
friend turned to look at Flavius but as he did so there was another
knock. General Maximilian had arrived with Steven.
"Relax.
I don't normally invade my soldiers time off but Steven here would
like to talk to Flavius."
Reg
was
getting used to dealing with his superiors in unusual situations and
merely stood long enough to greet the General and offer him a seat.
His friend was less relaxed trying to stand at attention holding a
glass of whisky.
"Joe,
sit down." Reg commanded, "You're behaving like a rookie fresh
out of basic training. Now! What were you going to say about
yesterday?"
"That
guy you asked me to follow. It's Prince Ignatius but he registered as
Julius Mobius. I recognised him though. He's Commander in Chief of my
old legion before I transferred here. He was talking to some Lady in
the Hotel Britannia."
"OK
son, I'm going to stop you there. It was a good try but you got in
the way of a secret service agent. He saw the Lady Octavia. Do you
know what's going on."
"Only
the gossip, sir." Joe replied, "Some of the Nobles are planning a
coup. They talk in models art biz front of slaves and it leaks out. Are you trying
to stop them, sir."
"Flavius?"
General Maximilian said.
"Yes,
we're going to stop them." Flavius said angrily, "If it wasn't
for a promise, Octavia would be dead by now. They're trying to do it
legally for now but when they try something I can get them for then
I'll make this week seem like a health spar."
Joe
thought back to the General's remarks about traitors being strangled
with their own intestines and suddenly believed him. He also
understood how Flavius was clear on who his friends were and what he
expected from them.
"This
week isn't over yet so how about attending to your duties and filling
our glasses."
Everyone
except Steven looked startled. He was just amused thinking it could
have been Hans speaking. Flavius jumped as Reg swatted his backside
and he hurried to obey.
"Joe.
We'll have this drink and head for a bar." Reg said, "The General
has business to deal with."
"Excuse
me sir, these are your quarters." Flavius said, "The Governor
thinks you're an ally and doesn't see why you should leave."
Private
Black glanced at his General who shrugged, "Unless you've got state
secrets, Steven, let's have your news."
"It's
nothing much, sir." Steven replied, "The lady Julia has started
on the reception. She wants to know who's going to help with your
speech."
"Speech?"
Flavius asked.
"She
says that you need to clear the air. Play down this graffiti business
and explain your plans for the future. Say that you're going to
review the role that the House of Sparta plays in your life and that
you'll remember your position in the future. That sort of thing."
"I
suppose it's a good idea. I'll think about what I'm going to say.
Anything else?"
"Should
she invite Octavia and Publicus? Maybe a public reconciliation would
make it harder for them to back an impeachment."
Flavius
stumbled. He had worked a long exhausting day and was still acting as
a servant. He was almost too tired to think.
"Invite
them as members of the Noble classes. We can always greet them as
family at the time but I need time to think."
"Unless
there's anything urgent, that's enough." Reg said firmly, "Flavius
go lay on my bed. I'll be there later. Be ready."
Joe
stared at his friend. Surely he was going to be in big trouble for
the way he was treating Flavius.
"You've
taken my tgp prteen models advice then," General Maximilian said, "I told you he
was tough."
"Yes
sir. Perhaps your boy could fill our glasses again. Joe looks as
though he needs one."
General
Maximilian grinned, "I do apologise for bursting in like daisy model ixtractor
this but
Steven often spends a night with me tims tiny models so it's not unusual for him to be
in the barracks."
"So
he
can carry messages to and from the Palace." Joe said brightly.
"If
you'd like to stay and help finish this bottle off, sir, you'd be
very welcome." Reg said, "And then I'm going to chuck you all
out. I've got to be up early and I need some sleep."
When
Reg
finally staggered into bed he fell asleep with Flavius spooned into
him and his arms wrapped round the boy. He awoke the next morning to
a gentle shake, just before dawn. Flavius stood beside the bed with
Reg's breakfast on a tray.
He
was
sporting a full blown hard on which refused to go down. Reg's cock,
already half hard, stiffened in sympathy. As Reg ate he wondered how
Flavius would cope being 'on display' while he worked and how long it
would before it deflated through tiredness caused by the hard work.
Reg
wanted his own relief and depriving Flavius of his chance would be
too cruel. Telling Flavius to put the tray down and straddle him,
Flavius guided Reg's cock up inside himself and gradually sank down
until he could feel Reg's pubes against his arse. He began riding up
and down the shaft impaling him as Reg grabbed his cock and stroked
it with increasing intensity. Flavius came first shooting wads over
Reg's chest. As Reg felt Flavius clamp tight around him, he shot deep
into the boy.
Flavius'
face screwed up with pain and he cried out. Briefly Reg was scared
that he had ripped the boy internally but it dawned on him that he
was still holding his cock and in the intensity of the moment had
squeezed it hard. As he let go Flavius relaxed but made no attempt to
move. Only Reg's softening cock separated them.
"Have
you eaten, yet?" Reg asked.
"Yes
sir," Flavius replied, "We were taught how to behave at the
training camp."
The
remaining days of his punishment followed the pattern that had been
set except Reg did not have visitors very often. While Brutus and
Luke slept or played with each other, Flavius would serve Reg --
cleaning his equipment, washing his clothes, preparing food as well
as having his hole filled whenever Reg wanted it. Reg tended to stay
naked and often, being bent over the sink, ironing board, chair or
wherever he was working, was the first warning that Flavius had that
he was about to be penetrated.
Flavius
fell asleep the second he was allowed to lay down yet he always
managed to be firmly nestled into Reg's hard, muscular and comforting
body.
Even
when he was working on the flower beds, clearing brambles, digging
ready for planting he felt safe when he knew that Reg was nearby. He
might earn the occasional lash when he slacked off but Reg seemed to
protect him from the bigger dangers he was facing.
When
his
sentence was completed he slept for nearly a day. His extra duties
serving Reg left him drained and weary. Even Hans was concerned about
his gaunt appearance when he returned to the Palace but Flavius was
strangely content and missed Reg.
Whenever
he lived in his own quarters there would a steady stream of flunkies
wanting to hand over responsibility to him. They made the decisions
when he was unavailable but seemed unable to do so when he was
present and inevitably he retreated to the House of Sparta. He
managed to rest for a day with Hans keeping everyone away.
Hans
had
even managed to stand up to Flavius' mother, Julia, and ensured that
she did not bother him about the reception.
When
he
was feeling like his old self he summoned Germanicus and they worked
together in his office for an afternoon preparing his speech. The
following day he went over it with General Maximilian and Chief
Williams. He spent that evening in the House of Sparta with his
friends. Brutus and Luke were fully recovered and although Luke was
unused to his new companions and being part of the Palace household
he grinned happily when he saw Flavius.
Alan
was his usual cheerful self, kneeling between Titus and his son,
Marcus. Hans and Steven concentrated on serving Germanicus, Juan,
Matthew and Harold, the Board of Guardians looking after Flavius'
interests.
Conversation
centred around the reception. In particular, Luke's parents who had
been invited. Flavius had been as surprised as anyone that Julia had
included them along with Steven's mother and father. Although not yet
fully comfortable with her son's egalitarian attitudes she was aware
of the respect that the House of Sparta was gaining and she wanted to
show her support.
The
reception itself followed a similar pattern to the previous one until
Flavius began his speech. He looked around the hall. Octavia,
Plubicus and Prince Ignatius were standing with Senator Crallus and a
small group of Nobles. There seemed to be a gap between them and the
rest of the crowd but it was narrow, almost invisible.
"I
made a stupid mistake a little while ago." he began, " My excuse
is that I'm a boy, my friends are boys and we make boyish mistakes.
However, I put my Governorship at risk, left the province a little
less stable and so I let the Emperor down. As a boy I have a lot to
learn and I have learnt many lessons from my experiences, especially
about trust.
Flavius
paused and glanced around the room. The crowd was listening,
fascinated by what he was saying.
"My
guard, from the House of Sparta. is made up of all ranks from slaves
to Nobles. In various ways they have all proved their loyalty to me
and my service to the Emperor and I see them all as noble." Flavius
paused looking for his cousin, "Marcus, come and stand by me."
Marcus
stepped hesitantly forward.
"It
is
my wish that Marcus be recognised as my heir until the birth of my
first son. Should anything happen to me I ask that the Board of
Guardians and the House of Sparta support him until his twenty first
birthday."
Marcus
looked stunned and Flavius waited until his guests had settled down
again.
"Some
of you think that I should be impeached because of my recent
behaviour. If that is your honest opinion so be it. I expect you to
be true to yourself and you will still be welcome at the House of
Aulus. My defence is that I behaved little better than a slave, I was
punished as a slave and I deserved it. I did not plead the protection
of the House of Aulus nor the Governor's Palace and my back assures
me that I did not receive it."
Flavius
glanced round the room again as the chuckles died down. The gap
between Octavia's gang and the rest of the audience seemed a little
clearer and the gang seemed smaller.
"I
must stress that the office of Governor had no part in my
activities."
Flavius
sensed that he had made his point and it was time to move on.
"This
province is loyal to the Emperor and will remain so for as long as
I'm Governor. When I put it's stability at risk it was through
stupidity and I was punished. If anyone does so out of treachery then
they can expect punishment appropriate to their crime. I will not
show leniency when I did not expect it for myself."
Flavius
paused again. His last line had been a cue for Reg and Joe to enter
the hall in full uniform and approach Octavia's group.
"Publicus
Aulus. You are under arrest for being drunk and disorderly, criminal
damage and using insulting language. Come with us, please."
Publicus
was too stunned to protest but a babble of excited conversation built
up as guests absorbed what had just happened.
Flavius
raised his hand asking for silence and looked directly at Octavia. "I
made a promise to protect someone from harm. I can only keep that
promise for another twenty four hours. After that time, anyone in
this province involved in plots against the Emperor will top toplist models be arrested,
irrespective of rank. It will not be a witch hunt. The evidence will
be genuine and substantial but it might not have anything to do with
treachery."
Octavia,
Senator Crallus and Prince Ignatius were now alone and Flavius had
been looking in their direction while he spoke. The noise from the
floor fell silent again as the crowd realised that Flavius was
waiting for a reaction. The tension became physical as the entire
room stared at the gang of three.
"I'm
a
Prince of the Imperial family. How dare you try to humiliate me like
this." Prince Ignatius roared out.
"You
attacked a slave when you first arrived. That is damaging municipal
property. You arrived in town as Julius Mobius and that is the name
on your invitation. Don't forget that I have experience in not
embarrassing noble houses over petty crimes. General Maximilian, if
you please."
The
General spoke into a small handset and four more soldiers entered the
hall. Still obviously furious Prince Ignatius fumbled inside a
pocket. Instantly there were four guns pointing at him. He stopped
then very slowly withdrew his hand holding the gun between two
fingers. At a nod from Flavius, General Maximilian arrested Prince
Ignatius under the name of Julius Mobius who was then led away by the
four soldiers.
Octavia
had assumed that her invitation had been because of Flavius weakness
and a need to come to terms with his enemies. She had been deluded
enough to think maybe she could control him the way she planned on
manipulating Publicus. She did not realise it yet but she was about
to lose everything. Titus had planned on giving her estates to
provide her with an income after their divorce. In the meantime she
was living on credit and Flavius had just destroyed any influence she
might have. Titus no longer felt that he could support her in any way
and withdrew his promise of the estates so that, not only would she
be unable to borrow any more, she would be unable to pay back her
loans.
Flavius
still felt obliged to honour his promise to Marcus and persuaded
Titus to transfer the estates to his son. Marcus then paid his mother
a pension for the rest of her life. He would also pay off her debts.
Her creditors only had to ask. Of course if they did ask they would
be implicated in her plotting.
All
that
would be in the future. For now Flavius had the rest of the reception
to get through. For rest of the evening he circulated among his
guests. Those associated with Octavia were ignored. One or two had
supported his impeachment but not the plotting. Flavius greeted them
formally and made them feel welcome. Others, he greeted warmly,
treating them like friends. Reg and Joe returned, standing stiffly to
attention as image florencemodel they reported to General Maximilian. Flavius spoiled the
military effect by hugging Reg then insisting on fetching the
soldiers a drink. His demeanour was a caricature of an obedient slave
which had everyone laughing. He spoke with Luke's parents putting
them at ease as well as with the Cirensons. The rest of the Sparta
boys took turns in guarding him. There were always two standing just
behind him. Except for Alan and Hans they all had a chance to spend
time with their parents. Alan was able to stand with Titus and Marcus
for a time and Hans was called over to Julia.
"All
of Flavius' friends seem to gaining something except you." she
said, "Even the other slave seems to have a new family. So what do
you want?"
"I
don't know My Lady," Hans replied, "I'm used to being a slave.
Master Flavius is no ordinary owner and I like serving him."
"Sit
down, boy and have a drink."Julia commanded, "I'm sorry. I should
have asked, not ordered but I'd like you to sit down and relax.
Flavius is showing the world how he deals with his friends, and his
enemies. Let them see that you're a friend."
She
called Flavius over.
"While
you're showing your gratitude to your supporters, you're forgetting
your oldest ally. Have you considered giving him his freedom?"
"You've
changed, Mother." Flavius laughed, "You seem to cavort with
slaves more than I do nowadays."
"Maybe."
Julia acknowledged, "but it's part of Roman culture that slavery's
not natural. There's always been manumission and laws on the
treatment of slaves. I'm beginning to understand why. Now why is Hans
here the only one not being rewarded for your success?"
"Hans
and I have talked about it. I owe him and when he wants something
he'll get it. In the meantime, if I neglect my duties tonight I'll be
in trouble with him when we're back in the House of Sparta."
Julia
saw the conspiratorial grin the two boys shared.
"In
that case I shall consider it my motherly duty to get him a little
drunk so that he doesn't notice all your mistakes." Julia said
lightly trying to match ftv model picture
her son's mood.
Some
time later, Marcus approached Flavius.
"What's
going to happen to Publicus?" he asked.
I
haven't decided yet." Flavius replied, "Joshua was promised a
reward for getting me into trouble so your brother succeeded in
betraying him and me. I don't like that."
"Neither
do I." Marcus replied, "He's still my brother though so I've got
to ask. Will you go easy on him? Mother pushed him."
"If
he
wants to be a lapdog then I'll make sure he spends the rest of his
life walking on all fours with a collar and leash. I'm sorry Marcus
but there's a price for going up against me."
Marcus
shrugged, "He got me into trouble often enough. If you hadn't gone
along with Joshua he'd have tried something else and kept trying
until you slipped up. It's his way to make himself out the angel and
me the devil. I mean this time it was you."
The
reception began to wind down and Flavius was able to escape to his
bed. For once he slept in his own quarters in the Palace. Julia had
kept her promise and Hans was in no fit state to look after Flavius.
Luke volunteered to act as servant.
He
spent
the night asleep on the floor beside Flavius' bed and the morning
laying beside Flavius with Flavius' cock firmly impaling him. Flavius
had found the previous night emotionally exhausting and he needed to
rest. As General Maximilian pointed out he needed the comfort that a
warm body provides and he slept until past noon wrapped around Luke.
The
only
business he conducted that day was a conference between himself,
Titus, Marcus and Germanicus. Flavius had destroyed any opposition
against him. With Marcus, his ally, declared heir and Publicus
arrested for drunkenness there was no credible replacement for
Flavius. At least none that Octavia could manipulate. She was now
useless to any rebellion and completely dependent on the family she
had betrayed. It was Germanicus who suggested that Marcus have
estates and administer his mother's pension. And, it was Germanicus
who suggested that it be enough to allow her a small cottage in a
remote village and a single servant.
Prince
Ignatius was transferred to Rome. His treatment at Flavius' hands
swung between amusement and annoyance. To have been outwitted by a
boy had destroyed his credibility as a leader of a rebellion. Being
arrested on such a trivial offence made him a laughing stock. Flavius
had used his own arrest and trial, which had avoided using his role
as Governor, as a precedent. Prince Ignatius had the choice of
involving the Imperial family in a petty crime or facing the charge
incognito. On the other hand he was a member of the Imperial family
and Flavius should have treated him with more respect.
The
Emperor ruled that, since the case was against Julius Mobius, if
Julius Mobius and all his aliases, ceased to exist then so did the
case. The ruling meant that Prince Ignatius could be arrested if he
ever travelled incognito again and so all his movements became part
of the Imperial record. It made his position as a leader of a
rebellion harder to sustain.
The
evidence against Octavia and Prince Ignatius was flimsy and the time
was long gone when they could have been quietly assassinated so
humiliation and isolation were very useful substitutes.
Publicus'
trial came up a couple of days after the reception. He looked
relieved when he saw Flavius and Marcus in court but fear showed when
no one offered to help with his defence. He could only stand and
agree with the list of trouble he had caused when it was read out.
Flavius had ordered that an investigator look into Publicus behaviour
as far back as possible and he gasped when the total bill for
compensation was read out and showed real terror when it became
obvious that no one was going to pay it for him. He had received a
generous allowance from his parents which he had spent but he had no
savings.
The
court ruled that he be enslaved and sold. It was then that Flavius
stood up.
"Your
Honour, this slave used to be a part of my family. It could be that
an unscrupulous buyer might try to take advantage of the fact. I
would therefore like to make the purchase directly. I'll match the
full asking price which I believe to be above the market value."
Flavius
was right. At seventeen he would only be bought as a labourer and
Publicus was chubby and unfit. The court agreed with Flavius and the
deal was done. Publicus still hoped that Flavius would save him but
he was beginning to dread his future.
Publicus
was taken to a cell and a collar fitted to his neck with iron bars
and cuffs for his wrists. Once in place his arms were held in line
with his shoulders but wider apart. A chain hanging from the ceiling
was attached to his collar so that he had to stand upright.
It
seemed an age before Flavius arrived for him still accompanied by
Marcus.
"Am
I
glad to see you." Publicus said as he saw Flavius. "Look what
these idiots have done to me."
Flavius
drove his fist hard into Publicus' solar plexus. He tried doubling
over with the pain but the chain held him up. Flavius slapped his
face hard.
"You
will show respect to your betters, boy." Flavius said sharply, "Get
used to your new situation."
Flavius
took a knife from a slave, slipped it under Publicus' clothes and
sliced. The clothes fell away leaving Publicus naked; the slave
removing Publicus' shoes.
Flavius
might not deign to kneel to deal with Publicus' footwear, but he was
making Publicus' humiliation very personal. He was dressed in
expensive, smart but informal clothes, appropriate for his brief
speech in court while stripping Publicus of every shred of dignity.
Flavius began examining Publicus body. He handled it, feeling for
muscle tone, opening the new slaves mouth to check his teeth and
examining his eyes. He ordered the slave serving him to wash Publicus
genitals and crack before checking those regions.
Flavius
was not being deliberately sexual but the thrill of destroying and
humiliating his defeated enemy was a definite turn on. Publicus could
only stand and accept whatever Flavius chose to do, learning that his
body was now merely property for his Master's use. He thought of
asking for Flavius' mercy but did not dare risk further punishment.
Sooner or later his Mother would rescue him and demand some sort of
compensation for his treatment.
"You
can have whatever's left over when I've finished with him," Flavius
said to Marcus, "You can free him if you like. It won't matter
because he'll only be a Freed Man.
Publicus
had lost all rank and status at his enslavement. Variations of laws
dating back to the earliest times of the Empire prevented him from
gaining any other rank other than Freed Man although his children
could go higher. Marcus was a noble and therefore, legally, he was
Titus' only surviving son and heir. Titus was thinking of adopting
Alan. If Marcus died then Titus' heir would jump to Alan's future
children if he ever married. If, afterwards, Titus re-adopted
Publicus then legally his children would be junior to Alan's. Once
Marcus married and had his own natural son then that boy would be
heir. It was all very complicated but in law Publicus had lost all
title in the House of Aulus and most importantly it was impossible
for him to succeed Flavius.
Allowing
Publicus to be enslaved had been a shrewd suggestion by Germanicus
and Flavius relished in the destruction of his enemies.
Publicus
was beginning to understand what had happened to him and that he was
now useless to his Mother. Flavius attached a leash to the ring on
the front of Publicus collar atk models ebony before releasing the chain.
"You
can hold the leash, Marcus, "Flavius said, "Let's get him home
and then we'll start on his training."
Centuries
ago victorious generals would parade through Rome in a Triumph. There
was a trace of that ancient custom in Flavius' progress back to the
Palace. He led the way followed by Marcus leading Publicus, still
naked and in irons. Flavius would stop, greeting friends or nobles,
sometimes including Marcus in the conversation. Publicus could just
stand, his body completely exposed to inspection. Given his lack of
fitness the appraisals led to ridicule and scorn. bikini models thongs
He was tainted by
the word, treachery and no one sympathised with his situation.
At
one
point Flavius and Marcus had sat outside a tavern enjoying a drink
with a Noble who was openly opposed to his education reforms. They
argued the issues and Marcus illegal preten model could see that the Noble was impressed
with some of the points that Flavius had made. The friendliness that
Flavius showed to a Noble who openly opposed him, made Publicus'
situation even worse, emphasising the deceit and back stabbing
activities of Publicus and his mother.
Back
at
the Palace a slave greeted Flavius and led Publicus down to the
slave's quarters into the room where Flavius had tortured David. Like
the court house Publicus was left standing with his collar clipped to
a chain hanging from the ceiling.
Flavius
had called a meeting of the Board of Guardians and included the
fathers of Brutus and Luke. They met in his office while the other
Sparta boys served refreshments.
"I've
been talking to the Emperor. He's not happy that I've humiliated a
member of the Imperial family but since he insisted on describing
Ignatius as the family idiot I don't think it's too serious."
He
paused while the others chuckled at his remarks.
"Prince
Ignatius' plot was regarded as a low grade risk. The Imperial Palace
reckons that it would have taken about five hundred years before it
became a real threat. The plan was simple; stir up unrest in a
province, the Governor then makes concessions to the Prince's people
so that they get a little bit more control.
"Prince
Ignatius seemed to believe that there'll be a critical point where
they've got so much influence they'll be able to go for the Imperial
Throne. He's enough of a megalomaniac to believe that the crisis
could be any day. Because I'm a boy I was seen as weak and
vulnerable. This Province is of vital strategic importance and he has
interests in Scandinavia. I wasn't told what they are but we became a
prime target. The theft of papers was the start of their campaign and
they had a list of other tricks ready to try and undermine my
Governorship.
"My
stupidity in going along with Joshua was a bonus. They saw my
fraternising with the lower ranks as weakness and completely
underestimated the loyalty of all my friends. They also grossly
over-estimated their own intelligence and the support they truly had.
Most were hangers on who thought the wind was blowing in their
direction.
"We
might not have saved the Empire but we have stopped a major
irritation. Prince Ignatius was an embarrassment. No one thought of
having him arrested under his alias before but it does keep the
Imperial Family out of the records. His defence will argue that
Brutus was rude and deserved a far worse punishment so the charges
won't stick and the case will be quietly buried.. The real point is,
if I can do it and not be called to Rome, then so can any Governor.
My own trial and punishment has set a precedent and now has Imperial
approval. If Ignatius tries his tricks again Imperial lawyers will
unofficially advise governors on possible charges. He could spend an
awful lot of time in police cells."
The
others chuckled again. They had all known that something was going on
but it had never been very clear, so it had been good to have the
bigger picture explained.
"Uncle
Titus. I'm sorry about Aunt Octavia and Publicus but they were
plotting against me." Flavius said, "I can't ignore that."
"No!
You can't." Titus replied, "I'm not happy at you involving Marcus
though. I'd rather hand those estates over to you."
"If
you did that, she'd starve by Winter." Flavius replied, "Marcus
spoke up for them and he can look after them. I'm going to give
Publicus to him but first I'll see that he's properly trained so that
Marcus can manage him."
"Supposing
I give him his freedom back?" Marcus asked.
"What
will you do with him? Send him away. There's a shortage of gardeners.
He could train with my slave John. Whatever happens he's no longer
your brother and he can't claim any family titles. He's downstairs
waiting for me and I'm going to make him sorry he tried to cross me.
I've told before, you're only going to get what's left."
Flavius
pressed a buzzer on his desk and Craig, who had been summoned
earlier, entered. Craig was the slave who had been involved in the
stolen papers.
"There's
a new slave in your quarters." Flavius said, breathing heavily,
"Start his education. Show him what happens when he betrays me.
I'll be down later so just soften him up and let him know what to
expect."
Craig
looked shocked. There was a fire in Flavius eyes that he had never
seen before and it scared him.
"Please,
Master." Craig cried out, "It sounds as if you want me to torture
him. We don't do that to new slaves."
Flavius
leapt up, leaning across the desk to slap Craig hard across the face.
"How
dare you tell me what I do and don't do. I'll have skin off your back
as well. Get down there and wait for me."
Flavius
had run from behind his desk with his hand raised to strike Craig
again. Suddenly his arm was grabbed and he was yanked back. He turned
to Harold glaring angrily at him.
"What
the hell do you think you're doing?" Harold yelled, the fury
evident in his voice, "You do not treat anyone like that or is
everything you've achieved so far a sham?"
Flavius
relaxed, the colour draining from his face as Harold let go of his
arm. Without warning his legs lost all their strength and he would
have fallen if Craig had not grabbed him.
As
Flavius regained regained consciousness he wrapped his arms round
Craig, sobbing uncontrollably. Craig looked confused not knowing what
was happening or what to do.
Harold
pointed to a chair and Craig sat down carefully pulling Flavius onto
his lap.
"What's
wrong with Flavius?" Marcus asked worriedly.
"He's
learning something about himself," Hans said quietly, "He's got
all those adult responsibilities and he's discovering how good it
feels to have all that power over people. The House of Sparta exists
so that he can learn to control it all. Let him cry all the fears and
worries of the last few weeks out of him.
Hans
was
talking to Flavius as much as anyone.
"Would
everybody else go through to the House of Sparta, please. The boys
will look after our guests."
Hans
looked at Titus, "Should we call his Mother?"
"Not
yet." he replied, " Alan, stay here and look after them. Get
Craig anything he wants."
Once
they were settled in the House of Sparta, Germanicus said, "It must
be difficult for you, Titus, knowing what your nephew and your wife
and son are trying to do to each other.
Titus
nodded miserably, "I feel like I'm going to burst. What do you
think, Harold? Do you think that was just a reaction to everything?"
Harold
shrugged.
"I
don't know for certain but I would think so. He's probably still
grieving for his father and so much has happened since the funeral.
He needs a rest. Hans send someone to see how Publicus is doing. I
don't know what Flavius is going to do but there's no point in
accidentally damaging him."
Titus
nodded gratefully. He was ashamed of his son's treachery and
sympathised with Flavius' anger. He was also disappointed with
Publicus' weakness. He blamed himself for letting his wife, Octavia,
decide on his upbringing. But, Publicus was still his son and Titus
wanted to help him. The room fell silent, everyone lost in their own
thoughts.
Craig
could not move. Flavius had fallen into a deep sleep, arms wrapped
tightly around him. Harold was right, Flavius was free gallery modells
exhausted. He had
only slowly come to realise that the troubles of the last few weeks
were finally past him and littlenadiamodel
a reaction had set in.
Hans
looked in the office every so often to check but did not disturb
anyone. Finally Titus went and spoke to Flavius' mother, Julia.
To Be Continued

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