M-175-21 Satyricon 70
Satyricon 70
Midwood
M-175-21
Roberto
$1.75
Excerpt
Persus sat up slowly, then swung his legs over the side of the table while his manservant came forward, took him by the hand and assisted him as he stepped down into the warm, sweet smelling water. The water was only knee deep. Persus gently eased himself down until he was sitting in it and enjoyed the feel of the warm tiles while Lupus removed his own tunic and prepared to get into the tub.
“I suppose he commanded you to fellate him?” Persus inquired.
“Yes, master,” Lupus answered, stepping into the tub. He took a large sponge and began to bathe the back of the man’s neck and his shoulders.
“Try to forgive him, Lupus,” Persus said. “He is very young and as I said, he is hot-tempered and ill-mannered. I’m hoping that as he gets older his disposition will improve. Those friends of his are quite an influence and I suppose they are doing the same things with their fathers’ slaves, so naturally Camillus follows suit.” Persus held his arm straight out so that Lupus could wash it and he seemed to delight in the rough-textured sponge. He then extended the other arm when Lupus had finished. As usual, Lupus had gotten the water at just the right temperature and Persus felt his buttocks tingle as he sat on the warm tiles, and his lower extremities, lulled by—the scented water, luxuriated in the stimulation.
Then Persus stood up and the manservant briskly rubbed his back, buttocks and the backs of his thighs with the scented soap. Lupus was always careful to take an equal length of time working along his master’s back so that he would not arouse undue suspicion if he seemed to linger when he had transferred his efforts to the front. When Lupus did move around to face Persus, he briskly worked the sponge over the chest, making the nipples stand out erectly. Down his hands worked; past the navel and across an abdomen now flattened considerably by hard travel. Then Lupus worked on the thighs and calves, enjoying this particularly because he had to kneel to do so and his master could not read the expression which he feared was in his eyes every time. The back of his hand brushed soapily past the twin globes which, because of the heat of the water, now hung low, stretching their sac to the utmost. They now dangled there enticingly, encased in a froth of multi-colored bubbles.
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