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The sun and freedom's breath

By Vittorio Carvelli

(Illustrations are from the original publication)

This is Chapter VII of the novel The Story of Gracchus, published in installments on Carvelli's site GracchusRome. Markos, a Greek youth with Roman connections, has been captured by pirates on his way to Rome and sold into slavery. He's acquired by the rich Roman patrician Gnaeus Octavius Gracchus and inserted into the latter's household at the Villa Auri. Marcus is apparently destined for more---tutors and coaches are taking care of the young slave's education, an education which extends to his sexual well-being as well. In the last chapter, he was introduced by another slave of the household, Cleo, to the joys of anal penetration; they are sleeping in each others arms when Chapter VII begins.

 © Copyright Vittorio Carvelli 2016

The title of this chapter may suggest that Markos will be trying try to escape---but you'd be wrong.

Markos knows already that the life outside the villa is hard, and very dangerous. The Roman Empire was not organized as a welfare state.

Villa Auri

Many people were living well below the poverty line, and half-starved people can be very dangerous---particularly as, in most areas of the empire, including most of Italy, there was no organized police force. For an inexperienced teenager, like Markos, living on the street could well be fatal.

In contrast, life at the Villa Auri, even for slaves, was comfortable and secure. There were armed guards protected the entrances. Food was plentiful, and the living conditions inside the compound were far more pleasant than they were outside for most plebeians (ordinary, free working people).

For a favored slave, like Markos, life was on a par with the son of a wealthy aristocrat---except that he was not free. But then teenage sons of Roman citizens were completely under the control of their father, just as Markos was under the compete control of Gracchus.

And yet---Markos wanted a little more freedom.

As dawn broke, Cleon got up and left his still sleeping companion, and went back to his own room in another wing of the villa. When he arrived there, he told nobody what had happened during the night, although his companions were well-aware that he had gone missing during the night---they just assumed that he had been required to 'entertain' one of Gracchus guests who was staying at the villa.
Markos, was sad to see Cleo gone---he was hoping that maybe he and Cleo could make love in the morning, somehow, before they had to separate. 
As usual, Markos had his breakfast with some of the other 'senior' slaves, and then went to assist young Glycon at the main entrance. By this time Markos knew all the regular clients, and his main task was to chat with them until they were called to meet with Gracchus.
Once again Terentius stopped by.
"So, Markos, did you enjoy your day off?" Terentius asked knowingly.
"Very much, sir. Thank you.", Markos replied, as always very respectfully.
"And I hope that you enjoyed the little extra gift that we provided for you." Terentius was obviously referring to young Cleon.
"Yes, sir. I'm very grateful."
"Well for the moment you may keep your little friend.
He can come to you each time you have a free day, if you wish - but take my advice, and do not become too attached to him," Terentius warned.
It was obvious that Terentius was serious, and Markos took note of the warning.

As usual, after helping Glykon in the entrance hall, it was back to his studies, however, for Markos. Today it was Latin, with his boring tutor Lucius. After some testing about the work and significance of Marcus Tullius Cicero, Lucius went on to a new topic.

Markos breathed a sigh of relief. At least Lucius had seemed satisfied with the answers that he had given and, in addition, they were leaving dry old Cicero behind, at least for the moment.
Today it was to be Horace.
Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), also known as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus (also known as Octavian). The rhetorician Quintillian regarded his 'Odes' as just about the only Latin lyrics worth reading: "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words." Horace also crafted elegant hexameter verses, and caustic iambic poetry ('Epode's). The hexameters are amusing yet serious works, friendly in tone, leading the ancient satirist Persius to comment: "as his friend laughs, Horace slyly puts his finger on his every fault; once let in, he plays about the heartstrings". His career coincided with Rome's momentous change from Republic to Empire.
Now Markos quite liked Quintus Horatius Flaccus - he was certainly a  lot more interesting than Cicero.

Markos and Sevius

So once the lesson was ended, Markos was sent off with an essay to write about the Odes of Horace.
Then it was a light meal, and off to the pool for more swimming lessons with Servius.

Markos was unsure whether he should tell Servius about Cleon. He also wondered whether Servius knew anyway, as Servius and Terentius seemed to be quite close. Ten minutes inside of the coaching session, and Servius and Markos were sitting on the side of the pool.
"So I've heard that you've found a friend?" Servius nudged. Markos was relieved that Servius had brought up the subject---it seemed obvious that he had been told by Terentius.

"Yes," Markos replied, trying to sound casual. "He's a Greek boy called Cleon."
"That's good! .... and if you don't mind me asking ... did you fuck him?"
"Well .... since you ask, yes." Markos replied (rather taken aback by Servius' question).
"And was it good?"
"Well... what do you think?" Markos replied, grinning.
"So now you feel a bit better?"
"Yes ..... but...." Markos began, but then his comment tailed off.
"But what? You've got a cute young boy to fuck, and jerk you off---and someone to talk to.
So what's the problem?"
"It's like this---don't laugh. Whenever I think of Cleon I get 'horny', and as I only wear a short tunic and loincloth---it shows." Markos explained, blushing.
"Yes---and your doing it now, just mentioning him," Servius said, looking down at the wet, naked boy's crotch. But---better than no feeling down there at all. And it's quite natural."

"Still," Markos said.
"If it's a problem for you, I'll arrange for you seeing Agathon, the physician."

"Yes, that would be great," Markos replied. "But---but there's something else."

Servius looked at the boy, quizzically.

"Since I came here, I have never been outside the villa," Markos continued. "I just long for the sun. I have been told that I am in Baiae, but all I have ever seen of the town were some streets, when I arrived here with Terentius. I was wondering whether, now that I am starting to swim a bit, if we could go to the beach. I know the sea is near, because I can hear the waves at night, from my room." Markos pleaded.

"Well I don't see why not, but the problem, of course, is that Terentius would be concerned that you might try to run away. and then there would be real trouble from Gracchus for both me and Terentius---and of course, if they caught you---you would end up being impaled."  
"But---but why would I run away. I have no friends or family to go to outside the villa. I would have nowhere to live, and no money, and as soon as anyone saw my slave collar I would be brought back here, and end up like the young lad I saw on my first day here, naked and dying with a stake up his arse!"
"True!" Servius mused. "I will speak to Terentius and see what I can do. As for seeing Agathon - that should not be a problem since I'm your coach - and if he wants to know why you're seeing him, I'll say it's a bit 'private' . As for going swimming on the beach, I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything."

Markos felt a little better after his talk with Servius and went back to his room to set to work on Horace.

The following morning Markos was surprised when Cleon entered his room.
"No time for any 'fun'.", Cleon said, despondently. "That'll have to wait until your next day off.
I'm just here to take you to Agathon. About your spontaneous erections."

Agathon had apparently been prepped, since was waiting for Markos.
"I have been told that you have---let's say---a delicate problem to discuss with me." Agathon began.
"Yes, sir." Markos paused for a moment, wondering how he should explain the matter. "Since I had sex with one of the slave-boys here, I have been having unwanted and embarrassing erections."

Agathon showing no surprise, went over to cabinet and took out something wrapped in gray cloth.
"That would be young Cleon." he suggested.

Markos nodded. It seemed that he had no secrets from anyone.
"Yes---he's a nice boy..... I'm not surprised that you are taking to him. Well---I have something here that I know will help." he went on, unwrapping the gray cloth.
The bundle contained an item made of bright, silvery metal, in the form of a cage, shaped like a flaccid penis. Along side the cage was a large ring, with prongs attached.
"This is something that I use on those slave-boys who 'perform' sexually for my lord and his guests."

He continued ... "It is in the form of a cage, shaped like a male member, but not an erect one.
The ring is placed behind the scrotum---containing the testicles--- with the testicles holding it in place. The cage is then slotted into the prongs on the ring, and secured with a small piece of wire, which is fastened with a lead seal. In that way I can see if the cage has been tampered with, or removed.
Because of the way it is made the boy can urinate quite easily while wearing it, but because the cage is quite small, it is impossible for the boy wearing it to have an erection, masturbate, or have penetrative or oral sex. This effectively blocks any emission of seed, so that when it is finally removed, and the boy has sex, his erection is very strong, and his emission is very full. Do you understand?"
Markos stared at the finely forged, glittering object.
"Yes, sir." he muttered.

Agathon  picked up the ring as he continued his explanation.

"You will find that, although it takes some getting used to, it is quite comfortable, and in no way interferes with you normal activities. So ... take off your loincloth, and I will ft it for you."

The ring, which had to pass over Markos' penis and his scrotum was too tight, and Agathon had to find a slightly larger ring - but as he explained, it still needed to be tight to hold the cage securely.
Once the ring was in place, Agathon slotted on the cage, which was also a tight fit round Markos' penis (our hero, readers will have noticed already, was fairly well-endowed).

Agathon then secured the cage with a small, thin piece of wire, and used a special kind of 'pliers' to clamp a tiny lead seal onto the wire: "There you are, my boy! I will remove that the day after tomorrow, in the early evening, ready for your visit from Cleon."

Aristarchos' lesson was next on the schedule

It looked to Markos as if he would be studying the 'Iliad' for quite some time, since Aristarchos had decided to thematic analysis of the work.

Suitably for Markos, perhaps, the first theme of Aristarchos' choice was 'Fate'. Fate (κήρ, kēr, "fated death"), Aristarchos maintained, propels most of the events of the 'Iliad'. Once determined, gods and men will have to abide it, neither capable nor willing to challenge it. How fate is set is unknown, but it is told by the Fates and by Zeus through sending omens to seers such as Calchas.
In Greek mythology, Calchas (Κάλχας, possibly meaning "bronze-man"), son of Thestor, was an Argive seer, with a gift for interpreting the flight of birds that he received of Apollo: "as an augur, Calchas had no rival in the camp".He also interpreted the entrails of the enemy during the tide of battle. In the Iliad, Calchas tells the Greeks that the captive Chryseis must be returned to her father Chryses in order to get Apollo to stop the plague he has sent as a punishment: this triggered the quarrel of Achilles and Agamemnon, the main theme of the Iliad.
Men and their gods continually speak of heroic acceptance and cowardly avoidance of one's slated fate. Fate does not determine every action, incident, and occurrence, but it does determine the outcome of life. Linking the 'Iliad' with Virgil, and Lucius' teaching, Aristarchos shows that Fate allows Aeneas escapes the wrath of Achilles and survives the Trojan War.

Whether or not the gods can alter fate, they do abide by it, despite its countering their human allegiances; thus, the mysterious origin of fate is a power beyond even the gods, and despite the earthly powers of the Olympian gods, only the Three Fates set the destiny of Man---as Fate had, seemingly set Markos' destiny.

So Markos was set to write an essay about 'Fate' in the 'Iliad' for his next lesson with Aristarchos.
Then, after something to eat, it was off to see Servius at the pool. On arriving at the pool, Markos stripped, and Servius looked admiringly at the gleaming metal cage that now encased the young lad's member.

"It almost looks like a piece of jewelry!" Servius exclaimed, grinning. "Is it uncomfortable?"
"Well at first it feels a bit heavy, but after a while you don't notice it." Markos replied.
"And does it work?" Servius inquired, pointedly.
"You can't get 'hard'---and you definitely can't do anything more serious, like jerk or fuck. So tomorrow, before I see Cleon, Agathon will have to take it off - for obvious reasons."

Markos paused.

"But what about the beach? Did you speak to Terentius?"
"Yes I did---and he says it will be alright for tomorrow---that's your day off---for as long as you undertake not to do anything 'stupid'---by that I think he means try to run off."
"Well of course I won't do anything 'stupid'.
As I said, I have nowhere else to go except here, and it's here that my friends are, like you and Cleon."

Servius smiled, and ruffled Markos' hair.

"Of course---I know---and I think Terentius knows as well."
The swimming lesson went well---Markos was becoming quite adept in the water, and Servius was quite willing to test the boy out in the sea the following day. At the end of the day, Markos, tired but more content than he had been for many days, returned to his room to work on his essay for Aristarchos.

Markos was awoken by some discomfort in his groin, and realized that he had woken, as was usual, with a strong erection - except that his penis could not expand because of the restraining cage. Normally he would 'jerk-off' first thing in the morning, but now that was not an option. However, the discomfort was such that the beginnings of his erection soon subsided, and he had to be content with 'going without' until the evening, when he would be able to fuck young Cleon to his heart's content.

Markos then went off to have his morning meal, and then reported to Glykon at the main entrance. After a couple of hours on duty, Markos then went to the pool, where Servius was waiting for him. Servius then led Markos through some doors that led to a changing room. (Markos had never used the changing room because he usually just stripped off his loincloth when he entered the gymnasion.) From the changing room another door led out to a colonnaded peristyle.
In Hellenistic Greek and Roman architecture a peristyle (Greek περίστυλος) is a columned porch or open colonnade in a building surrounding a court which contains a garden. Tetrastoon (from Greek τετράστῳον, "four arcades") is another name for this feature.
Leading from the  peristyle were more gardens, this time stepped, and filled with rare shrubs and mythological statuary, that led down to the private beach of the Villa Auri. Markos looked at the scene, wide-eyed. He had never imagined for a moment that such a wonderful vista lay so close, and yet, unknown to him.

The day was fine and sunny.

There was a gentle, warm breeze, and small waves rippled up onto the golden-yellow sand.
The beach itself was deserted, although there were some of Gracchus' guards on duty at various vantage points.
"This is amazing!" Markos exclaimed to a smiling Servius.
"Yes I though that you'd like it." Servius said, patting the naked young boy on the back.
"Go on! .... Jump in! .... the beach is shallow, so it's quite safe!" Servius said, encouragingly, and Markos needed no more encouragement, but ran down the beach, and splashed into the warm waters of the Sinus Cumanus (we were in the Gulf of Naples).

He was quickly followed by Servius, who then insisted that instead of just splashing around, Markos should show off his new swimming skills. Encouraged by such a fine environment, Markos was swimming very well, and Servius watched his young protégé admiringly.
The swimming session took quite some time, but eventually Markos and Servius flopped down on the sand to sunbathe.
The Romans knew about sunbathing, and had a word for it, at least as practiced by men: 'apricatio'. Seneca states that sunbathing ('apricatio') was popular; and provision was made in some Roman baths specifically for this purpose. Seneca and Martial also state that professional ‘depilators’ made themselves available at the baths. Many wealthy Roman men felt the need of cosmetic depilation, or a healthy sun-tan, partly because they were putting their naked bodies on public show at the baths, and at the exclusive beach resorts in the south of Italy;  - public bathing having become a part of the upper class Roman way of life. 
They lay on the beach, side by side---Markos prone, and Servius supine. They were lying close to a parapet, which overlooked them, so they were out of sight of any of Gracchus' guards. Nobody, in fact, could see them.

Markos, whose eyes were shut, felt Servius' hand move gently across his chest, and onto his shoulder.
Without a doubt, Servius was making an effort embracing him. Servius then raise his body, and moved over slightly, facing Markos, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"I can't help it!" Servius whispered. "Your so beautiful---and so boyish."

In fact, Markos  was not surprised at all, he had been expecting this for quite some time.

Furthermore, Servius was handsome, with a fine, slim, yet muscular physique, and a sweet personality, and Markos could not hope for anyone better to 'fall for him'---but, of course, it could be playing with fire.

However, both Terentius and Gracchus realized that leaving a young man like Servius with an attractive boy like Markos---especially when the boy was naked most of the time, could only end one way---if Servius was a real man---and for as long as Servius kept his 'activities' with the boy discreet, there would be no reason for concern.

"Will you let me fuck you, Markos?" Servius pleaded. "I really need to fuck you."
"Well, yes," Markos relied, hesitantly, "but be gentle---go carefully.", he continued.

Servius rose to his knees and removed his bulging, white cotton loincloth. His thick, straight penis was already fully erect, and was framed by a dark, neatly trimmed pubic 'bush'. His scrotum was smooth, and well filled, with heavy testicles.
"If you will lie face down, I think it will be more comfortable, as you're wearing that cage.", Servius said, spitting on his hand, pulling back his foreskin, and lubricating his impressive, bulbous cock-head. He then positioned himself, kneeling behind Markos, and pushed his rampant tool between Markos' well-muscled buttocks.

Markos grunted, as he felt Servius' large, stiff cock enter him, and Servius groaned with obvious pleasure as he felt Markos' tight arse muscles grip his swollen tool.

"Markos ! Your so tight and hot!" Servius grunted, as he started thrusting into the prone young lad.
Markos felt somewhat uncomfortable: Servius was very well endowed, and Markos found it difficult to take this huge thrusting member---plus, on top of it, in addition, his own penis was reacting to this in a predictable manner---uncomfortably restrained now, unfortunately, by the cage he was wearing.

However, although he wasn't able to cum, it was still fun---just knowing that Servius wanted him, sexually, it was very satisfying. Servius, of course, had no trouble cumming, and was soon moaning as he squirted his hot seed into young Markos. He then pulled his softening penis from the young lad, and they both rolled over, onto their backs, and lay panting in the sun.

So .... Markos, wondered,mwas this the 'Fate' that Aristarchos had been talking about during that morning's lesson ?
"We must be careful, Markos," Servius said, turning and looking at Markos, seriously.
"I know - but it makes you happy---and I like that." Markos sweetly replied. "We could do this again tomorrow, if you can get Agathon to take off the cage a little earlier, and then, when I fuck you, you could get hard, and cum - 'cause I want to see you really hard, and spurting. Of course---you understand---I can't let you fuck me---you're still a slave, and a boy---but there's nothing to stop you 'jerking off' while I'm fucking you, and you 'cumming' as well."

"That's what I want to do !" Markos said eagerly.

(Stay tuned)

Vittorio Carvelli runs various internet sites that cover the intersection of antique history and gay experience, such as GreatClassicNude, VittorioCarvelli, and Gracchusrome. He lives in London.


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