Suffragium - The path to the senate [Closed, PM if interested]

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Aurelia let her slave Vittia pin her blue stola in place. Her face was artfully made up, her rich brown hair in an elaborate hairdo. Her jewels glittered in the torchlight and she pinched her already flushed cheeks to make them a bit more pink. Her young skin was as yet unblemished and free from marks of age or disease. She swept out and glanced briefly at the silent shadow that fell in behind her. Aetius, her personal bodyguard, was the only one she trusted in the whole entire household. She had known him since birth, watched as he practiced with wooden swords with her brother, smiled when he wiped her tears and repaired her toys. Yes, after two years of marriage, Aetius was still the only friend she had here.

She sighed as she spotted Cassius lounging on a couch. She felt nothing for her husband amd yet as Pater Familias, he had the absolute right to dissolve their marriage and leave her destitute. As it were, she had her hands full organizing the gathering in an effort to further her husband's reach in the senatorial elections. She asked Vittia to run to the kitchen to see to the first courses and the wine. The tables were already laden with dry goods and the guests had begun to arrive. She saw her husband stir, being informed of the arrival of some important guest no doubt. She walked to her husband's side. Together, they welcomed the young senator, Qunitus Fabius Maximus.
 
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Aetius Avilius - Bodyguard and childhood friend of Aurelia

Aetius Avilius
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Aetius Avilius wore a plain cream colored toga that rested on both shoulders. He wore a pair of plain dark brown caligae usually issued to soldiers, the only sign of what he had done before he had given his word to protect, and if necessary, provide for Aurelia.

He met her gaze for a moment, letting a small smile flicker over the corners of his mouth. Aurelia, he was certain, did not know that he had extensive contacts amongst the Roman Army, though he didn't reveal that knowledge lightly, as it was too easy to abuse.

He wore two long knives on his upper thighs, affixed by leather thongs. Fortunately, they were hidden beneath his toga, though he didn't expect to need them. It was wiser to remain vigilant, however. He was careful with his subligaculum, which was fairly baggy as he was very well endowed.​
 
Gaius Cassius Longinus

Cassius, the 45 year old husband of Aurelia, watched his wife order the servants around to get the evening party set up. There were over 50 guests for the party, both men and women, and Cassius knew that some of them would hold the key for him to become a Senator. That was his dream, to eventually become a Senator, and he felt he was very close to becoming one.

Though Aurelia was young, beautiful and had the nubile looks that most men desired, Cassius was also interested in men. Particularly men with nice big cocks, since nothing pleased him more than sucking a cock, or multiple cocks for that matter. He had had numerous opportunities to indulge in his bisexual activities, which were part of his life. He had married Aurelia more out of political need than love, but he ccasionally performed his marital duties.

He was curious on what the evening party would bring. The guests had started to arrive and both he and Aurelia walked out to welcome them. One of the first guests to arrive was the handsome Senator Quintus Maximus. Cassius had heard of Senator Maximus's lifestyle after becoming a Senator, as well as the lavish and sexually charged parties he hosted. He had never been to one of the much talked about parties, and hoped to be invited to one soon. Though he was not a Senator yet, his beautiful wife Aurelia could be his ticket to a party in future. Maybe he could get Senator Maximus stay late after the guests had departed and have a little private conversation with him.
 
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Rutilus - a youth of many talents

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Rutilus - Mikoto
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Rutilus exhaled softly, his eyes closing as he finished a intriguing new invention. He held a very, very large secret, however... he had many talents, some of which could be quite lethal if he chose to use them in that manner. The name he answered to, however, was not his birth name nor was it one he cherished. His deep auburn-crimson hair fell in messy waves and spikes over his shoulders, brushing the pale blue toga he wore. His golden bronze irises flickered upward to the doorway, knowing it was due to the Mistress of this home, a woman named Aurelia, that he wasn't doing more distasteful things to survive.

He had managed to gather tomatoes and cherries, crushing them both and straining the juices and setting aside the seeds for later planting in the garden so as to render it unnecessary to gather more from distant locations. He was still getting used to the much slower methods of meal preparation, but enjoyed the challenge. The thick red paste he stirred slowly was growing more smooth as he stirred before he smirked slightly as he picked up small pellet of flour and squeezed it flat, the thin disc being just over an inch in diameter. He placed a small amount of the sweet, savory sauce on the flour , knowing it wouldn't stick to the flour as he folded it over itself, letting it harden into a crust. He repeated it several times before getting one of the servants who were serving the food to deliver it to the Master of the house.​
 
Cassius looked irritating at the servant who brought him a drink, and who stood by waiting for him to accept it. He was in conversation with Senator Cassius, and hated to be interrupted. Wanting for the servant to leave, he took two glasses and offered one to the Senator. The Senator accepted it, and both of them drained the drink. It was a mixture of cherries and tomatoes, but had another peculiar taste. Not giving it another thought, Cassius continued his conversation with the Senator.

Looking around, Cassius noticed his wife was no longer in the main courtyard. He wondered where she was.
 
While traveling in his palanquin, Quintus Fabius Maximus planned for his next party to proceed in the same debauched manner as his other celebrations. Since he found no need to justify his stimulating gatherings; he simply advertised the upcoming event to those capable of appreciating the entertainments.

On this occasion, he elected to parade his nude gladiators (gleaming with olive oil, of course) and command them to wrestle until the victor subjugated his opponent. The winner, as usual, earned the right to take any guest and copulate with him or her in public. Naturally, if the company preferred a more violent spectacle, he might acquiesce to their demands by permitting the contestants the chance to battle with pugio or gladius.

Indeed, he instructed his men – upon his signal – to select Gaius Cassius Longinus. Rumors report him to enjoy the inferior pleasures of a catamite. While he personally (like any Roman male free of any deviant desires) kept his activities to penetrating orifices; he nonetheless catered to the wants of his guests.

In fact, he might translate this man’s personal weaknesses as a means of gaining another friend in the Senate. Furthermore, he may have the opportunity to come to an arrangement with Cassius and gain access to his spouse, Aurelia. However, he needed to see his reaction when another one of his fighters chooses his wife and fucks her in front of her husband….

Regardless of the outcome, he endeavored to savor the festivities held at Cassius’s domus. As he rose from his litter and walked away from his conveyance, he observed Cassius and Aurelia approaching to greet him. He thus performed the role of grateful attendee and said, “Cassius!” He hailed his host and hostess with a gusto that disguised his lack of familiarity with these acquaintances, “How good of you to invite me to your party.” Then turning to Aurelia (and feigning ignorance of her identity) remarked, “Though I am unfamiliar with this rare beauty beside you. Might this lovely woman be your wife?”
 
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Aurelia returned to her husband's side after instructing Vittia regarding the sitting arrangements. She listened in bored silence to the two men discuss politics. Some of the older Roman matrons had a fearsome reputation of manipulation and organizing political intrigues to further the cause of their men. Women did not have a direct role to play in politics and Aurelia did not really care or even try to understand the workings of the Senate.

She did understand her husband's ambitions to get elected as a senator in the upcoming elections and had watched in silence as her father donated generously to campaign on Cassius's behalf. On her part, Cassius, expected her to be charming to her guests and she was doing everything she could to be a memorable hostess.

She had smiled at Fabius when Cassius introduced her. She had studied the families of the more important guests extensively and knew to ask about his ailing father. It seemed she had been performing her duties to the satisfaction of Cassius.

The senator Fabius had brought a group of his gladiators for entertainments later this evening. Aurelia's maid had rushed to peer out when their thunderous footfall had been heard coming up the Caelian Hill to their villa. Aurelia herself had glanced briefly at the statuesque men standing to attention in her vestibulum. Such marvelous, gleaming savage beasts, gladiators. As she stood listening to her husband speak, she looked around noting the couches being laid. The triclinium was simply too small to accommodate all the guests and so the dining area had been extended partially into the atrium, leaving one side free for the evening's entertainments to be visible to all the guests.
 
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The Senator concealed his delight as he spied Aurelia’s interest in his gladiators. As he ordered his men to present themselves in the nude, he approached Aurelia and asked, “Do my creatures arouse your curiosity, dear lady?”
 
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Aurelia flushed. She couldn't deny him an answer without giving offense. She glanced at her husband before answering softly , "they are indeed the most marvelous specimens. I have heard of the mock fights you put on at your dinner parties. My heart thanks you for your generosity."
 
“A mere trifle,” he continued while surreptitiously brushing one of Aurelia’s shoulders. “These gladiators are prepared to entertain their spectators,” then whispering so that only Aurelia can hear his words, Fabius added, “with whatever feat is demanded of them….”
 
The Senator's finger traced a line on her shoulder, that was followed by a series of goosebumps. Aurelia glanced at her husband again and blushed. She felt the Fabius's breath as he whispered and unconsciously glanced at the beasts again. There was a large Thracian that stood apart from the rest, jaws that seemed cut of marble. She looked at his scarred hands and fought to keep her thoughts from her face. Excusing herself, Aurelia hurried to the dining area to supervise, leaving Vittia to look after the wine service and the guests.
 
With a nod from his owner, the Thracian displayed the muscular qualities of his arms and chest. One reason Fabius chose the hirsute beast – his ability to achieve an erection on command – produced a marvelous reaction from Aurelia (as his phallus pointed straight at the hostess). Then taking advantage of her distraction to stealthily cup one of her breasts, Fabius offered the following commentary to the awe-struck woman: “Would like to feel his penis inside your vagina?”
 
Cassius looked at the gladiators and, as was the custom, considered them slaves to do whatever their master instructed. Observing them in the nude he was intrigued by the variety of their cocks, and felt a familiar stirring in his groin. While he noticed the attention the Senator was bestowing on his wife, he ignored it. There were no pangs of jealousy, as he had eyes on the gladiators and some of the handsome young men that were circulating in the crowd.

He wondered if the gladiators ever serviced their masters. A thought crossed his mind as to the appropriateness of a master performing oral sex on a gladiator. Was that too demeaning for a man in his position? Putting that thought aside, he went looking for his wife. It was time for the festivities to begin, as most of the guests had arrived.
 
Aurelia had flushed at Fabius's boldness. She pretended not to have heard as she hurried to talk to other ladies arriving. The Thracian's naked body was powerful and a picture of perfection - manhood at it glory. She wondered what it would be like, to have the slave on her. He only man she had known carnally was her husband.

At the thought of her husband, she turned around and saw Cassius approach. At his signal, she dutifully joined his side, host and hostess together fretting their guests.
 
Cassius saw the flush on his wife's face. "Did you think the gladiator's cock was nice?" he asked her frankly. "I did think his cock was spectacular, but he was unclean, so perhaps having his cock may not be as nice as you think."

He took his wife's hand and led her to view the other gladiators. "Tell me which of them you think has the best cock."
 
Her husband by her side, Aurelia looked at the other men of war, savages sourced from the spread of the Republic. She looked at a Carthaginian, his dark skin shining in the torch light. She respectfully whispered to Cassius, "I hear savages from the dark lands rival the war horses". Her eyes then drifted to the enormous muscles and the dreadlocks of a giant Visigoth. "You know what they say of the tribes north of the Danube. I hear they can fuck for hours and not spill seed.", Aurelia whispered, her candor unusual. The heat of the near naked male bodies had made her less restrained than she usually was.
 
Cassius was surprised by his wife's frankness. It was the first time they had openly discussed sex. He continued the conversation. "But would you want them fucking you?" Cassius asks his wife. "They smell and are dirty. Also, their cocks are so big that they could cause you pain. Do you really want that?"

They were away from the guests, and Cassius was seeing his wife in a completely different light. He wondered if there was a part of her he did not know about. Somehow he found that exciting.
 
Aurelia looked up at her husband and smiled. "I want no other but you. You should always know that. I am your wife and yours alone. I shall bed no other man", she paused and then added, she wasn't sure why, "unless you want it so".
 
Cassius looked at his wife considering his options. He always had enormous sexual desires, but at the same time did not feel possessive of his wife. If it suited his purpose, he would be quite happy to see his wife fucked by multiple men, or women.

"Maybe we should explore our options. I would like to see you bed with a man and perhaps, if I fancy him, I could use hi mfor my pleasure as well. But the man should appeal to me. By that I mean he should have a cock which is big and thick. Do you think you can handle that?"

Saying that, Cassius looks at his wife expectantly.
 
"If it so pleased you", said Aurelia softly, trembling slightly. She had no feelings but a sense of duty to Cassius and two years in her marriage she was still childless. She was worried he might divorce her on allegations of infertility in favor of a more nubile young woman. But there was something more primal in her response, a hidden wanting desire. "I would rather you chose a man of your liking. I shall not let a man occupy me in your absence".
 
Cassius liked his wife's response. "Maybe I will choose multiple men for you tonight, but first let us go mingle with our guests," he said taking her by the arm and going back into the vast courtyard.

The party was in full flow, with the Senator having a group of young woman surrounding him. Both Cassius and his wife approached him and soon were in deep conversation with him. Cassius felt that only good could come from being friendly with the Senator, and he could see that he was attracted to his wife.

Pulling the Senator aside, he asked, "Should we adjourn to my private apartment for awhile, so that we can have some private entertainment?"

Seeing the smile on the Senator's face, Cassius inclined his head to his wife and the three of them proceeded to walk to his private apartment. "But do bring your Thracian with you, so he can entertain us."

The Senator whispered instruction to a young maiden and they continued their walk to the apartment.

Reaching the apartment, Cassius said to his wife, "Please make sure the Senator has all he needs, while I go and get us some wine from my private cellar." Saying that Cassius leaves the room and the Senator and his wife are alone in the apartment, awaiting the Thracian.
 
Aurelia was nervous as Cassius left. Fabius, in the small span of their acquaintance, had managed to make her feel very uncomfortable. She looked at the solid presence of Aetius, drawing comfort from his proximity.

She looked again at the senator. He was younger than her husband and in prime of his youth. She flushed at the memory of his palm on her breast, at the lewd way he had cupped it, at the way he had looked at her, as though he could see through the facade of her innocence into the lust within.
 
Cassius ordered his servant to bring three goblets of wine. He knew that Aurelia was confused by the Senator's advances, but he wanted to see how far she would go with him, as well as with the Thracian.

He had seen the enormous cock on the Thracian, and the stories he had heard about the Senator, he knew he was well endowed too. Up until now, Cassius and Aurelia had normal sex. She was not even interested in anal. Perhaps with three men, she would have no option but to take one of them in her ass.

Visualizing this, Cassius felt his cock grow. He collected the goblets of wine and walked into the apartment where the Senator and Aurelia were sitting close together. Though they were not touching, he could see the flushed face of Aurelia.
 
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