The Emperor's Catamite (Gay RP)

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The Emperor Commodus was seriously tired with this whole Lucilla mess and badly needed a strong sexual release. Rome these days was such a hotbed of intrigue, but Caesar would do his best to stay on top of these disgusting liars, the politicians and bureaucrats. Why in Jove's name did he want this job, anyway? It was far too much work. He should have stepped down, but the Gods gave him a sense of pietas, a notion that he owed it to Rome and the shade of his late father, Marcus Aurelius.

Thinking of his late, lamented father reminded Commodus that he shared much of his father's "vice". Except that his father went almost totally that direction. Commodus went both ways. At the moment, however, he was in no mood to deal with women and their machinations. He just wanted a nice, handsome youth to fuck. One that he could bugger well. One whose mouth he could fuck as well. He needed the same thing that his father craved. Only his father nearly always preferred young men.

That was the secret of the great philosopher-emperor, Marcus Aurelius: he was a homosexual. Commodus sometimes wished that he was a pure boy-lover like his dad. How his father managed to sire him and Lucilla, he always wondered. Rumors about gladiators and even his uncle Lucius Verus often circled the great man's wife, the Empress Faustina. His mother was a real strumpet, but Marcus Aurelius was too interested in philosophy, governing, war, and youths to worry about his wife's indiscretions. They kept her off his back and out of his bed, which was what he wanted.

Commodus had a wife, too. Crispina. She interested him very little, but he sometimes resorted to her as an alternative to masturbation or whores. He usually preferred his concubines or catamites. Tonight, it was the latter. A good, hairless youth. Yes, yes, Leander. He would do. A tall, handsome fellow. Smooth and prissy. Just right. He was new to court, but Caesar Commodus would break him in.

OOC:

Need a Leander. A bit of a dandy, clearly into getting it hard from behind by a dominant Roman Emperor like Commodus.

Yes, historically, it has been claimed that Commodus had a lot of lovers of both sexes. Thus the setting for this SRP. I'm in a very homoerotic mood right now.
 
Leander lay back on the cushions, delicately popping a grape into his mouth, sucking it appreciatively before it broke between his teeth, the sweet juice coating his tongue and sliding slickly down his throat. He swallowed the remains and reached for another, selecting a plump, juicy specimen from the bowl.

It was a comfortable life in the Emperor's Harem, true he had not yet been 'visited' by the Emperor, but he had seen nothing to make him dislike this life. The other catamites had told him of the Emperor's frequent visits, certainly when the senate had been particularly obstinate, and though some warned him, Leander could not help but fantasize about his first 'visit' to the Emperor's chambers. He knew of the Emperor's tastes from his other companions, and knew that he was exactly what the Emperor wanted, he was young and fit, and took care to shave completely every day. There was nothing wrong with that, his position as a catamite, basically a male concubine meant that he had to do everything possible to please his lord and master.

Yes, he could get used to this life, trips to the Emperor's bed would certainly be a small price to pay to live in such luxury and comfort. In fact, such interludes might even prove to be pleasurable, and, he hoped, occasions to look forward to.
 
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Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus Caesar

The Emperor Commodus found Leander personally, eating grapes and knew that he was right in his choice. The lad was far too pretty not to use for his own pleasure. It was time to give the bum boy what he clearly didn't mind taking.


"So, Leander, how clean are you? Fresh from the baths or a dirty boy?" Commodus flirted as he admired the youth's cock.


"Do you know your place, boy?" the Emperor added a query.


Commodus then disrobed, beginning with his sandals and purple tunic. Standing there in only a loincloth of sorts, Caesar wanted his intentions to be evident to the young man. It was high time to consummate their arrangement. He paid well to keep these boys in comfort and luxury. The price was taking what the Emperor dished out and catering to his every debauched whim.
 
Leander was shocked when the Emperor strolled calmly into his chambers as though he visited every day. Leander, naked, spluttered in surprise, crawling back on the pillows as if to escape the great man. Then he realized what he was doing and froze, not sure what to do.

Commodus spoke then, "So, Leander, how clean are you? Fresh from the baths or a dirty boy?"

Leander gulped, Commodus was staring at his cock and the blatant flirting wasn't helping, he could feel it tingling, beginning to harden and swell. He moved to cover himself but Commodus interrupted him.

"Do you know your place boy?"

The Emperor began to undress kicking off his sandals and pulling the tunic over his head. He stood there in front of Leander, naked but for a simple loincloth about his waist. It was awfully intimidating to be faced by the Emperor, a god on earth. But he wasn't just standing there so Leander could admire his body and he realised with a jolt he had been staring at the Emperor for several seconds.

He got up onto his knees, kneeling before his lord and master. He knew exactly what Commodus was here for. His head was level with Commodus' crotch and he couldn't take his eyes away. He reached out, hesitantly till the very tip of his fingers brushed the Emperor's thigh. He pulled back, he had touched the skin of a god! He reached out again, tracing his fingers lightly up the leg until they stopped at the edge of the loincloth.

"I know my place lord."
 
Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus Caesar

Leander was shocked when the Emperor strolled calmly into his chambers as though he visited every day. Leander, naked, spluttered in surprise, crawling back on the pillows as if to escape the great man. Then he realized what he was doing and froze, not sure what to do.

Commodus spoke then, "So, Leander, how clean are you? Fresh from the baths or a dirty boy?"

Leander gulped, Commodus was staring at his cock and the blatant flirting wasn't helping, he could feel it tingling, beginning to harden and swell. He moved to cover himself but Commodus interrupted him.

"Do you know your place boy?"

The Emperor began to undress kicking off his sandals and pulling the tunic over his head. He stood there in front of Leander, naked but for a simple loincloth about his waist. It was awfully intimidating to be faced by the Emperor, a god on earth. But he wasn't just standing there so Leander could admire his body and he realised with a jolt he had been staring at the Emperor for several seconds.

He got up onto his knees, kneeling before his lord and master. He knew exactly what Commodus was here for. His head was level with Commodus' crotch and he couldn't take his eyes away. He reached out, hesitantly till the very tip of his fingers brushed the Emperor's thigh. He pulled back, he had touched the skin of a god! He reached out again, tracing his fingers lightly up the leg until they stopped at the edge of the loincloth.

"I know my place lord."


"Very good, young man. Now, remove the cloth and service me. You know how. I want proper fellatio, if you can do that. You seem a smart lad. Do what comes naturally to you," Commodus instructed the catamite.

He was confident that Leander would fit the bill very well indeed. The Emperor had plans for this youth. If he was indeed wise, he could go very far indeed.

Commodus reached with his hands for the young man's head, preparing to hold him in place as he serviced his cock.

No matter what others said about Commodus for his practice of Greek love, it felt right to the Emperor. That was all that he knew. He enjoyed women, too, but there were times when only a man could appreciate the kind of purely physical sexuality that other men desired. Times when a man's candor and openness were what Commodus craved, not a woman's duplicity and cunning.
 
He nodded in acquiescence, reaching up with his other hand to stroke it up the Emperor's thigh, reaching the loincloth and finding the cord that held it up. His fingers fumbled with it for a moment, his face flushing slightly as he struggled to undo the knot. It came undone, finally and the loincloth fell about the Emperor's feet. He gulped, though still flaccid, his cock was impressive, and clearly beginning to harden, though not all the way there yet. He leaned forward hesitantly and kissed it, moving his hands up to stroke it and fondle his balls.

He opened his mouth and licked it, feeling it grow harder and bigger in his hands. Soon it was long and rock solid in his grip, standing proudly out from Commodus' body like a spear. He gently pulled the foreskin back, and leaned forwards, taking the very head of Commodus' penis into his mouth, moving his tongue over it. Gently, he began to slide his hands up and down his cock, moving his mouth further onto his penis, one inch, two inches. He gradually began to take more and more of the Emperor's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the surface of the god's beautiful organ.

Leander began to move his mouth back and forth on the Emperor's cock, never more than a few inches, still stroking with one hand and fondling at his balls with the other. All the while he could feel the Emperor's hands on his head, steadying him, but not exerting any pressure. Not yet.
 
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Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus Caesar

The Emperor Commodus began actively fucking Leander's mouth, fully enjoying the man's oral services. He loved fellatio, especially at the hands of a youth. Women were better at some things, but men knew how to orally gratify a cock. It came of personal experience with having that part of their anatomy and knowing what pleased it.

As much as he loved this act, however, Commodus wanted to do more when he recovered from his first release with this lad. He hadn't fucked a guy in the bottom in a few days and he looked forward to the aggressive part of the action. As smooth as this boy was, he would make an excellent trollop for the Emperor.


In the meantime, Commodus reveled in the intense, potent feeling of satisfaction from using a guy's mouth like it was a pussy. He hoped that the boy didn't have problems too much with his gag reflex. He didn't want to make him sick before he could swallow the Emperor's load. There was one definite ironclad rule among the bum boys and concubines: don't spit out the Emperor's cum. Commodus always took that as an insult and was known to send them into the arena for such an affront to his pride or even feed them to the wild beasts.


Caesar didn't really like to do that. He just did so when insulted and angry. He prayed this boy would have the sense to swallow every drop. Anything less would offend him.
 
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