The Revenge of Flavius

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age

It had not been a good day. All Flavius Maximus could think of is how much he wanted to go home and blow off some steam by fucking one of his slaves. It might even take more than one he was so overwrought with pent up aggression and anger. He had been defeated in the Senate today, and all the plans he had been working on for months had gone up in flames. But he wasn’t going to just lie down and take it. He would make sure his political enemy Gaius would pay a heavy price for today’s debacle. Yes. His mind spun in a hundred different directions just what form that revenge would take.

Upon reaching his home, he left a few members of his body guard outside the front door. These were to deal with any potential problems that might occur from rival gangs trying to make mischief. Inside all was quiet and empty. Apparently the word of today’s defeat in the Senate had reached home, and everyone knew it best to stay away from Flavius’ probably wrath. Only his body servant, Mario, awaited him, took off his over cloak, and asked if he needed anything. Flavius asked that a bath be prepared, then dinner. And he wanted an assortment of slaves be brought to him after dinner for his entertainment. Mario knew what, “entertainment”, meant. He kept a very large number of sex slaves for Flavius just for this purpose. He bought new ones frequently, and once their novelty wore off, sold them to the various brothels in the city, or sent them to the numerous properties Flavius owned, where they were used primarily as agricultural slaves.

Flavius was undressed by Mario, and then he went to his bath. Several women were in attendance. They brought him wine and massaged his head and scrubbed him down, as he reclined and contemplated the day. Though the bath should have been soothing, his thoughts percolated to the point, if anything he was angrier than ever. On getting out of the bath he was ready to unleash. That was unfortunate news for any slaves he would come into contact with. Though normally he was not a cruel Master, Flavius had his moments when being one of his slaves was a very bad thing indeed. This was one of those days. He asked Mario to bring him a few whips and also find some slaves to use them on. No one important, old fat males. That’s what he wanted. Old fat males.

It didn’t take too long before Mario handed Flavius the whips, and showed him three older men he had found. Flavius drank a few cups of wine while examining them. All the slaves looked down at the floor, were very nervous. Flavius eventually choose one. The closest he felt that looked like Gaius, overweight and balding.

Flavius had Mario strip the man down and tie him to a column, with his back and bottom exposed. Flavius brought Gaius’ image into his mind, and today’s humiliation. In his drunken state it was very real to him. His anger mounted. He picked up a riding crop. He got behind the man. With Gaius in his mind, he brought the whip down hard on old man’s ass. The man winched and made a small noise of pain. Flavius wound up for another strike, even harder this time. The man felt the sting and cried out. A bright red welt crossed his bottom. Flavius whipped him again. Again. Again. The man was in tears. Crying out in pain.

“Fuck you, Gaius. You fucking cunt. How does that feel. You fucking fat pig. Take that. That…” He continued to rant and curse as he whipped the old man again and again. Flavius was feeling a bit better now. He looked at the man’s red ass, crisscrossed with welts. He was getting a hardon. A few more strikes and his anger was slaked. For now. He turned around and drank down a full cup of wine. But he wasn’t totally happy yet. He still had a lot of tension, anger, which needed releasing.

“Now where are the fucking whores? Forget dinner. I just want to fuck.” He stumbled a bit, before Mario caught him.

Mario led him into the adjoining room, where numerous couches, beds, pillows were arranged in the dim light. A half dozen or more women and a few men awaited him, naked and available. Flavius went over to the bed and flopped down.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You, you, and you.” He pointed to three women. They came over and got in the bed with him. They knew better than to just lie there. One got behind him, put his head in her lap and played with his hair, stroked his face. Another was busy sucking on him. The third watched and caressed his chest and stomach and took over for the woman sucking from time to time. Flavius was moaning, enjoying the sucking. Yes, so nice. Then he pushed them away, before they went too far. He didn’t want to cum yet.

He pointed to a man and woman. “You two, give us a nice show.” The woman looked a little uneasy at the prospect, but knew she had no choice. She was tiny. Less than five feet tall. She had a sweet innocent face. The man was enormous, all muscle and had the cock of a donkey. He looked like he had seen many battles. He had scars on his face and on his chest and back. It was easy to see why Mario had bought both of them at the slave market for Flavius’ pleasure.

Flavius sat up in bed for a better view, with one woman underneath each arm, lying against his shoulders. At the foot of the bed was a flat bench, large enough for what was to take place. It was made specifically for this purpose. The woman got onto the bench on her back. The male slave got between her legs and began to stroke himself while looking at her inviting wet slit. When he was hard enough he parted her lips with one hand and held his cock with the other, guiding it into her. As he entered her, you could see her grimace. He slowly went into her.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fuck her damn it. All the way in and hard. All I want to see are your balls.”

The man pushed his cock as far into her as he could. He had an enormous cock so he couldn’t actually get it all the way into her. He went at her faster and deeper, though it wasn’t easy. He was stretching her to the max. The woman’s back arched and she thrashed about as she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She started pounded on his chest, and tried to push him away, so there must have been some pain involved. The man started to hesitate, but Flavius would having none of it.

“Do you want the whip, sent to a war galley? Fuck her. Fuck her. I don’t care if it hurts.”

The man slammed into the tiny woman like he had lost his mind. She was squirming and screaming bloody murder. This made Flavius get extremely excited sexually. He grabbed the woman’s hand that was lying at his side and put it on his cock. It was obvious what he wanted and she started stroking him. Flavius thoughts were still disturbed by the day’s events. All of this still wasn’t good enough. A thought came into his head. Fuck yes. That would be perfect.

“Stop! Stop, everyone.” He motioned over to Mario to come closer. He leaned over and whispered something into Mario’s ear. Mario eyes got wide. But he shook his head yes, and left the room.

“In the meantime, you two entertain us.” He pointed to two women. The women came over to the bench. The man and woman got off. The tiny woman was very relieved. Though it started out as the most incredible fuck of her life, it became too too much very quickly. If he had gone slowly she would have loved it. As it was though, it was very painful.

The two women began kissing each other’s lips, breasts. Then licking each other’s cunts. Another slave handed them giant dildos that they used on each other. Flavius loved watching woman fuck each other. Actually to watch anyone fucking anyone. The more outrageous the better. This pair was not bad. He especially liked looking at the women shoving the huge dildos into each other. Sex to Romans was about penetration. He was wondering how in fact such big things could fit inside them. He wondered just how big they could take. He would have to have a contest soon to find out. One of the women climaxed with her eyes rolling back, clutching and clawing at the other woman, who kept going at her.

About this time, Mario returned to the room with an old fat bald slave. He worked in the stables.

Flavius said, “Ok, back to the man and woman. This time with her on her hands and knees. And you, did Mario tell you, your part.”

Flavius was addressing the old man who looked confused. Mario leaned over and whispered into his ear. The old man turned white.

“Come on you old fart, or I’ll send you to the sulphur mines.” Flavius was very excited with what was going to happen next.

The old man got into the bed, trembling, and sat next to Flavius’ legs opposite the other woman. The man and woman had returned to the bench and as Flavius had instructed, the man was fucking her like a dog. An intense doggy fuck. It wasn’t long before the woman was once again screaming. The man’s huge member was going in and out very fast as he held her bottom. Flavius loved what he was seeing. It was incredibly erotic. The giant warrior was completely dominating the tiny woman. Flavius once again had the woman next to him stroke his cock.

“Now you.” He shoved the old man down towards his crotch. The old man reluctantly got down between Flavius legs and took Flavius’ cock into his mouth. The woman played with his balls.

“Come on suck me, you old fuck. Suck. Take it all in.”

The old man went at it as best he could. Choking as he went down. The man on the bench was really pounding the woman now. Her pussy had a river of drool coming out of her, puddling up on the bench below her crotch. The man wouldn’t last too much longer. Nor could Flavius. He grabbed the old man’s head and slammed it down on his cock.

“You fuck Gaius. You fuck. I am going to fuck you just like this, like this. You fucking, fuck, fuck cunt….” He kept yelling and cursing as he fucked the old man’s head. Part of his attention was on the pair on the bench, who were an incredible sight to watch and hear. The other part of his attention was on the old man’s head. For him, Gaius’ head, his mouth. He so wanted to fuck Gaius just like this. He would one day. He was certain of it.

The man on the bench yelled and got stiff, rammed his enormous cock even deeper into the screaming woman. He was clearly shooting a huge load into her. That sight and sound was more than enough to push Flavius over the edge. He grabbed the old man’s head and rammed it down hard. The old man couldn’t breathe, was writhing, choking, throwing up. Flavius couldn’t care less and shot the biggest load of his life down the old man’s throat. Fuck Gaius. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He finally released the old man who was near losing consciousness. He fell over on the bed. Flavius felt wonderful, triumphant. One of the best orgasms of his life. He was soon asleep, however.

Mario got everyone up and out of the room. He rounded up another crew of house slaves to clean things up. They picked up the old man and carried him down to the stables and threw him on some straw, where he slept every night. Mario tucked Flavius in for the night. He left two new women with Flavius, just in case he woke up and wanted more attention and pleasure, though he doubted he would see his Master’s eyes again until late the next morning.

GAIUS

Gaius woke up late the next morning. He had a busy evening as well. But unlike Flavius his was one of celebration. He had a number of his political allies and their wives over for a celebration of their defeat of Flavius. There had been a lot of laughter, drinking. Gaius went to bed with his wife. They were not intensely passionate, but snuggled and made slow love. Gaius fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Later the next morning he was joined for a late meal, by his two children, Marcus and Julia. They were both grown now. Individuals in their own right. But they needed to protect and project the family. Gaius had plans for them both. Marcus would be entering politics soon, and Julia married to someone powerful. Gaius had yet to figure out who, though he had had many offers. Julia was a beautiful woman. Her house was rich and powerful. She was sought after. He was waiting for the perfect match. For the family that is. He was not worried. It would happen. And soon. He was more worried about Marcus who seemed to be preoccupied with pleasure. Somehow he was going have to turn Marcus’ attention away from this path to more important things.

The family sat together, enjoying being together. Celebrating their position, which had been strengthened yesterday. They would spend the next month in Rome, before heading to their summer home. They would be safer there. Only another month. Gaius wanted to make sure to consolidate his power before leaving. Today he would visit a number of his allies. Formulate tactics and strategies. He would have to counter any moves Flavius made, keep him on the defensive.

Gaius knew Flavius’ Achilles heel was his obsession with sex. He had some ideas how to exploit this weakness. Now to implement them. He got out a piece of parchment and started writing. He then folded it up and then used his wax seal to assure its security. He called in a messenger and gave him the note.

FLAVIUS

When Flavius woke up it was nearly noon. He had a very bad headache. He vaguely remembers the previous night. He does remember it was very very good. I need to do that again. Perhaps even more intense.

He eventually shuffled his way into the eating area and reclined down on some cushions. His son Lucius is there. Flavius wife had died a few years ago. He should have found a new one by now, but had not found anyone suitable. He was enjoying his total freedom of nonstop fucking too much.

Lucius looked over at his Father. “Looks like you had a rough night, but then again, when aren’t they.” Lucius was nothing like his father. He was very mild mannered, and studious. Flavius gave Lucius the evil eye, letting him know he wasn’t up for conversation at the moment.

Lucius got up, “I’m going to the Forum to meet some friends. I’ll be back later tonight sometime.”

Flavius said, “Talk to the soldiers outside and take a few bodyguards with you. After yesterday, things are dangerous, be careful.”

Lucius assured him, he would be carful, and left.

Flavius laid around for a few hours then knew he needed on focus on getting his power back, and revenge. He planned to meet with a few political gang leaders, and see if they can’t make some mischief. Have them find some of Gaius allies in an alley somewhere and beat them up, or worse. The message needed to get out that it was dangerous to support Gaius. While thinking of Gaius, getting back at him, Flavius had a flashback of the previous night. He got flushed with sexual excitement. He wished he had time to go fuck that tiny woman right now. But he had to focus.

He got his body guard together. He put a considerable amount of money into a box, and was off. For most of the rest of the day he visited one gang leader after another. Ones who leaned his way politically, or didn’t care who they worked for. He was able to make a deal with several of them. Life wasn’t going to be fun for Gaius friends in the coming weeks. Flavius felt he was in his way back to regaining control.

He went home and took a nice hot bath and a meal in private. He was much settled down from the day before. Tonight he wanted something a little more normal than the previous night. A woman to fuck. He summoned Mario and told him what he wanted for the evening.

Mario returned with a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Probably a slave from Gaul captured during one of the numerous wars there. She looked extremely nervous. She had almost certainly been raped a few times along the way from Gaul to the slave markets. To her, Flavius was no different, though she had been told in no uncertain terms to do whatever her Master wanted. Right now she lay curled up on her side, her hands up against her chest, covering her breasts. Flavius was thinking that this could be interesting. He ran his hand down her front, then in between her legs. He sought out her furry hair surrounding the wet slit of her cunt. When he found it he stuck one of his fingers into her. She flinched at it.

Her legs were crossed and it was difficult to get inside her. Flavius took his finger out, pushed her onto her back, and used both hands to spread her legs open. He told her to stay, though he doubted she understood him. He pushed a finger into her again. She was extremely tight. He finger fucked her until he was satisfied she was open and wet enough. He hiked up his sleeping shirt and got on top of her. He could see fear in her eyes. This if anything only got Flavius that much more excited. Though last night’s head fuck was done out of anger, this was going to be done out of raging lust. He could feel the excitement of pushing his cock into this beautiful trembling woman building. He reached down and grabbed his penis. It was very hard and standing straight up. Fuck he wanted to be in her. He pushed her legs wider apart. He lowered himself and started poking the tip of his cock at her slit. After a few attempts he felt the tip of his cock parting her lips. He stabbed at her a few times, a little deeper each time.

She was actually crying at this point, and looking away from Flavius. He grabbed her head and swiveled it so he could look into her eyes. He jammed his cock all the way in. Fuck…..that was good. A wave of chills flowed through him. He came all the way out and jabbed his way in again, all the way. He could feel his balls slapping into her bottom. She was wiggling now, trying to get away. Somehow the instructions she had been given beforehand went out the window. Her struggles only heated up Flavius that much more.

He put his hands around her neck, to hold her still, inadvertently choking her just a little. She stopped struggling and Flavius pounded her now with abandon. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. He stared at her face, then down at his cock going in and out of her. These images got him increasingly excited. His body had waves of chills and electricity running through him. He could feel his balls and prostate ache to release, to shoot his cum into her. He held it back until it was no longer possible. Fuck, fuck, fuck….he plunged himself to her depths and beyond, as his first pulse jetted out. He pulled out and went all the way in again, wiggling and grinding his pubic bone into hers. He could feel the pulses of his cum being pumped into her. It felt incredibly good. He wanted it to go on and on. He jammed his cock into her in short hard strokes. She started to squirm again, but he had her held fast. Her legs were jerking up in the air. Oh, he still had his hands around her neck. He was in another world and had forgotten. He let up, and heard her take a huge gulp of air, then another and another, then gasping. Damn that was an incredible fuck.

He rolled onto his side, his cum still dribbling out the tip of his cock, which was slick with a combination of his cum and her juices. He lay there for a minute and then shouted for Mario. Mario came running in. He looked at both of them. Flavius seemed ok, just exhausted. The girl was still hacking, trying to get her breath back. Mario left the room, then came back with two servants who lifted her up and carried her out. Mario was thinking he would have to replace her immediately as next time Flavius would probably kill her by accident. He had enjoyed that a bit too much. Flavius went to sleep soon thereafter.

The next day he had numerous meetings with his political allies. They were calling in old debts, raising money. They also sent messengers to the far corners of the empire, recalling people and soldiers to help bolster the number of people in Rome Flavius could count on in a fight. A message reached him that one of Gaius’ cronies had been roughed up in an alleyway last night. The wheels had started turning.

Late in the day he got a note from the owner of a major brothel on the other side of the city. The note said he has some information that might be of interest to Flavius, please come see him as soon as possible.

That evening a half dozen of his friends came over for dinner. Flavius told them he had a real treat for them later. They got quite drunk and were trading jokes about what they were going to do to their political enemies once they regained power. Most of the jokes were complete fantasies and involved horrible torture and violence. They were quite worked up when Mario came in and signaled things were ready.

They were led to the back of the house to a large dark room. Inside could just be made out, were a large number of women tied up in various positions. One was tied face down, her torso on a narrow bench, and her legs tied to two lower benched at the back, and her arms on two lower benched at the front. She had a ball gag in her mouth. Her cunt was nice and exposed at the back for anyone to take.

Another woman was in stocks, another was hanging from the ceiling by her arms, another strapped in a swing, and another was tied spread eagle on the floor with her legs tied up high and open. There were a number of others tied up as well. Three or four women circulated around and were available for pleasure in any way one desired. Beds and couches were scattered around the room.

Two men with hoods and whips made rounds from woman to woman, whipping them across the ass to remind them to behave and do whatever the men wanted or else.

“Have at it. Do whatever you want.” Flavius raised his glass of wine and cheered the men on. They had no need of being told to go at it. They immediately started fucking the women with abandon. Flavius was more the voyeur tonight. He was getting off as much looking at what was going on as he would have been actually participating. He watched his friend Cato take on the woman on the bench. Flavius enjoyed looking at Cato’s face, his body movements, his cock going into and out of the woman. He loved she was restrained, helpless to Cato’s fucking. He found himself stroking his own cock, hard and hot.

He went over and watched Claudius throat fucking a woman whose head was restrained in a harness and her mouth forced open with a clamp. Her eyes looked like a wild horse in a fire. Flavius practically shot a load just watching them without even touching himself.

A few of the women were being fucked by more than one man at a time. One at each end. Flavius’ friend Julius was having a great time with the woman on the swing. She floated away then swung back, legs open and her cunt swallowed his cock briefly before floating away again.

Flavius stood in one place near the center of the room and spun slowly around. It was an amazing sight. He took it all in, the grunting and moans, screams, the smell, the visuals of his friends lost in ecstatic pleasure. They were in another world. Flavius loved peeking into other people’s secret worlds.

As Flavius stood there, two of the roving women came over. One began to suck on his cock, while the other played with his balls and licked his ass. They went over to one of the beds where the two women continue licking, sucking and playing with his cock, balls and ass. He could feel one woman’s tongue wrapped around his cock, and another’s buried and twirling inside his ass. He drifted away on a cloud of pleasure until he felt himself riding a wave, a huge wave, which built higher and higher, until it crashed in the most wonderful way. The women teased him, sucked him dry, and left him limp on the couch. He felt someone massaging him tenderly, and he went with it and was soon asleep.

The party went on around the sleeping Flavius. His guests fucked and were sucked for hours on end. Eventually even the hardiest of his guests was exhausted. Mario and the other servants helped the guests leave. Most were carried away by their own servants and bodyguards. Flavius was carried to his bed and tuck in for the night.

The next day he did not accomplish much of anything. He had a splitting hangover. He spent much of the day in bed or soaking in his bath. He went to bed early, alone, and slept the sleep of the dead.

The next day he was up early, ready to take on the world. He got his body guard together in the afternoon and made his way through a warren of streets in the shadier part of the city. His destination was at large expensive brothel. He met with the owner of the brothel and they exchanged pleasantries, laughing at stories about things they had seen over the years.

The conversation then pivoted to political issues. The owner asked Flavius what it would be worth for some information he knew that could hurt Gaius, and his family. Flavius was very interested. They negotiated a price if the information was damaging. The owner told Flavius what he knew. Flavius opened his money box, scooped out several hand full of money. Then another handful.

“Yes, thank you. That’s exactly what I need.”

Flavius left in an ecstatic state. It wouldn’t be as good as fucking his head, but close. He had heard rumors, but he didn’t know things had degenerated to this extent. It would be a very good start to his revenge. He went home, tired but very happy. He took a nice hot bath, got a relaxing massage. Then went to bed alone. He didn’t want to be tempted. The next day he stayed home. A number of his political allies visited him. They were not sure yet how to reverse their fortunes. It would take money or intimidation to get enough votes. Both of those took time. They were running out of time. Flavius took a long nap in the midafternoon, resting up. He had a light meal alone.

It had been dark for a while when he snuck out of the house by a back door. He was in disguise as a tradesman. He took only one of his body guards. A man he trusted entirely, literally with his life. They made their way to the brothel Flavius had visited the day before. The owner was waiting for him. The owner escorted him to a room where he changed into different clothes. Put on a mask. Then the owner took him up several floors, down a dark hall. Then they came to a door way with a cloth screen hanging down.

The brothel owner parted the screen and pointed, “Right in here. He is the one with the pink mask. Should be in the back right corner.”

Flavius entered the room. There were at least twenty people in the room. Everyone wore masks. About half were male and half female. At least they looked female. But in fact they were males, dressed and wearing wigs and makeup, to look like females. The women were sucking on the men, being kissed and fucked in the ass by the men. Flavius looked to the back corner. He saw the person he was looking for. The one with the pink mask. He/she was sucking on a man’s cock. Flavius went back and got into bed with the two. They didn’t seem to care.

She/he was wearing a short toga that barely covered her bottom. Her false breasts looked very realistic under the cloth, and a wig of dark hair fell to her waist.

She attacked the man’s cock vigorously and before too long he came in her mouth. She sucked it all in and swallowed all of it. The man looked very satisfied and left. Then the woman turned and looked towards Flavius.

“And what would you like? A blow job? Something else?”

Flavius said he wanted to start with a blow job but certainly didn’t want to stop there.

Though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell this turned her on. It was what she wanted. Flavius raised his toga up exposing his cock. It didn’t take long for the man/woman to start sucking on him. Flavius let her do what she wanted to him at the woman’s pace. His goal was further down the road. He was nice and hard now, very hard. He had a raging hardon with the thought of what he was doing. After a few minutes Flavius made it known he wanted to take the next step.

The woman took him out of her mouth and turned around. He/she got on her hands and knees and awaited being taken. She found some oil that was in a pot on the bed and slid it back towards Flavius. Flavius oiled himself up a little and put a little in her. He didn’t want too much. He wanted this to hurt. Flavius grabbed his cock and aimed it’s tip towards the man’s asshole. He pushed his way in little by little. Awwww, yes. A tight fucking asshole. It got him even harder. The man underneath him was responding to what was going on. He seemed to enjoy it. Flavius went all the way in and then went at it hard. The man was bucking, and moaning, telling Flavius to fuck her harder, deeper. Flavius loved every second of it.

Flavius knew he was going to cum any second. He shot one load into his ass, then gripped down on his prostate like a vice, holding back the second load for just enough time to pull his cock out, flip the man/woman over and shove it back into his mouth. It was a bit painful, but when he released the grip he felt pulses of cum shooting out. His ass smeared cock was in his/her mouth, pumping cum. He loved it. Cum in her ass and mouth. The woman seemed to love it too.

Flavius stood up next to the bed a little woozy from his effort. He looked down at the man/woman who was oozing cum out of her ass, and had cum on her lips. Flavius took a mental picture of this to bring up any time he wanted, needed it. The man/woman turned on her side, and used her tongue and fingers to lap the cum off her lips.

“Mmmm. You taste good. Come back again. I will be waiting for you.”

Flavius was laughing inside. He tried not to betray his true feelings.

“You were a great fuck. I will definitely be back. You can be sure of it.”

Yes! He had just fucked Marcus, Gaius precious son. Take that, Gaius! I fucked Marcus. Flavius couldn’t have been happier. He doubted he would be back, but you never know. Fucking Gaius’ son was very erotic.

That’s one fuck down. Three to go.

Flavius cleaned up in the bath of the brothel owner. He told the brothel owner that he wants to fuck every member of Gaius’ family. He is not sure how yet, but he was going to work on it. If the owner ever came across any information that would help him accomplish this, he would appreciate it. The brothel owner nodded his head, and assured Flavius he would pass anything along that would help.

He went home very happy. Between the gang leader’s work, and tonight’s revenge, he felt he was making progress taking power back. He had nothing left to fuck anyone, but he was highly sexually charged from what he had done and wanted to watch someone. He asked Mario to find two men and a woman to entertain him.

He spent the rest of his evening watching the men take the woman in all possible combinations. The men were told to be a little rough with the woman, so they basically used her as a toy. They started out with one man penetrating the woman’s mouth and throat at the same time the other man was riding her like an animal. He was way up high with her hips inside his legs.

They slapped her around, spanking her bottom, then put both of their cocks in her vagina at the same time. It looked impossible but they did it. Flavius loved this, and cheered them on. He even got out of bed and went over to look very closely at what was going on. If he hadn’t already cum so hard tonight, he would have joined in.

One of the men picked the woman up and impaled her in the cunt, while the other came up from behind and shoved his pole up her ass. They spent the next half hour fucking her to virtual death. First one in the cunt, one in the ass, then both in the ass, then they switched. She became a shaking and quivering, mass of flesh. Despite that, the men kept going at her, as Flavius had not given them permission to stop. Finally he gave the signal for them to cum in her ass. He didn’t want her to get pregnant too soon. He wanted to repeat this act at least a few more times. Mario once again had to get some help to remove the woman from the playing field.

With that Flavius felt satisfied enough to go to sleep.

GAIUS

There had been a steady stream of people today feeding Gaius with information about what was going on in the city. He became aware of Flavius hiring some gangs to make trouble. Gaius sent out the word to his allies to be cautious, not go out at night if at all possible, hire additional body guards. He would see if he couldn’t up the ante with a couple of the gangs and stop and possibly even reverse the violence against his friends. He also heard about the messengers being sent abroad. He sent his own spies and messengers out. With any luck, many of Flavius’ messages would never make it. Or if they did, the people receiving them never make it back to Rome. It wasn’t fool proof, but certainly a good response.

After dinner he called Julia into his study. He told her he had found her a husband. He was from a very rich and powerful family and would help the family advance their status in society and the Empire. Julia had met the man at a various parties and events over the years. There was no way she was going to marry him. Any man really. She told her father her feelings. He listened, but insisted it had to be done. She had to marry him. Julia broke down in tears. She told her father she would rather kill herself than marry. Gaius asked if it was just the man or something else.

After much nervous apprehension, Julia admitted she was in love with someone else. Gaius kept pressing until Julia admitted it was Lucius, Flavius’s son. Gaius looked horrified, though in fact he had suspected this was going on for quite some time. He tried to calm his passion. He was close to striking Julia. He needed a cooler head. Maybe somehow he could use this to his advantage. He told Julia to go to her room. He needed to think. He would tell her in the next day or two, what her fate was to be.

After a while the solution came to him, and he picked up his pen and wrote another message.

FLAVIUS

Flavius spent the next day essentially as he had the past few days. A combination of meeting with his allies working on strategies and tactics to get their power back, and thinking about how he could fuck all the members of Gaius’ family. It was becoming an obsession with him. He was pleased then when early in the afternoon a message arrived from the brothel owner stating he had some information along the lines they discussed last time, please come over.

Flavius once again filled a box full of coin, got his body guard together and made his way across the city. He was greeted warmly by the brothel owner.

“I have done what you asked last time, and made inquiries, using my sources. I have found out something, but you’re not going to like it.”

Flavius said, “Go ahead. Whatever it is, if it helps me. I want to know.”

The owner said, “Well, my sources tell me, that your son, Lucius, has been seeing Gaius’ daughter, Julia, on a regular basis. It looks quite serious.”

Flavius turned red with rage. My stupid fucking son. He has betrayed me in the worst way possible. He just sat there and steamed for a while. Then opened the chest and threw a large number of coins on the brothel owner’s desk. He got up in a huff and left without saying a word.

All the way home Flavius steamed with anger and swore. He was not sure even if he wouldn’t go home and kill his son. But as he walked he thought better of it. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Yes. It just might work.

When he got home he summoned Lucius to his study. As soon as Lucius sat down, Flavius let loose in a hail of angry words.

“Julia? Julia? You are involved with Julia? Are you mad? You know our families are at war with each other.”

Luscious look at his father not knowing what to say. He decided to come clean.

“Yes, we are in love. We plan to get married despite what the families think of it. We will run away, find a place no one knows us. Live together. Have a family.”

Flavius laughed, “Are you insane. Gaius will never let that happen. Never. He will find you no matter how long it takes. And when he finds you he will kill you in a heartbeat.”

Luscious didn’t care. A life without Julia was no life at all.

Flavius thought he had Lucius just where he wanted him. Now he could ask what before would have been impossible to ask.

“I will help you. You can take Julia to our fortress on the island off the coast of Greece. I will even send an army to protect you. But you have to do one thing for me. Let me fuck Julia.”

Luscious looked horrified. He couldn’t imagine letting his father take Julia. It was unthinkable. But also couldn’t live with losing her to a husband. He was uncertain as to what to do. He decided he would have to discuss it with Julia. They were to meet tonight.

Flavius told Luscious he had to decide soon, as Gaius was leaving soon for his summer home and it would be impossible for months to run away with Julia. By then she might be married.

It was a lot for Luscious to absorb. He told his father he would meet Julia tonight and then tell his father his decision tomorrow.

Flavius went to sleep that night with a grin on his face. He had a good chance of fucking yet another member of Gaius’ family. He couldn’t help but sympathize a little with Luscious and Julia. He had a similar issue as at about the same age with Lucilla, Gaius’ wife. They also thought of running away together, but cooler heads prevailed, mostly on Lucilla’s side. They broke things up in the end and had only seen each other in passing over the years. Flavius still pined for her, dreamed of her often. And if the eyes she gave him on the rare occasions she felt it was safe to do so, were any indication, she wanted him too. Perhaps he could exploit that in some way. Flavius fell asleep with the gears in his head spinning.

The next morning he went to his office and tried to concentrate on the numerous documents piled on his desk. But it was no use, he was thinking about Lucius and Julia. Finally late morning Lucius entered his office.

Lucius looked very tired and nervous. He slumped down in a chair across from his father, put his head in his hands.

“Are you sure you want to do this. It could have grave consequences.”

Flavius had thought about it, long and hard. He knew kidnapping Julia would surely start an armed conflict between the two families. He had done the math, and felt he had enough of an upper hand to prevail. He told Lucius that yes, he was prepared for whatever occurred.

Lucius said then that he and Julia were prepared to run away to the family island, but he couldn’t let his father fuck her. He hasn’t had the courage to tell her. Flavius said there was no deal then. Lucius then said, well, there was a way, but only if Julia didn’t know it was Flavius fucking her. That was the only way he would do it. He would drug her, and restrain her, before Flavius would fuck her. Flavius thought about it, and came to the conclusion that it was enough for now that only he knew. At the right time he would taunt Gaius with all the details in how he had fucked the whole family. It would probably be better, in fact, if the information didn’t get out too soon. Flavius told Lucius that his proposal would work. He wanted to do it soon though. Lucius agreed to the plan, and would have everything prepared for tomorrow night. He told his father of the location of the house that he and Julia had their secret rendezvous. With that Lucius left. Flavius was beyond happy. All his plans for revenge were working out.

The next evening Flavius again snuck out with only one body guard and made his way to the location Lucius had given him. When he got there the door was open. He had his body guard go in first, make sure everything was safe before entering himself. When given the all clear he went into the darken house, made his way through the atrium to the back of the house. He could see some dim light coming from one room.