Rome, about 16 B.C.
Lucius felt Lucipor's cock grow flaccid inside him and whimpered slightly as it started to slip from his body. He gripped Lucipor's waist tighter, determined to keep him there as long as humanly possible. Lucipor chuckled, his face still buried in Lucius' shoulder, his breath hot against the spot where he had bitten down hard onto Lucius' flesh. There would be teeth-shaped bruises in the morning and Lucius would bear the marks proudly, if foolishly, for the entire household to witness.
Muscles moved underneath his hands and despite his protests Lucipor finally disentangled himself from Lucius' bruising embrace and rolled off to the side. He remained close though, his head resting on Lucius' shoulder, one arm thrown carelessly across Lucius' chest, a leg thrust between Lucius' own.
"Lucius..."
"No, a hundred times no, a thousand times no," Lucius exclaimed.
Lucipor brushed his hand across Lucius' cock, still half-hard. "You didn't..."
"Hardly likely with you..." Lucius sighed. "You couldn't have brought the subject up at a worse time, Lucipor."
"I had no choice. Every time I have tried to talk to you under different circumstances you have fled the room or even the house, Lucius. It is only while we are fucking that I have your undivided attention and you have little means of escape," Lucipor explained quietly.
"I could gag you," Lucius interjected, noting with satisfaction that Lucipor's body was tensing next to his.
"I could refuse your bed until such time as you see reason," Lucipor retorted.
"You wouldn't dare!" Lucius exclaimed. Such disloyalty was unthinkable.
Lucipor arose from the bed and started looking for his loincloth. "I dare, Lucius, for the sake of your family and your name, I dare."
Lucius ignored the flash of arousal shooting through his body at such a wanton display of dominance and collected himself. He was still paterfamilias and Lucipor a household slave -- a favored slave perhaps, but this was still Rome and there were laws and customs more important than desire at stake. "I'll have you flogged, Lucipor," he said.
Lucipor smiled grimly. "That is your right, of course. You may even take me by force, if you so wish, but I will not share your bed until such time as you see reason."
Lucius did not know where it came from, but he bayed like a wolf enraged. Such disloyalty was unpardonable. He sprung up from the bed, red-hot fury behind every movement and grabbed Lucipor, one arm locked around his throat, another twisting Lucipor's right arm around his back until the joint at his shoulder was straining with effort. He ripped off the loincloth and hurled Lucipor the few paces back to the bed, throwing him face down with more force than was necessary as Lucipor was not resisting.
"On your knees!" Lucius ordered, still blinded by fury.
Lucipor complied instantly. Lucius was behind him in moments, his cock throbbing as much as the anger within him. He thrust in without preparation, took Lucipor hard and fast and tried to block out the sounds emanating from Lucipor's throat. Lucipor did not fight him.
Lucius settled into a galloping pace of fucking, while Lucipor ceased making any sound at all. The too-tight heat became wet and pliable and Lucius forced himself not to look, not to think about what that meant. He just kept going. He came with a roar, forcing his cock as far as he could possibly thrust it into Lucipor and shuddered, falling across Lucipor's back.
After a few seconds Lucipor crawled out from under him. "Will that be all Master?" He asked, his voice hard and steady.
"Lucipor, I..." words failed Lucius.
"If you have any further need of me, I will be in the slave quarters," Lucipor said quietly yet clearly. He picked up his loincloth without meeting Lucius' eye and quietly limped out of the room.
Later, much later, Lucius rose from the bed and walked over to the wash basin and the jar of water in the corner. He tried not to notice the water running off him which was tinted pink with blood. Lucius returned to his bed and lay there staring at the closed door, at the spot where Lucipor had paused just long enough for the image to burn itself into his retina. It was the first time in nearly four years that Lucipor had returned to the slave quarters for the night.
Lucius remained in his quarters for two days, pleading a chill. Lucipor attended to him without question, brought in his meals and water to wash and anything Lucius might request, never once meeting his eye but instead demurely gazing at the floor like the perfect slave. On the third day, Lucius realized that to remain in his quarters out of self pity and embarrassment would cause serious disruption to the family and emerged to take care of the every day chores of the Roman patriarch.
And still, Lucipor remained the picture-perfect example of a household slave. Each night, he would quietly ask whether Lucius had any further need of him, and Lucius, his face red with shame, would shake his head mutely, after which Lucipor would quietly exit his chamber and make his way to the slave quarters.
It was a fortnight before pent-up desire got the better of Lucius. As every night, Lucipor, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, asked: "Is there anything else I can do for you, Lucius?"
Lucius swallowed hard. "I would like... please, Lucipor, share my bed tonight."
"As you wish," Lucipor nodded without looking up and quickly and efficiently divesting himself of his clothes, while Lucius looked on, his cock growing hard with arousal. Lucipor walked to the bed, arranging himself atop the sheets on his hands and knees and remained there, his cock limp and entirely devoid of interest.
Lucius swallowed the bile threatening to rise to the surface and cleared his throat. "Not like... lie down on your back Lucipor."
Lucipor hesitated only a moment before rolling over and raising his legs until his knees were flush with his shoulders, stoically staring at the ceiling.
Lucius sighed and got up onto the bed, gently lowering Lucipor's legs to the sheets. Then he took Lucipor's flaccid cock into his mouth and started to suck. Lucipor did not make a sound. His cock started filling with blood eventually, but remained only half-hard, no matter how hard Lucius sucked or how much of it he managed to work down his throat.
Lucius' own cock had lost all interest in the proceedings. Eventually, he sighed and moved over to lie besides Lucipor, wanting to touch and caress and undo whatever he had done that had led to this, but not daring to for fear of making it worse.
After a few minutes Lucipor cleared his throat. "Is there anything else you wish to do?"
Lucius laughed humorlessly. "I wish for you to fuck me, long and hard and thoroughly. I wish for you to thrust your cock inside me, fast and hard. I wish for you to use me."
It is not right for a slave to fuck his master," Lucipor said quietly.
"Not even if the master orders the slave?" Lucius asked angrily.
Lucipor shrugged slightly. "The flesh cannot be forced, Lucius. You may take me though."
"You aren't aroused," Lucius stated.
"No, but that should have no bearing on your enjoyment of the act," Lucipor said coldly. "You have the right to use my body. You have always had that right."
Lucius felt the cold shivers of shame creeping up his spine. "I do not wish to... use you against your will."
"I am a slave, Lucius, I have no will," Lucipor said, rising from the bed. "If you have no further use of my body, I will retire."
"Wait!" Lucius cried out. "Stay with me tonight, please."
"As you wish," Lucipor responded, getting back into bed.
Lucius pulled him close, so his body was flush against his and tried to will his muscles to relax. "Will you forgive me?"
Lucipor shrugged. "There is nothing to forgive."
"I... I hurt you," Lucius stammered.
"I have been hurt worse before," Lucipor replied. "The body heals."
"I never meant to... you have my sincerest apologies Lucipor," Lucius said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"There is no need," Lucipor murmured. "You were within your rights."
Lucius sighed. "I may have been within my rights as your master, but not as your lover."
"But you are my master, Lucius," Lucipor interrupted coldly. "If I may be so bold, a lover is an equal, if not in the eyes of the law than in the privacy of the bed chamber."
"Very well, speak, freely and as an equal. I will listen," Lucius sighed.
Lucipor turned and met his eyes for the first time in fourteen days. "Your son has been weaned eight moons, Lucius. It is time you lay with Livia so that she may conceive again."
"I can't Lucipor, I... the thought repels me," Lucius exclaimed. "One son is all the heir that is required."
"Your son is not yet four, Lucius, he may still fall victim to some childhood malady. It is essential for the sake of your family that you produce more children."
"I... do you know how much wine was required for me to... thankfully Livia was with child almost immediately, otherwise..." Lucius stuttered.
Lucipor smiled faintly. "Livia is young and fertile. If you engage the services of a good midwife, I have little doubt that not many visits to her chamber would be required for conception."
"I do not...," Lucius sighed and grasped Lucipor's hand. "I know we've never talked of it, but I have been faithful to you since the first time we..."
"I've never had the right to ask... but thank you, Lucius," Lucipor murmured. "Still, impregnating your wife can hardly be counted as infidelity."
"I am getting older, Lucipor, I do not know that I can... when I was younger, it was easier to lie with a woman after abstaining..." Lucius stammered, color creeping onto his face.
"I will make sure you are ready Lucius," Lucipor replied gently. "We will have oysters and wine and I will couple with you and then, when you are sufficiently aroused, you can have Livia brought to your chamber to bring you to completion and, Juno willing, conceive in the process."
"I do not wish to," Lucius sighed heavily.
"You must, for your family, for Rome," Lucipor replied stoically. "As soon as she is with child you will get reprieve until that child too is weaned. You won't have to touch her again for several years."
Lucius nodded. "Will you... will you be my lover again, Lucipor?"
"I never stopped being your lover, Lucius, I acted in your best interests because I love you," Lucipor said quietly and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Lucipor's tongue thrust into his mouth with vigor and he felt Lucipor's cock hardening against his hip. Lucius moaned softly, closing his eyes and spreading his legs to receive him.
~*~*~*~
The best midwife of Rome had been consulted. There had been oysters and wine as Lucipor had promised. When the edges of his vision had grown fuzzy with the effects of the wine, Lucipor had taken him to bed and fucked him, long and hard and thoroughly, until the sheer pleasure of having Lucipor inside him had threatened to cause him to spill, quite without Lucipor's hand on his cock. Lucipor had thrust hard one more time then, his cock twitching hard within Lucius' body as he came and then he had withdrawn hurriedly. Livia had been hustled into the chamber by another slave almost immediately, giving Lucius just enough time to roll over onto his back.
"Lucius," she had said only slightly taken aback by the view of him, flushed and sweaty on the bed displaying his arousal.
They had explained it to her, of course, or maybe she had guessed over the years; it was no secret within the walls of the house that Lucipor had been sharing his bed since shortly after his arrival at the household. Whatever the case, she had quickly disrobed and come to him.
And now she was sitting on the edge of the bed, still nude, and crying silently. "Am I that repulsive to you, Lucius?" She sobbed.
Lucius startled. How to explain to a girl not yet eighteen that it wasn't her, that it was any woman? He rose and laid a hesitant hand on her shoulder. "No Livia, you are beautiful, the mother of my son. I did not ever dare to hope that I should be so lucky as to have both, a beautiful wife and a healthy son."
"Then why can you not lie with me Lucius?" She cried.
"Livia, my love, please do not cry," Lucius pleaded. "The fault is all mine."
He was at a complete loss, vaguely patting her shoulder in the hopes that that would suffice and after a few minutes, her sobbing subsided. She turned to him then, eyes rimmed red and stammered: "I could... I once overheard the slaves at my father's house, they were... one of them said that one of my brothers..." she blushed fiercely. "She said that my brother liked nothing better than when she... when she took his... into her mouth. I could try."
Lucius tried to smile reassuringly. "Thank you, Livia but no. I would not want to impose on you like that."
"But the midwife said... you need another son Lucius!" Livia wailed.
"Believe me, I know," Lucius replied bitterly. "But truthfully, Livia, I do not think that I will be able to..."
"Call your slave," Livia said calmly.
Lucius almost choked on his breath. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me, call your slave," Livia said, her voice much too raw. "Get him to..." she took a deep breath. "You have been coupling with him, yes?"
Lucius was too taken aback to do anything except nod.
"You do not have these... problems with him?" Livia continued.
Lucius shook his head mutely.
"Then call him in here," Livia said, conviction strong in her voice, "I will do whatever it takes to ensure that you have another son."
"Livia... truly, I appreciate your loyalty, but.." Lucius stammered.
"Do as I say Lucius," Livia said, generations of Rome's finest matrons evident in her voice.
Lucius nodded his head in acquiescence and went to the door to summon Lucipor to his rooms.
"Well, did it work?" Lucipor said, opening the door and hiding his surprise well when he saw Livia sitting on the bed.
"Lucipor, is it not?" Livia asked, her voice cold as steel.
"Indeed Madam," Lucipor responded politely.
"I have a favor to ask of you, Lucipor, for the family's sake," Livia explained. "Lucius found it impossible to... you must help him, Lucipor. You must do whatever is in your power to allow Lucius to lie with me."
Lucipor blushed then. "Madam, do you know what you are asking?"
"For the family, Lucipor, I beseech you," Livia said passionately. "It is for the good of the family."
Lucipor's eyes flickered to Lucius' face, the question clear in his eyes. Lucius nodded his head almost imperceptibly. "Yes, Madam," Lucipor agreed turning back to Livia. "If you would lie on the bed in readiness Madam, I will do as you wish. You may choose to close your eyes, Madam."
Livia bowed her head slightly in agreement and moved to lay down on the bed, drawing up her knees and spreading her legs. Lucipor stepped up behind Lucius, resting his chin on Lucius' shoulder and whispered: "Are you certain about this Lucius."
"No, but I don't see any other way, do you?" Lucius murmured, leaning his body heavily against Lucipor's.
"Very well," Lucipor replied, rubbing his groin against Lucius' hips and brushing his fingers across Lucius' cock, which was starting to fill with blood. "You will kneel over her and I will fuck you. Once I've entered you, you will enter her and you will keep going until you spill inside her, agreed? I only wish to do this once."
"Yes, Lucipor," Lucius agreed.
Lucipor took a bottle of oil from the table and loosened his loincloth. "Just a little oil for myself," he whispered, applying some to his cock. "You've still got my seed inside you, don't you Lucius? All wet and loose from riding my cock. I'll have to fuck you harder to get my pleasure this time."
Lucius gasped. His cock hard and throbbing in anticipation.
Lucipor reached forward and applied some oil to Lucius' own cock, whispering, "she'll be scared half-to-death, she'll need it."
Lucius moaned at the touch.
"On the bed Lucius," Lucipor rasped.
Lucius hastened to the bed. He crawled up the footend, between Livia's spread thighs until he was bracing himself against the mattress at either side of her head, his groin aligned with hers. Her eyes were wide open, staring at him with fear written plainly across her face, pupils dilating as Lucipor came into view behind him.
He leaned down, whispering, "close your eyes, Livia, please," and kissed her mouth as Lucipor thrust into him.
Livia closed her eyes, her entire body shaking and Lucius sighed in relief, then moaned in pleasure as Lucipor set a brutal pace, thrusting into him, taking him hard and deep.
"Now, Lucius!" Lucipor grunted.
Lucius took hold of his own cock, hard and purple now, positioned it at the entrance to Livia's body and pushed forward. Lucipor had been right, even with the oil, Livia was tenser and tighter than Lucipor had ever been. Lucius groaned as he slid all the way into her. For a few seconds he feared he might yet lose his erection, but Lucipor started pounding into him with renewed vigor, whispering obscenities and biting his back and shoulders. Somehow Lucius found his rhythm and started thrusting in tandem.
Livia lay there white as the sheets with her eyes firmly closed and her face a grimace of fear.
"Make it quick, Lucipor, please, for her sake," Lucius hissed.
Lucipor didn't reply, but changed the angle of his thrusts until Lucius gasped, "yes, there."
Lucius could feel the orgasm building at the base of his spine, could feel Lucipor's unforgiving thrusts grow even deeper and more erratic, brushing across that place deep inside him that could give so much pleasure. "Are you almost ready?" Lucipor panted.
Livia lay there as still as a corpse and as pale as one, while, driven by Lucipor's unrelenting assault on his ass, he was pushed deeper and deeper inside her. His arms were shaking now with the effort of staying upright.
Lucipor thrust once more, harder and deeper than before and then Lucius could feel his cock twitching inside him and Lucipor was biting his back hard to keep himself from shouting his completion. With a shout Lucius himself came hard inside Livia's body. Before he had time to recover, Lucipor withdrew from him and pulled him up by the waist, lest he fall on Livia.
His legs would not support him though, so Lucipor settled him atop the bed next to his wife and covered him with a sheet, before doing the same for Livia, only then stopping to pick up his own loincloth. "I will ask one of the women to come and help her back to her rooms," he said, then added quietly, "I shall be back later to change your bedding."
Lucius looked at Livia, still ashen and unmoving upon the bed except for the silent tears that were running down her face and sent a fervent prayer to Juno in the hopes that the goddess would listen and Livia would be with child before the month was over.
~*~*~*~
"Your wife has requested to see you, Lucius," the old slave said.
Lucius nodded and made his way to the women's quarters. Livia received him in her chamber, the first time he had seen her since the night she had visited his bed, pale but collected.
"You asked to see me Livia?" He began.
"I am not with child," Livia replied without further ado.
"Livia... I can't..."
"Agreed," she interrupted. "I do not wish to repeat... there is another solution. Please, will you sit down?"
Lucius sat in the proffered chair and looked at her intently. "What do you propose Livia?"
She shrugged. "One of the slaves... nobody need ever know if you are prepared to acknowledge paternity."
"Slaves can't be trusted, Livia," Lucius replied quietly.
"There is one that can," she said coldly. "The one that is your wife in everything but name."
"Lucipor? But..." Lucius began to protest.
She waved him into silence. "Please, Lucius, think. I do not believe you would be able to... not unless we... he might though. I can come to your chamber and he can do what needs be done and nobody need ever know."
"Are you sure Livia?" Lucius asked.
"I was raised from infancy to bear the heirs of a Roman gentleman, Lucius. I will bear enough heirs to become a matron, even if I will never be your wife in more than name," Livia said proudly. "Will he agree?"
"Yes," Lucius said. "For the family, for Rome. Lucipor will agree."
Livia nodded. "I will send a slave with the dates the midwife calculates," she explained.
"Livia, I am... if there is anything... I know this is perhaps not what you expected of marriage, but I have tried..."
Livia interrupted: "In the eyes of Rome I will always be Lucius Flavius Galerus' wife and mother to his heirs, Lucius, I am content with that. Your lover... go to him, love him, it is all he'll ever have."
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