The Achievements of The Divine Augustus Part 2: Marc Antony

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Gaius Octavius was now a well developed and well rounded man of fifteen winters, but in his fifteen years, he had seen more death than any young man his age should. He had witnessed the death of his his first personal slave and lover, the monstrously endowed Ajax at the hands of his mother, the ruthless Atia, after she’d walked in on her son and the slave. But to Octavius, Ajax was never anything more than a temporary distraction anyway…

His body had now the musculature of a veteran gladiator, without the scars. His pectorals were more defined now, his shoulders broad, along with tight abdominals, and his soft shoulder length blond hair was more beautiful than ever before. His voice had now deepened to a rumbling, masculine baritone and his blue-eyed gaze was deeply hypnotic. But his crowning glory, by far was his penis, which was now at least as big as Ajax’s was…

It was now past midnight. Octavius silently plodded out of his room in nothing but his breeches and made his way to the kitchen for a midnight snack, where a jar of fresh Hispanic olives was waiting for him. But as soon as he popped one into his mouth, he heard a curious sound. It sounded like the raucous grunting of a man in heat, along with the sharp squeals of a woman being fucked…from his mother’s room. if his father weren’t dead, he’d know who the man was, but as it was, the sounds of brutal, animalistic sex aroused his curiosity. He put the olives aside, and went silently to his mother’s bedchamber. Through the slightly open door, he could make out the distinct shape of his mother and the man. This couldn’t be! But then again, there was only one man in all of Rome, who could be so handsome. Only one man, with his awesome musculature, raven black hair, and deep blue eyes, who could set set the hearts of many women, girls, and men aflutter, not to mention their crotches…only one man, whose lovers claimed that he could make intensely passionate love to them all night every night without any sign of fatigue. This could only be the Marc Antony. 

His mother and Antony had only just finished rutting, and they were lying in the sweat of their lovemaking, talking, when suddenly, his mother rose and went to her bathroom and Antony rose and came toward the door, naked, with a cocky strut that caused Octavius’ jaw to drop. But the massive monster between Antony’s legs was definitely not sated. It was fully hard. Thelight glinted off the shiny head of Antony’s cock, just as he opened the door, and caught Octavius. Both men stared at the other in shock. Antony’s beautiful face then twisted in a grimace. He hissed angrily at Octavius, and said ‘I’ll deal with you later, boy!’ and went back in. Octavius ran back into his room and cowered under his sheets…what if Antony told Atia? She’d flay him alive, that was for sure…

For what seemed like millennia, Octavius stayed in bed, shivering in terror, until he heard Antony bid Atia goodbye…rather loudly. He opened his door a few inches and took a peek. Antony was indeed leaving. He sighed with relief and fell onto his bed. But then, he heard footsteps coming toward his room. Marc Antony opened the door and walked right in. he closed the door and came in so close to Octavius, so close that Octavius could feel Antony’s warm breath on his lips. It was intoxicating, and under different circumstances, Octavius would lean in and kiss this stud. But before anything could happen, Antony slid a hand around Octavius’ head and wrenched a fistful of the boy’s hair and whispered, ‘Tomorrow at noon, you will come to my ship, boy, for you need to be taught a lesson, or else, your mother will find out about your sexual escapades all over town and I doubt she’d be too happy at all…got it?’ Saying this, he slapped Octavius hard on the cheek and left.

The next day, at noon, Octavius left his house, ostensibly to go to the forum. He made for Antony’s ship, the Roma, that was anchored at the pier. He walked on to the ship and waited for Antony, who walked up to him naked, took him by the arm, and led him to his cabin. He walked in, and Antony shut the door behind him, and embraced him. Antony then dipped his head and kissed Octavius squarely on the mouth. Octavius couldn’t help but moan as Antony then proceeded to nibble his neck, and then with one swoop, he carried Octavius in his arms and laid him on the bed, and took his clothes off, and then lavished his attention on Octavius’ hard nipples. Wet kisses were then trailed down the hills and valleys of Octavius’ torso, finally coming to rest at his cock, which was now at full mast. Antony slid his legs under Octavius’, so that his legs were on either side of Antony’s hips. Octavius’ cock went into Antony’s mouth, next, and it was sucked with so much expertise that within a few minutes, Octavius unloaded several jets of sweet boycum down Antony’s throat, who swallowed it all as though it were sacred Ambrosia. He then proceeded to take control of Octavius’ mouth with his again, as he ground his hips and hard member into Octavius’. Within seconds, Octavius came back as strong as before. ‘You want me to make love to you, boy?’, asked Antony, and a fervent nod was all the answer he needed. He gently stuffed his enormous manhood into Octavius and pulled out again. Slowly, he started fucking Octavius until they were both covered in sweat, and so far gone in the sensual experience, that neither could Antony resist increasing the pace to a feverish tempo, nor could Octavius resist impaling him upon this stallion’s cock like a brazen whore. ‘Fuck me, Antony, fuck me like the bitch I am!’, yelled Octavius. Antony laughed and merely said, ‘What kind of language is that for a young Roman noble to use?’ as he fucked Octavius harder and faster than he’d ever been fucked before. Both were now yelling in sheer pleasure, and it wasn’t long before each of them had massive orgasms all over the other. 

After it was all over, Antony rose from the bed, leered at Octavius and said, ‘Well, boy, now its time to teach you never to spy on your mother again!’ and whistled. Twelve burly sailors entered the cabin, all naked, and all rough, hairy pigs of men, some sporting beards, piercings, and some, even, with teeth missing. Soon, each one of them was having his rough way with this pretty boy’s sweet tight ass, until finally, Octavius was covered in so much cum, that every inch of his sweet body was sticky, and the air smelt rank and stale of sex. Finally, Antony returned with a bucket of warm, soapy water, and washed his new found bitch of all the cum on his body, then fucked him silly again, helped him into his clothes, and took him home, where Atia would be waiting for both of them…