The Achievements of the Divine Augustus: Seducing the Master

Background: Gaius Octavius was the name of the man who was to become the first and best Emperor Rome had after the death of Julius Caesar. He was to become Augustus in the fullness of time, and although there are rumours of him having been bisexual, and of having had a sexual relationship with his grand –uncle Julius Caesar, there is no evidence to confirm this, and therefore, this story is entirely a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any persona, alive or dead.

Gaius Octavius sat in his favourite rickety wooden chair that's supported his twelve year old backside for as long as he could remember. Night had fallen over Rome, and all the city's faults evaporated in the pale light of the moon. The lights of various brothels and houses were lit, and the Forum, dark with the lack of senatorial business conducted during the decent hours of the day, loomed over the city like a giant pimple. Octavius sat down again, and pulled out a piece of parchment and an inkstone. He mixed some water with the inkstone and checked the consistency of it. Then, he pulled out a quill. 'To my dearest grand-uncle Gaius Julius Caesar, greetings,' he wrote, 'I, Gaius Octavius, son of Gaius Octavius and Atia of the Julii am pleased to inform you that we are well, and in peace, largely because of your care...'

He paused for a while to brush the stray lock of hair that'd just fallen into his eyes. Octavius was extremely good-looking for a twelve-year old. His long, blond locks, and piercing blue eyes, coupled with his thin, boyish frame, was such a pleasant sight, that it often caused many a Roman man to brak into a sweat under their tunics or togas, and then to hurriedly go and slink away to some dark corner, where they could release the building tension in their crotches at the tought of piercing this delectable boy's buttocks. But Octavius now stood on the brink of puberty. His voice had started to deepen, and all that swordfighting with old Maxentius had given him a decent musculature. But that was not what he noticed, and certainly not what he enjoyed the most about growing into manhood. What he enjoyed the most, was the milking of the serpent that lived in between his legs...

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On his last birthday, his mother, Atia, ahd gifted him his own slave, that she'd bouth from crabby old Scribonia from across the road. Ajax used to be a gladiator. His body was awesomely muscled, so much so that his muscles rippled in the light with every small movement of his limbs. His cock, however was massive. About seven inches flaccid, Ajax's monster grew to the size of a flagon of wine when erect, and about as wide as a Roman sesterce. It was Ajax, in fact, who'd introduced his young master to the purity, joy and unbridled pleasure of intercourse with a man. But not without giving him something to compare it to first. He'd taken Octavius to the very best brothel in town, where he'd gotten him to fuck the brains out of a Nubian virgin.

But the very next night, Ajax seduced his master. He challenged Octavius to a wrestling match, and ordered the other, lower slaves to remove their clothing, and apply olive oil on both their naked bodies, so that every part of them positively gleamed in the light. He then had the slaves leave them alone as they wrestled. One thing led to quite another, however, as Ajax had Octavius immobilised in a short space of time by pinning his master down by placing his finely muscled body over the young one's, and pinning down his arms. For what seemed like an eternity, afterwards, man and boy stared at one another, laughing at first, and then with an intense passion…a hunger, that Octavius couldn't explain, one that he was almost afraid of. But Ajax wasn't. He kissed Octavius squarely on the lips. Octavius didn't resist. He kissed this beast of a man right back and opened his mouth just a little so that Ajax's tongue came flooding right in, invading, feeling, probing every corner of the boy's mouth. Then their tongues fought a silent battle in his mouth, both softly moaning at the taste of the other. The muscular arms that'd pinned Octavius down now went around his head, coiling themselves tightly in his long, blond hair, deepening the kiss. Octavius' own hands, as if of their own accord, moved along this stud's torso, feeling the tightness of each muscle, until they came to rest at the older man's giant member.

Ajax rolled over as he gave the boy better access to his now fully engorged penis. Octavius was in awe. He moved his boyish hands along this beast's beast, up and down. He felt a sudden urge to see what it smelt like. So he leaned in and smelt Ajax's cock, surrounded by coarse hair. It smelt divine...slightly musky and of olive oil...manly. 'Put it in your mouth, boy,' said Ajax huskily, his lust now in full flame, 'Make sure you don't bite it, though.'Octavius swallowed as much as half of this beast without choking. But Ajax wasn't going to be so partially pleasured. He grabbed a fistful of the boy's long hair and pushed him further down his cock, and then pulled him back up again. The slave was now taking control of his own pleasure.

This continued for well over half an hour, and Octavius had grown quite proficient at this as Ajax strated to increase the tempo. But suddenly, Ajax pulled the boy's head off his cock and stopped. 'What happened, Ajax?' asked Octavius, trying to catch his breath. 'It's my turn, now, boy,' said Ajax as he roughly grabbed the boy's bare ass and flipped it over. He spread the boy's legs and buried his tonguw within his master's puckered rosebud He didn't really need to moisten it, though, as the olive oil had already made it slick enough for what Ajax planned. His licking, however, sent Octavius into new realms of pleasure. His voice had only just started to break, and so his moans of pleasure ranged in tone from manly grunts to boyish squeals. 'And now, boy, I claim my prize,' growled Ajax, at the pinnacle of his lusty heat. He placed the head of his massive tool at the entrance to his master's moist inner sanctum, and pushed in gently.

Octavius only felt the slight, momentary pain that all virgins feel when being deflowered. He grimaced at first, but then as more of Ajax's cock slid in, he began to feel more ecstasy. 'Ohh...make love to me, Ajax!...'moaned Octavius in the refined language of a nobleman, sounding a bit like an expensive whore. 'I'm not going to make love to you, boy, I'm going to FUCK you!' said Ajax as he bucked his hips in, and out again, faster, harder each time. He grabbed Octavius' legs and placed them on his massively muscled shoulders and rode his master hard, like a bull in heat that rides his cow.

By now, the sweat from both their bodies, mixed with the olive oil, began to run down their bodies in little rivulets. Octavius' long, blond hair was wet with sweat and his skin was flushed, as he spurred his new lover to rock his world. Ajax, however, needed no encouragement. The sweat ran down Ajax's awesomely muscled body and mixed with the copious amounts of precum dripping from Octavius' hole. Ajax then increased the tempo further, in and out, the wet slap of his huge, bullish testicles against Octavius' ass could be heard quite clearly. And just as their fierce "fucking" reached it's crescendo, Octavius could hold back no longer. With one last sluttish moan, his boyish manhood spurted jets of cum all over Ajax's massive pectorals. The warmth of te boy's cum, coupled with the feeling of his master's tight virgin ass finally pushed Ajax over the edge, as he let out one last, triumphant and animalistic grunt, and ejaculated so much into Octavius' waiting hole, that massive amounts of it leaked out onto the floor beneath them. Fully satisfied, both man and boy collapsed in each other's arms, kissing. They became regular lovers from then on...

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As Octavius finished the letter he was writing to his grand-uncle, Ajax entered his master's room, softly came up from behind Octavius, and began nibbling at his young master's neck. As Octavius turned to please his lover, however, he reminded himself that Ajax was merely relief. His main goal, however, was nothing more than to become his grand-uncle's bitch boy. He intended to be the first and only male lover of Gaius Julius Caesar.

THE END

Look out for thenext installment in the series, titled "The Achievements of the Divine Augustus: The Passion of Marc Antony".