But there were thoughts that worried Guy. How to smuggle family treasures in carts with Lodia's things and furniture? There can not do without help. Of course, he and Dennis could have put everything themselves, but it would take longer than someone to help them. But who? Guy had only two nominations: Bass - the main domestic slave and Samson - the freedman. The first one served Guy's grandfather, was loyal and clever ... but perhaps too clever for a slave. The second one performed the most delicate tasks of his master, but never let him down. But it was in a painful suspicious company that he had spent his free evenings. Guy did not rule out that someday it was Samson and his thugs who rush into his house in search of profit. A reliable and loyal slave was needed, strong, executive, not very clever, but also not a fool.
Suddenly there was a noise in the far corner of the garden. Climbing up a small staircase, a handsome young man, Agrelay, the son of one of the Greek slaves, tore apples from a tree. Slender, tanned, with blond curly hair, he inspired Guy to thoughts of a young Patroclus, with whom Achilles spent the nights during the siege of Troy. Agrelay was a domestic slave, but he always worked in the garden - he was strong and dexterous enough and, as Guy heard from his wife, he was good in bed. “Why? This is a great idea. The boy, however, does not trust me - he is afraid. But for Lodia he will do anything he wants, ”Guy thought, and, delighted at the unexpected solution of his problem, he closed his eyes and began to doze off.
***
A few years ago, Agrelay and his mother were bought by Lodia in one of the slave markets of Rome. Then the boy was unspeakably happy about this, because the alternative was to get into the harem to one of the Gothic leaders, who were ready to pay a round sum for him. Lodia saved him - for which he promised himself to be always faithful to her.
Lodia was his first woman. One day, late in the evening, when Agrelay was only 18 years old, he was in his room, getting ready to go and draw water to water the garden. Suddenly the front door opened and the hostess entered the slave room. Lodia was drunk, but as always extraordinarily beautiful.
- You! What are you doing here!? - shouted Lodia, angrily flashing eyes and pointing to Agrelaya, who immediately bowed his head and stepped back two steps.
“I live ... mistress — even though he admired his mistress and was selflessly devoted to her, he still knew how enraged she was and did not want to experience it for herself.
- Do you live? - Lodia realized that she had clearly not come to her quarters. She needed to somehow get out of an awkward situation, and nothing came to her better than to say: Yes, is this life ?! You are a thing, dear boy! My property is a toy. If you "live", then for what? Tell me.
- For you, my lady - Guy felt the ambiguity of his answer: on the one hand, he is her slave and forced to live only for her and according to her will, on the other hand, he himself was ready to serve her - his savior and his mother.
- You're right, dear. For me. And you are beautiful ... If I drank a little more, I would saddle you right here. But I am still in my mind and am not going to have sex with a slave in his dirty kennel - the last one sounded harsh, and Lodia, after a pause, added: That's what. Go to Prima - let her wash you immediately, change her clothes and send you to the guest bedroom. There I will wait for you - with these words the hostess left the room and wandered into the house. "I'm going to be sick. It is necessary to do something ”- she thought, leaving the slave.
Waiting for Lodia to leave, Agrelay ran to Prima. Usually he was not allowed to see her, because as a child he showed interest in her. Prima was a miracle to him. A miracle about which he dreamed, remaining alone with himself. He often imagined kissing her lips, neck, small, beautiful and tender breasts, how he broke into her ... How he marries her, how they build a family together. And if he experienced deep, unlimited gratitude to his mistress, then to Prima - love.
- Mrs. Lodia met me. She ordered me to go to you so that you washed me and put on a clean tunic - Agrelay said cheerfully.
- Here's another! First, wash yourself. And secondly, you will take a clean tunic in the chest that is to the right of the vats with water. Here, that green one. Take any - they are all washed - Prima turned around and was about to leave.
- Hey, wait! Where are you going?! - Agrelay was at a loss. So she had not yet spoken to him.
- I need a young gentleman. He wants me to sing to him before bedtime. - Prima haughtily looked at the young man and left.
To say that Agrelay was angry means to say nothing. He was furious. Jealousy and hatred ate him from within. He was ready to kill Mark - and it does not matter that he is the master's son. He took away from Agrelaya not just the girl he liked, but hope for a better future, for a happy life with his beloved. Agrelay wanted to take revenge on Mark, whatever it cost him.
Having washed and put on a tunic, he went to the guest bedroom. There was a dim light. Knocking on the door and waiting for the invitation, Agrelay walked in. Mrs. reclined on the couch opposite the huge red bed, which, nevertheless, did not even occupy a third of the room.
“Come on in, boy.” Lodia was still drunk, but in her voice there was confidence and a constant imperative tone. - Stand in front of me. Take off your tunic.
Agrelay did everything that he was told. sexytales He was afraid that if he did something wrong, he would be immediately punished, and even more he was afraid to disappoint his mistress. Fear affected his penis - it would seem that in such an environment he should have stood more than ever. But the young man was so excited and scared that his penis was in normal condition. Lodia understood everything:
- Do not be afraid of me ... now. Relax and lie down. Lie down comfortably - take the pillows. Wonderful! See, all is well. Now close your eyes. Take your dick with one hand and start massaging it slowly.
Agrelay began to caress himself. At first slowly, trying to get excited. Then faster and faster. Soon he opened his eyes and looked straight at his mistress - it was audacity, a deadly risk. But insanely nice. At some point he presented the Prima. But then her image disappeared when he saw what the lady was doing. She, running her hand under the hem of her tunic, stroked herself between her legs. Her eyes were closed.
Agrelay wound up. He accelerated the movement of the penis - he was filled with blood and stood in full growth. He dreamed of discharging, but he restrained himself, not wanting to disgrace himself in front of the lady, finishing before her, and even sprinkling sperm on a beautiful red cover on which he lay. Meanwhile, Lodia was also accelerating. The movements of her hands were sometimes rhythmic, then no. She then opened her eyes and stared at the young slave, then closed them and whispered something very quietly. Agrelay wanted to jump out of bed, run up to her and plunge into her with his dick, but he could not. Suddenly, as if reading his mind, Lodia got up and walked over to him. Lifting her tunic, she sat down at his feet and began to caress herself in sync with him. After a while, seeing Agrelaya’s exhausted gaze, she abruptly lifted, pushed him back and straddled. After a few frictions in her eyes darkened. Somewhere inside it there was a real explosion. His wave carried her away - Lodia felt herself flying somewhere. She finished. Without getting off her penis, she fell on Agrelaya’s chest, gently kissed him on the lips and whispered: “You are well done ... You are so good, my dear boy. You did me so well. My glorious, my good, my gentle ... my sweet Prima. "
Agrelay could not believe his ears. Rage eclipsed his mind. He turned his mistress on his back and began to furiously fuck her. Without ever stopping, he constantly increased the pace. At first, Lodia did not even understand what was happening, but then opened her eyes and began to help him, moving to the beat. They looked into each other's eyes. In his eyes was hatred, in her - curiosity. "Soul of me," she said confidently and clearly. And he grabbed her by the neck with his hand. Soon, Lodia began to choke. Agrelay saw it hesitated, but she blinked at him, letting him know that she wanted more. Then he squeezed her throat even more, began to enter it sharply and roughly. Suddenly, the tension of his body reached the limit, and he finished in his mistress, the woman who had once saved him. Having released her neck, Agrelay fell beside her.
Lodia cleared his throat for a long time. There were still sparks in her eyes. Finally, when she came to, she turned to the young slave, looked at him and said: “Wine reveals our secrets at the most inappropriate moments, dear. But look at it from the other side: now you are not alone in your unrequited love for Prima. ” With these words, she lay down on his chest and, running her hand into beautiful curly hair, began to gently stroke and comfort him.
“It seemed to me that you killed me, madam ... in her name
- It seemed to me you killed me ... with your own hand and a member
- Forgive me
“You have nothing to apologize for, dear.” I was very good.
- Me too, mistress. I want to be with you. Always with you
- We'll see. While I do not mind.
***
- Mr. Guy, wake up - a black slave gently touched his finger.
- What do you want? I just dozed off.
“You've been sleeping for several hours, lord.” Mrs. Lodia is back. With her neighbors - Mr. Sextus and his wife. Mrs. ordered to call you for dinner.
- Only guests were not enough. Okay, I'm going now - Guy was clearly not happy about the company his wife brought home. He hoped to discuss with her and the children a trip to the villa, and then, left alone, to talk about the plan they had come up with with Denis. “Now we have to wait until Sextus and his little wife go home, but knowing them, it could be in the morning,” Guy suggested.
(To be continued, if you wish)