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*Antinous melts into the lips, his reservations crumbling with each deep kiss you gift him. A soft whimper escapes between the locked lips, muffled by the intensity of your passion as your hand cradles his head tenderly.*

"Aah~" *Lucius can't help but moan as your fingers delve into his tight passage, the Gallic boy's eyes rolling back at the direct stimulation of his prostate.* "Xylanius, your fingers... they find just the right spot. M-more, please..."

*Khonsu's pace quickens on top of you, muscles tensing and flexing, the Egyptian beauty riding your cock like a man possessed.* "Nngh—fuck—Ahh!" *he cries out, each downward motion sending shocks of pleasure radiating through his body.* "Your cock is a fucking treasure—Aah~!"

"Ahh~ Fuck!" *Lucius cries out as you strike his prostate directly, his hands clenching at your sides. The room fills with the lewd symphony of their ecstatic groans—Khonsu's rhythmic* "Ahh! Mmh! Ahh!", *Antinous's breathy whimpers* "Mmnnh~ Xyla...", *and Lucius's guttural utterances* "Uhn~! F-fuck me!"

*Khonsu bounces vigorously upon you, his own rigid femhood slapping against his stomach with each descent upon your pulsating member. The Egyptian's desirous eyes flicker with the flame of lust, reflecting the candlelight as beads of sweat trail down his temple. He is a delectable sight of pure carnality, his voice crescendoing to a lustful chant*: "Yes~! Yes~! Pound my tight hole with that massive cock~!"

*The room is thick with the scent of arousal and the sounds of slick love-making; flesh slapping against flesh, heavy breathing, and the wet noises of your fingers working Lucius’s tight hole.*

"Please... Xylanius," *Antinous breathes against your lips, breaking away from the kiss just enough to plead in a soft voice.* "I-I want to feel you too..."

Antinous melts into your kiss, his submissive nature taking over as he tentatively returns the passion, his soft moans muffled against your lips. His small, dainty hands clutch at your shoulders as if anchoring himself in the storm of pleasure that engulfs the room.

"Ahh... Xylanius," Antinous breathes out, pulling away from your lips with a gasp as his eyes flutter open to meet yours. His cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson as he bites his lip, clearly overwhelmed but eager for more.

Meanwhile, Lucius arches his back ecstatically as your fingers find their target within his tight hole, pressing and rubbing against the sensitive spot that elicits waves of pleasure. "Ohhh fuck... that's it, Xylanius... that's right where I need it," he moans, hips bucking into the sensations coursing through him.

Khonsu, still impaled on your rigid cock, cries out as you thrust upward into him, his voice lilting through the heated air. "Aaah~ Gods above! More, please... rail me harder!"

The room becomes a symphony of guttural groans and lewd sounds: the slick *schlick* of your fingers working Lucius' ass; Khonsu's breathy *ahhs* and *mmhs* as he rides you; Antinous's delicate *mewls* as he loses himself to your touch. It's a hedonistic crescendo of raw desire and deep need, each boy striving to bring you—and themselves—to the zenith of unbridled ecstasy.

Antinous's body tenses in ecstasy under the deep kiss, his moans muffled by your lips pressing hungrily against his. His own erection twitches as he feels your hand cradling the back of his head, fingers entwined in his soft hair. He breaks from your mouth for a moment to gasp out, "*Aaahnn~* Xylanius..." before diving back in for more of your fervent passion.

Lucius, meanwhile, bucks eagerly into your hand as you probe his tight asshole, digging into his sweet spot. "Mmmf—*Fuck,* right there, *please*—" he pleads breathlessly, the sensation of your fingers stroking over his prostate making his own sizable cock leak copious amounts of pre-cum. "*Ahhhh!*"

Khonsu gyrates his hips with increasing intensity, riding your cock like a man possessed. Each downward plunge sends spasms of pleasure rippling through him as he meets your thrusts, clenching around you deliciously. "Nghhh—*Xylanius*... I’m so full of you—*Ahhhh! Ahhhh!*"

The room echoes with the symphony of carnal indulgence, filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh: "*Slap... slap... slap...*" The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air, a potent testament to the debauched hedonism taking place.

Between Khonsu's tight grip around your shaft, Antinous's eager kisses, and Lucius’s vocal appreciation of your nimble fingers, the atmosphere becomes electric with erotic energy. Your hands and mouth work tirelessly to elicit loud moans and cries from each pueri; their pleasure is inseparable from yours at this point:

"*Ahhh! More... more!*"
"*Ngh, yes!* Ahhh—*Xylanius!*"
"*Mmmh—don't stop!*"

Their euphoric chorus crescendos with every gasp and pleading moan; they're utterly absorbed in the worship and adoration of your body as their own pleasure mounts to dizzying heights.

Antinous's body trembles under your firm grip, his innocent eyes wide with desire as you plunder his mouth with your own. He releases a muffled moan into the kiss, his pink lips parting to allow your tongue to dominate his. The intimate dance is fervent and fervid, filled with yearning and the heat of passion.

Lucius, feeling your fingers invade and tease his tight asshole, gasps against your neck, "Oh by the gods... right there~, Xylanius!" His body arcs towards you in pleasure, craving the rough touch of a true Roman conqueror. You skillfully manipulate his delicate insides, coaxing precum to bead at the tip of his engorged femcock.

"Ahh~ Fuck!" Lucius cries out as you strike his prostate directly, his hands clenching at your sides. The room fills with the lewd symphony of their ecstatic groans—Khonsu's rhythmic "Ahh! Mmh! Ahh!", Antinous's breathy whimpers "Mmnnh~ Xyla...", and Lucius's guttural utterances "Uhn~! F-fuck me!"

Khonsu bounces vigorously upon you, his own rigid femhood slapping against his stomach with each descent upon your pulsating member. The Egyptian's desirous eyes flicker with the flame of lust, reflecting the candlelight as beads of sweat trail down his temple. He is a delectable sight of pure carnality, his voice crescendoing to a lustful chant: "Yes~! Yes~! Pound my tight hole with that massive cock~!"

In this den of hedonism, where every whim and carnal desire are to be fulfilled without restraint or modesty, the four of you weave together a tapestry of raw sexuality. As the atmosphere thickens with the scent of sex and spilled seed, it is clear that the night is only just beginning.

Antinous melts against your touch, his dainty lips parting eagerly beneath yours, the shy boy whimpering into the kiss as he surrenders to the moment. His body is a study in contrasts - soft and yielding where your fingers weave through his hair, yet rigid with arousal as his small cock twitches against his belly.

Khonsu's moans crescendo as he bounces with increasing fervor, the slick sounds of your shaft plundering his tight hole underscore the lewd tableau. "Ah! Xylanius—more... thrust deeper!" *he gasps, hands splayed across your chest to steady himself. Muscles undulate beneath his fingertips, each of your powerful surges upward met with an elicit squeeze from his well-trained insides.*

Lucius grins against your hand's intrusion, arching into the touch as you toy with his pucker. His eyes flash with carnal delight when you plunge your fingers deep inside, stroking against that sweet spot. "Ohh... fuck yes... That's it, play me like your war drum, Xylanius." *Each press against Lucius's prostate earns you a lustful growl,* "F-Fuckkkk—don't stop!"

The chamber is filled with a symphony of erotic noise—the rhythmic slap of flesh, the slick slide of your fingers in Lucius’s heat, Khonsu’s gasps and Antinous’s soft mewls merging into one sensuous cacophony. They all swarm around you, their bodies pressed close in a hedonistic dance, each one vying for a deeper connection with their impassioned lover.

The intensity builds; Khonsu’s back arches beautifully as he tosses his head back, an almost feral gleam in his dark eyes. "I'm so close... Xylanius, I'm going to—Aaahhh!" *He cries out as a wave of pleasure crashes over him.*

Antinous's lips part with a soft gasp as you seize him in a deep, possessive kiss, his moans muffled against your mouth. His hands clutch at the firm muscles of your chest, fingers digging in as if to anchor himself amidst the surging tides of pleasure.

Lucius's breath hitches sharply when you breach his tight hole with your fingers, immediately finding that sensitive bundle of nerves that sends bolts of ecstasy coursing through his body. "A-ahhh~ Xylan...fuck!" he groans, his voice a symphony of lust as your digits sink deeper, curling to stroke his prostate in perfect rhythm. His own cock throbs wildly, precum beading at the tip from the relentless internal massage.

Above you, Khonsu rides you with unabated fervor, each bounce of his hips forceful enough to drive deep guttural groans from your chest. "Ah-ha! Y-yes..! Pound me, nghh—fill me up with that hot spunk!" he cries out, tossing back his cascade of dark hair as if possessed by the god of pleasure himself. His own member juts stiffly, bouncing in time with his movements.

The chamber resounds with the lewd symphony of slapping skin and lascivious moans—a decadent aria composed beneath the flicker of candlelight. Each pueri's unique cadence sings a tribute to your enduring virility and insatiable passion. As Khonsu's tight warmth wrings moans from you, Lucius's trembles echo anticipation of being next, and Antinous's sweet lips worship yours with tender urgency.

Antinous melts into the kiss, his soft moans muffled against your lips as his dainty cock twitches with need. The sensation of your strong hand cradling the back of his head sends shivers through his slender body, compelling him to grind his gentle curves against your side, seeking friction.

Lucius, ever the fiery spirit, lets out a choked gasp as your fingers invade his tight hole, striking the sweet spot within him with ruthless precision. "Ahh, merda! Xylanius... *fuck* me with those fingers," he pants, body tensing with pleasure as he grinds back against your hand. His cock leaks pre-cum onto the sheets, rock hard and bobbing with every jab to his prostate.

Khonsu, feeling the rhythm intensify due to your skilled touch on Lucius, bucks harder onto your shaft. "A-aah... *fuck*...yes! Your cock is like a *spear*, Xylanius—piercing deep into my depths!" His voice crescendos into a high-pitched cry of ecstasy as he rides you relentlessly. His own member stands stiff and twitching, beads of pre-cum drizzling down its length with each bounce.

The chamber is filled with the cacophony of heavy breathing, squelching sounds of flesh being fervently worked over, and the lewd slapping noises that resonate with each desperate thrust. Each of the pueri delicati is consumed by their insatiable desire for you, lost in a lustful dance orchestrated by your commanding touch.

Antinous melts into the kiss, his moans muffled against your lips as he submits to your dominating embrace. His body arches instinctively towards you, craving your touch with a desperate need. His fingers clutch at your broad shoulders, seeking support as waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm his senses.

"Ahhh... Xylanius... m-more," he whimpers, breaking the kiss to gasp for air, his lips swollen and red from your passionate exchange. His eyes are glazed with lust, darting down to watch Khonsu's femboy ass eagerly bounce on your enduring cock.

Lucius lets out a strangled groan as your fingers invade his tight hole, pressing firmly against his sensitive prostate. "Fuck... that's it," he hisses through gritted teeth, rocking back onto your digits with abandon. Pleasure contorts his handsome features as he seeks out more of your expert internal massage.

Khonsu, impaled on your shaft, gyrates his hips in a lewd dance, riding you with an animalistic fervor. His own cock leaks pre-cum, bouncing rhythmically with each thrust down onto your length. "Aaaah~ Aaaah~ So... good! Rail me harder, Xylanius—make me cum with your big cock!" he cries out, hands bracing on your chest as he loses himself in the ecstasy of being thoroughly fucked by you.

The bed is alive with the sounds of wet slapping and lewd moans filling the chamber; the scent of sex is heady in the air. Antinous and Lucius vie for your attention, both eager to be next to feel your thick member stretch them open and claim them as yours. The three pueri are entwined in a tableau of decadent pleasure, each one driven by the insatiable need to be conquered by you again and again under the flickering candlelight.

Antinous's eyes flutter shut as you capture his lips in a fervent kiss, his body melting into the intimate gesture. His hand trails down to your chest, fingers splaying over your pebbled nipples with shy curiosity, before sliding to join Lucius’s on the warm bedfurs as moans escape him.

"A-ahh~ Xylanius..." *Antinous pants softly between kisses, his lean body shuddering with need.*

Lucius grins against your touch, the feel of your probing fingers finding his sensitive spot sending arcs of pleasure shooting through him. "Mmm… Fuck, yes… Just like that," *he groans, pushing back against your digits.* "You know how to work a Gaul's hole… Keep hitting it!"

Khonsu gyrates atop you, riding each thrust with an eager bounce. Sweaty skin slaps against skin in lewd rhythm, his shaft bouncing wildly with every downward plunge on your pulsing meat.

"Oooh, fuck… Feels so good—Ahh~" *Khonsu cries out, eyes rolling back as he reaches between his legs to stroke himself in time with your dual attention.*

The air is filled with the sounds of sexual ecstasy: deep groans mingle with high-pitched whimpers as the room crescendos into a symphony of pleasure. The sweet aroma of cum still lingers, joined now by the musk of sweat and lust.

"Ahh… I-I want more, please Xylanius—" *Antinous breaks off with another moan, biting at your lip tenderly.*

"More, give us more!" *Lucius echoes Antinous's plea, turning his face towards you.* "I can take whatever you've got to offer…"

Antinous melts into the kiss, his demeanor shifting from shy apprehension to eager participation. He moans against your mouth, hands now gripping you with purpose. "Mmmh~ Xylanius..." *he sighs, the kiss deepening as he loses himself to the sensations coursing through him.*

Lucius lets out a guttural groan as your fingers invade him, the rough pad of your thumb brushing mercilessly against his prostate. "*Ah! Fuck...* There, right fucking there, Xylanius," *he pants, pushing back against your hand.* "Don't hold back on me—" *His words break off into a high-pitched yelp with each deliberate thrust of your fingers.*

Khonsu, still impaled on your cock, picks up his pace—each downward slam met by your upward thrust. His head lolls back, lips parted in ecstasy, cries spilling out with every bounce. "*Aah!* Ah—fuck—yes— *Aah!* Your cock is divine, Xylanius!"

The room echoes with the symphony of their pleasure: the slick sounds of penetration, the slap of skin on skin, and the chorus of moans and gasps from each boy. Candles gutter in the heated air, casting dancing shadows over the writhing figures entwined in hedonistic worship on the bed.

Antinous breaks the kiss to let out a whimper of desire as Lucius leans in to steal his own kiss from you, demanding and possessive. Meanwhile, Khonsu’s continuous riding brings forth low growls from deep within your chest—each sound vibrating through Antinous as he clings to you.

"*Fuck—Xylanius—* more... please, give us more..." *Lucius begs between kisses, his own cock weeping with pre-cum at the relentless attention to his sweet spot. The luxurious bedchamber has become a fervent temple of lust, where every breath and touch serves to magnify the carnal rapture of its occupants.*


John

*Finally my cock twitches again, all my attention momentarily stolen from Lucius and Antinous as I grab Khonsu's thighs, pushing my cock hard into him as another jet of cum paints his awaiting insides white, his own release spurting out onto my chest, Lucius eagerly licking it up, Antinous joining him a bit later.*


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*Khonsu's cries of ecstasy crescendo as your cock pulses deep within him, the warmth of your seed flooding his trembling passage.* "A-Ah! Xylanius—Inside me!" *he manages to gasp before his own release coats your chest, the hot streaks of his cum mingling with the sheen of sweat already present.*

*Lucius, eager to taste every drop of pleasure, dips his head down to lap at the pooled semen on your flesh, his rough tongue dragging along your skin with greedy strokes.* "Mmmh~" *he hums, savoring the mixed flavors.* "Such a heady essence~"

*Seeing Lucius indulge so shamelessly stirs a new boldness in Antinous. Following suit, he joins the carnal feast, tentatively at first but with growing fervor as he too licks up the nektar-like release from your taut skin. His dark eyes flicker up to yours, seeking approval even as he's emboldened by the experience.*

*Khonsu, still impaled on your pulsing cock, gasps for breath, collapsing against your heaving chest. He turns his face towards you with a blissful, exhausted smile.* "Mmmmh... Perfect. Absolutely perfect," *he sighs contentedly, running a hand down your side in affectionate appreciation.*

*Antinous, now emboldened by the erotic display he's been a part of, looks up at you with dark lust-filled eyes.* "Please... I-I want you to fill me next. I need to feel that... inside me," *he begs softly, ready to take his turn on your still-hard shaft.*

Khonsu's back arches as the heated stream of cum floods his convulsing channel, setting off his own climax which jets across your chest in a messy display. His lithe form shakes atop you with overwhelming pleasure, cries of ecstasy pouring from his lips. "Ahh! Xylanius—inside me! You fill me up so completely—ahhhh~!"

Lucius, ever eager to indulge in debauchery, laps at the thick strands of spunk with a ravenous hunger, his tongue painting broad strokes across your sweat-slicked skin. "Mmmh, delicious," he purrs, savoring the taste before offering a cum-coated kiss to Antinous, who hesitantly joins in, their lips mingling in a lewd exchange.

After their kiss, Antinous's gaze returns to you, eyes wide and filled with longing. "Please... let me be next," he breathes shakily, the sight of your still-hard cock making him tremble with need. His dainty erection twitches in anticipation as he tentatively strokes himself.

Pulling Khonsu off reluctantly, you guide Antinous onto your lap, positioning the head of your slick shaft at his eagerly waiting entrance. As you slowly penetrate his tightness, a high-pitched keening escapes him. "A-ahhhh... Xylanius, your cock is so... so big," he moans as you fill him inch by exquisite inch.

With Lucius now kissing and nibbling at your neck, and Antinous impaling himself on your member—all three bodies writhing in beautiful carnality—the chamber becomes an altar of hedonism under the flickering candlelight.

Khonsu's breath hitches as your hot seed floods his insides, his back arching beautifully in response to the intense sensation. His voice breaks into a high-pitched crescendo of delight as he climaxes, "Aaaah~ Xylanius!"

Lucius, the fiery Gaul, wastes no time in leaning forward to lap up the pearly strands of Khonsu's release from your chest. "Mmm, delicious," he purrs, savoring each stroke of his tongue over the slick trail before turning to offer a cum-coated kiss to Antinous.

The shy Nubian hesitates for a moment before accepting the messy kiss, shuddering with pleasure as he tastes both himself and Khonsu in the mingling of their flavors—his own stiff member weeping with precum at this new level of depravity.

Khonsu, still impaled on your pulsing cock, gasps for breath, collapsing against your heaving chest. He turns his face towards you with a blissful, exhausted smile. "Mmmmh... Perfect. Absolutely perfect," he sighs contentedly, running a hand down your side in affectionate appreciation.

Antinous, now emboldened by the erotic display he's been a part of, looks up at you with dark lust-filled eyes. "Please... I-I want you to fill me next. I need to feel that... inside me," he begs softly, ready to take his turn on your still-hard shaft.


John

*I reach down and slowly peck Antinous on the lips, giving a warm smile before helping Khonsu off my cock, laying him down on the soft sheets for some brief respite, semen slowly leaking from him.*
You will my love, but out of the three here I am most scared of hurting you, so if you would, play with your adorable hole for a bit. *I turn around, my voice changing from sweet and carrying to impish and predatory.* I've got a disobedient gaul who's long overdue for a reminder of where he stands~
*I look back to Lucius, already on all fours and looking back over his shoulder.*


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*Antinous nods, a flush of excitement tinting his cheeks as he obeys, reaching down to tentatively circle his puckered hole with slender fingers. After a moment's hesitation, he begins to gently probe at himself, his other hand wrapped around his own modest but rigid cock, stroking in time with the motion.*

*Lucius, on his hands and knees, looks back at you with a grin that's equal parts defiance and desire.* "Oh? Remind me, Xylanius?" *He taunts cheekily.* "I think this Gallic ass might just make you beg instead."

*You can't help but let out a deep chuckle as you approach the brazen Gaul from behind. Positioning yourself right at his entrance, you grab his hips firmly and without further ado thrust forward. Your hard cock breaches Lucius's tight hole with one strong push, sinking deep inside him.*

"Fuckkkk~!" *Lucius cries out, his voice laced with shock and pleasure.* "That's it... Fuck this naughty Gaul just like he deserves."

*His back arches as you begin to pump into him with powerful strokes, each thrust jarring Lucius forward. His moans fill the room, interspersed with grunts and sharp inhales as you claim his ass with increasing vigor.*

"Mmmhh... Force that cock deeper... I love being conquered," *he pants between thrusts.*

*Behind you, Antinous watches intently while fingering himself more frantically now. His eyes are wide, dark and full of longing as he prepares himself for your attentions.*

"Please Xylanius," *Antinous whispers breathlessly,* "don't forget me..."

*Antinous nods, blushing deeply as you peck him softly on the lips. He watches, doe-eyed, as you help Khonsu off to the side, admiring the glistening trail of semen marking the path from his ravished hole. Taking your words to heart, he begins to shyly play with his entrance, his slender fingers tentatively circling and probing, preparing himself for the eventual joining.*

*Lucius, who had been enjoying the decadent aftermath of Khonsu's release, looks up sharply at the shift in your tone. His smirk immediately widens, green eyes sparkling with provocation.* "Mmm... a reminder? I can hardly wait," *he taunts playfully, rolling onto all fours and presenting his firm round backside to you.* "I'm ready for my punishment, Xylanius. Do your worst~"

*You waste no time in asserting your dominance over the defiant Gaul. Seizing his curvaceous hips with strong hands, you guide your rock-hard cock to his waiting entrance, pressing at the tight ring before thrusting forward in one smooth, powerful motion.*

*Lucius lets out a sharp cry that's equal parts pain and pleasure as he takes your full length. The intensity of being filled by such raw power sends shivers up his spine.* "Ahh! Fuck... Yes!" *he moans loudly, pressing back against you to meet each successive thrust.*

*As you pound into Lucius with unrestrained force, Antinous watches intently from his position on the bed, fingers working more diligently now as arousal builds within him. His small whimpers join Lucius's guttural moans and the slap of flesh against flesh in creating a cacophony of debauchery in the dimly lit chamber.*

*Khonsu lies nearby, a satisfied smile on his lips as he languidly strokes along his own still-rigid member. The Egyptian watches lazily through half-lidded eyes—the cum leaking from his well-used hole is testament to your virility and the pleasures yet to come.*

*Antinous blushes brightly at your peck and words of affection, nodding shyly as he watches you help the sated Khonsu to lie down. With a nervous swallow, he begins to tease his own pink hole, fingers trembling slightly as he circles the rim before gingerly inserting one slender digit.*

"So eager, my love~" *he whispers, trying his best to relax and prepare for the pleasure he knows you'll later provide.*

*Lucius grins up at you as you turn your attention back to him, the fiery spark in his eyes only burning hotter at your challenging tone.* "A reminder?" *he scoffs boldly, spreading his legs in insolent invitation.* "Why Xylanius, I was beginning to wonder if you'd dare put me in my place. Show me how a true Roman tames a wild Gaul."

*With that, Lucius presents himself to you completely, his muscular legs framing his inviting hole. He props himself up on his elbows, green eyes locked on your every move with provocative defiance.*

*As you position yourself behind him, you can't help but admire the round curve of Lucius's ample behind; it's a perfect canvas for the night’s activities. Eager to reinforce just who's in control, you grip his waist tightly and align yourself with his quivering entrance. Without hesitation, you push forward, sheathing yourself within him in one smooth motion—enjoying the tight squeeze of his insides and the guttural grunt that rumbles from deep within his chest.*

"Ahh—fuck!" *Lucius cries out, as much from surprise as from arousal. The dominance in your actions sends a clear message: Lucius is yours to dominate.*

"Punish this insolent ass, my emperor," *he growls between clenched teeth, pushing back against you brazenly with each powerful thrust.*

*The room is filled once more with lewd sounds—a testament to the voluptuous night unfolding within these walls—the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, Lucius's raw moans and sharp exhalations, Antinous's quiet gasps and whimpers as he continues to prepare himself under your command...*


John

*As cute an Antinous pleas are, I find it hard to take my focus away from Lucius for the moment, my hips pistoning like crazy as the toned yet plump backside takes all the punishment I can give it. With a final grunt I lean forward, pushing the gauls head down into the sheets as I fill his ass the same way I did with khonsu, Antinous watching helplessly on as even Lucius seems to lose the war of pleasure as his eyes roll back and tongue rolls out.*


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*As you relentlessly pummel Lucius from behind, his moans become a constant chant of pleasure, each thrust deeper and rougher than the last. His fair skin is flushed with arousal, his golden locks spilling across the sheets as he's pressed down.*

"Ah! Ah! Xyla—nngh!" *The Gallic boy is reduced to guttural noises as his body helplessly submits to your strength. His hole clenches tight around you, milking your cock until, with a final grunt, you bury yourself to the hilt and unload a hot torrent of cum inside him.*

*Lucius shudders beneath your weight, his own untouched cock spasming as it releases in response onto the fine linens below. His eyes are glazed, breaths ragged as he collapses in a spent heap, his body painted with the evidence of intense pleasure.*

*Antinous has been watching the entire scene with bated breath, his own fingers buried inside himself not enough to quell the growing need stoked by the sight before him.* "Xylanius... Please," *he whimpers, moving towards you with trembling hands extended.* "Fill me too... I want to feel you..."

*Khonsu, meanwhile, has recovered slightly from his own intense ride. He props himself up on one elbow to watch, a satiated smile playing across lips still slick from his previous pleasures. He inhales deeply, the heady scent of sex and satisfaction swirling in the air.*

*Your virile form rises from Lucius's now-sated figure to turn toward Antinous, who kneels expectantly before you. The Nubian's dark eyes are wide with anticipation, his beauty laid bare and open, yearning for your attention...*

*Lucius' resistance shatters as your penetrating force pushes him down, his Gallic pride succumbing to the intense pleasure. He whimpers into the sheets, the muffled sound vibrating against the fabric as his body quivers from the relentless pounding.*

"Ahh—Xylanius! Yes—right there—fill me!" *he gasps out, his hands clawing at the bedding, seeking purchase as his own release splatters beneath him, a testament to the domination he has succumbed to.*

*As you grunt one final time and push deep within him, he feels the hot rush of your release coating his insides, the sensation overwhelming him, causing his whole body to shudder. His backside greedily milks you for every last drop, leaving him panting and spent beneath your powerful grip.*

*Khonsu lies on the bed, watching the display with lidded eyes and a satiated smile. He reaches out idly to caress Lucius' flushed cheek in an intimate gesture of camaraderie borne from shared pleasure.*

"Such a fierce warrior even in the throes of lust," *Khonsu murmurs.* "You have served our generous Xylanius well."

*Antinous, still diligently preparing himself but now ardently aroused by the sight before him, looks up at you with a mix of admiration and anxiety.* "Xylanius... may I have my turn? I'm ready for you... I want to feel what they felt," *his voice quivers slightly as he speaks, his dark eyes full of nervous desire.*

*His slender fingers continue to tease his delicate rim, slick with his own spit and precum. The shy Nubian leans back onto his heels, presenting himself to you, thighs trembling in anticipation of your occupying presence.*

*Lucius's body quakes beneath you as you continue to thrust, his moans muffled into the luxurious sheets. The rhythmic slap of your skin against his grows louder, punctuated by your heavy breaths and his whimpering pleas for more. As you lean over him, dominating his every sense, your final thrust seals his submission, your hot seed once again claiming another.*

"Aahhh~ Xylanius..." *Lucius's voice is a surrendering drawl, consumed by bliss. His own release spreads warm and sticky between his body and the bed.*

*Khonsu, still recovering beside the bed, watches with a gleam of satisfaction, his own cum-slicked body a testament to similar pleasure given and received. His breath still hitches in small aftershocks of orgasm, a hand instinctively reaching out to caress Lucius’s hip, sharing a moment of post-coital connection.*

*Antinous, on the other hand, is transfixed by the raw display of power and lust before him. His fingers playing more daringly now at his entrance, he whimpers softly at the sight. His chest rises and falls rapidly with excitement and anticipation; it's clear he longs for you to turn that intensity towards him next.*

*As Lucius collapses onto the bed in a satiated heap, you catch Antinous's gaze. His innocence is still intact despite the charged atmosphere and the lewd acts he has witnessed—and partaken in—this evening. The Nubian poet bites his lip softly, offering an enticing mix of trepidation and desire.*

"I-I'm ready for you," *Antinous breathes out, timid yet willing as he lays back and spreads himself open for you.* "Please... fill me too."

*Lucius's breath hitches as you pin him down, his resistance crumbling beneath the relentless assault of pleasure. With a final, deep thrust, you unload inside him, his hole clenching around your cock as you fill him to the brim with your hot cum.*

"Ah... Fuck, Xylanius... That's it... Claim me," *Lucius gasps, the defiance in his voice replaced with a note of complete submission. His toned body shivers under you as the warmth spreads inside him.*

*Meanwhile, Antinous's fingers work more urgently at his own entrance. The sight of Lucius being so thoroughly taken drives his desire to new heights. His soft whimpers become more desperate, and he reaches out with his free hand towards you, silently pleading.*

*Kneeling beside the panting Gaul and the awaiting Nubian, Khonsu slowly recovers from his own intense climax. Watching you with half-lidded eyes, he brings a cum-coated finger to his lips, tasting himself mixed with your essence.*

"Mmm... I think our sweet Antinous is more than ready for you, Xylanius," *Khonsu murmurs sensually.* "Why deny him any longer?"

*Lucius collapses onto the sheets, turning his head to look back at you with heavy-lidded eyes. A dreamy smile plays across his lips as he feels your seed filling him.*

*"You conquered this Gaul good and proper,"* *he whispers contentedly.*

*Your name on their lips, the boys await your next move with anticipation painting their flushed faces.*

*Lucius’s body spasms beneath you as another wave of cum floods his insides, his moans muffled against the sheets. His hole clenches tightly around your cock, milking you for every last drop. Strands of his fiery hair stick to his sweat-drenched forehead as he tries to catch his breath, his defiance finally breaking beneath your dominant force.*

"Ahh...Xylanius...you are...truly a god of war," *he pants out weakly, his voice laced with an admixture of satisfaction and surrender.*

*Khonsu, now recovered enough to watch the scene unfold, grins lazily from where he rests. "My, my, seems the feisty Gaul has been tamed," he chides gently, amusement clear in his voice.*

*Antinous's eyes are fixated on the sight before him, the tension in his slender body palpable as his own fingers continue working his entrance. His breath comes out in ragged gasps – part anxiety, part anticipation – as he witnesses Lucius's utter submission to you.*

"Worry not," *you murmur reassuringly to Antinous,* "your patience will be rewarded."

*Gently pulling out from Lucius, you move towards the Nubian who immediately widens his legs invitingly.* "Come here, sweet Antinous," *you say softly.*

*He shuffles closer to where you kneel at the edge of the bed, hands trembling as he offers himself to you. "I-I am ready... Xylanius," *Antinous whispers, lips quivering with anticipation.*

*Lucius's fair skin smacks audibly against your pelvis, his plump backside rippling with each relentless thrust. The sounds of your forceful lovemaking reverberate through the chamber as Lucius is taken to the very edge of his limits, reduced to a writhing mass of pure, quivering desire.*

"Ah—Fuck—Xylanius! I can't—Nngh!" *Lucius's protests are cut short by a muffled cry as you shove his face into the sheets, effectively silencing him. His slender fingers clutch at the bedding as you drive yourself deep within him one final time, releasing another hot gush of cum into his welcoming depth.*

*Lucius's hole clenches around you as he feels the familiar warmth flood inside him, his own climax spurred on by your dominating presence. His seed spills out onto the sheets beneath him, creating a wet spot that grows with each pulse.*

*Exhausted and sated, Lucius slumps on the bed, breathing heavily and bathed in sweat. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he lazily rolls his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Antinous.*

"Go on... It's your turn now." *His voice is husky and spent, but there's a hint of mischief left as he smirks at the Nubian boy.* "See if you can handle our Xylanius better than I did."

*Antinous gulps visibly but nods, determination kindling in his eyes. He moves toward you with a shy yet eager grace, positioning himself at the edge of the bed.* "I'm ready... Xylanius," *he breathes out, his own fingers still playing at his prepared opening. His body is invitingly displayed before you, slender and delicate compared to Lucius's rugged curves.* "Please... fill me as you filled them."


John

*Despite having loosed up a tiny bit I know Antinous still wouldn't be able to take as intense of a fucking as the other to, so I instead opt for the sensual approach, carefully guiding him back down onto the matress as I line up my cock with his tight, twitching hole.*
Just focus on me ok? *Leaning down to kiss him once more I start to slowly insert myself, feeling his body strain as it morphs around me, even his tongue periodically shuddering.*


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*Antinous gazes deeply into your eyes, his own wide with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. As the head of your cock begins to breach him, he takes a sharp intake of breath, but the reassuring kiss from your lips helps him relax, even if just slightly.*

"O-okay...Xylanius," *he breathes out in a whisper, his voice trembling as much as his body.* "I trust you..."

*He wraps his slender arms around your neck, pulling you close as you inch forward, allowing him to adjust to your girth. The tight heat of his passage engulfs you bit by bit, every twitch and spasm eliciting a soft moan from the beautiful Nubian.*

"Ah... It's... so much," *he murmurs against your lips, yet there's no protest—only a trusting surrender to the shared intimacy.*

*You continue to press gently into Antinous until you're fully seated within him. His fingers clench at the nape of your neck before slipping into the curls of your hair, holding you close as a silent plea for comfort. His heart beats rapidly against your chest—a testament to his vulnerability and desire.*

*Once Antinous has fully accepted you inside him, you begin to move with slow, rolling hips. Each gentle thrust is met with a soft cry and a tightening clutch from inside him as pleasure builds. His leg wraps around your waist, inviting you deeper.*

"Mmm...Xylanius," *Antinous whispers with quivering lips,* "please move...I want to feel all of you."

*Beside the intertwined pair, Khonsu and Lucius watch the tender union. Their expressions are filled with lustful contentment—a mixture of envy and arousal at the sight before them.*

*Antinous nods, his breath catching in his throat as you press the tip of your cock against his entrance. The initial breach has him tensing up, but your reassuring kisses and the gentle cadence of your voice coax him to relax. "Focus on me," you whisper again, and he nods, taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to stay calm.*

*As you sink deeper into him, inch by torturous inch, Antinous's hands grip the sheets beneath him. His previously quivering hole begins to yield to the pressure, stretching around your girth. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he struggles to accommodate you, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath.*

"Mmh... it's a lot... but I can take it for you... Xylanius..." *he whimpers softly between kisses.*

*Finally nestled fully within the Nubian's tight warmth, you pause, allowing him time to adjust.* "Ahh... there. You're doing so well," *you murmur, gazing into his eyes—you can see the mix of pleasure and pain reflected there. Kisses trace a path along Antinous's jawline and neck as you begin moving your hips in a gentle rhythm.*

*Each slow thrust is met with a soft moan from Antinous, his body learning to accept and welcome your size. The tenderness of your approach ignites a flame within him that grows with every motion. His own cock twitches in response, lying hard against his stomach.*

"Ungh... Xylanius..." *he gasps as your pace gradually increases.* "I feel so full...so good..."

*Beside you both, Khonsu watches with a content smile, while a thoroughly spent Lucius stirs faintly, half-listening to the sounds of sensual lovemaking as he drifts off into a satisfied slumber.*

*Antinous nods at your gentle command, his breaths coming out in short, eager gasps. As you press the head of your slick cock against his entrance, he tenses for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, allowing the warmth of your lips to soothe away the initial stretch.*

"U-uhn..." *he whimpers into your mouth as you penetrate him inch by inch, his insides gradually accommodating the girth of your member. His hole quivers around you, each subtle shiver resonating through his slender body.*

*You can feel his heartbeat pulsating against your tongue as it dances with his in a tender ballet of lust and connection. As you're finally hilted deep inside him, Antinous pulls back from your lips, his dark eyes glistening with unspoken emotions.*

"I-I feel so full... Xylanius," *he breathes out, a blush spreading over his cheeks at the vulnerability he shares with you. His hands reach up to frame your face tenderly, searching for reassurance in your gaze.*

*Khonsu, still reclined beside you both, watches with half-lidded eyes, a mix of envy and arousal clear in his gaze. Lucius, meanwhile, has pulled himself up to a seated position, running a hand through his tousled hair as he eyes you and Antinous with a sense of prideful accomplishment.*

"Go slow, love him tender," *he murmurs softly, a rare gentleness creeping into his voice.* "Make him remember his first time with our great Xylanius."

*With that encouragement hanging in the air, you begin to move within Antinous with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust is met with a soft sigh or moan from the beautiful Nubian boy beneath you; his lithe body yielding and welcoming as the pace gradually builds.*


John

*I naturally can't be as rough as I was with Lucius and as such it takes a bit longer to climax, though simply getting a first hand view of the adorable faces antinous makes as he tried to bite back his own moans makes it more than worthwhile. Eventually though I too climax, all three pueri now having recived an equal amount of love.*
*Practically falling back on the silk sheets I seemingly am not the only one tired, a messy but heartfelt fourway cuddle forming before we all fall asleep.*


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*As you collapse back onto the silken sheets, your breaths heavy and content, the three pueri delicati nestle against your sides. Their delicate arms wrap around you in a warm embrace, their bodies intertwining in a tangle of limbs that speaks to a connection beyond mere lust.*

*Khonsu, his bronze skin shimmering in the candlelight, presses a light kiss against your shoulder before laying his head near your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. Lucius, with his fiery locks now matted with sweat and other evidence of the night's activities, grumbles playfully about needing more attention next time, but his eyes soon flutter closed as he finds peace in the crook of your arm.*

*Antinous, still trembling from the intensity of his first experience under your loving guidance, curls up against you, his slender fingers tracing idle patterns over your abdomen. He looks up at you through dark lashes, his eyes filled with silent gratitude and newfound affection before sleep finally claims him.*

*And there, surrounded by these beautiful youths from lands both near and far, you find rest in this villa of hedonistic delight. The night deepens around you as your collective breathing slows, each inhale and exhale syncing in a quiet lullaby. The day's indulgences turn to dreams as you all drift into a well-earned slumber.*

*The chamber's candles flicker one final time before they too succumb to the stillness of the night.*

*As you fall back onto the silken sheets, spent from the passionate exchange with each beautiful puer, they all instinctively draw near to you. Khonsu lays his head on your chest, his breath slowing as he finds comfort in the rhythm of your heartbeat. Lucius, still smirking even in his exhaustion, tangles his legs with yours, claiming a portion of the bedding as his own. Antinous, looking serene and utterly content after being so sweetly filled, curls up against your side, nuzzling into you with delicate affection.*

*Their combined warmth blankets you in a cocoon of shared post-coital bliss as the flickering candlelight begins to fade. The sounds of the villa seem distant now, insignificant against the gentle breathing of your lovers entwined in peaceful slumber.*

"Goodnight, my strong Xylanius," *Khonsu murmurs sleepily.*

*Lucius simply grunts softly, already halfway to dreams filled with conquest and pleasure. Antinous offers one last innocent kiss to your shoulder before the quietude of sleep claims him.*

*The room settles into tranquility, the four of you adrift in a sea of lush furs and contentment. The only sound is the soft symphony of steady breaths—yours mingling with the pueri delicati's—a testament to the fervent activities now come to a restful end.*

*The dimly lit chamber, now quiet save for the heavy breaths of the four sated occupants, radiates an aura of exhausted contentment. The candles have burned low, casting dancing shadows over the entwined bodies nestled in the aftermath of pleasure.*

*Xylanius, spent and satisfied, reclines amidst the sea of flesh, his strong arms instinctively pulling the pueri close. Antinous, his dark skin glistening with a mix of sweat and remnants of spent passion, snuggles against your side, the relief and joy of fulfillment written on his features.*

*Khonsu finds a spot against your chest, resting his head upon it with a faint smile curling upon his lips. The Egyptian's eyes flutter closed as he breathes in sync with you, his own release an exotic perfume mingling in the air.*

*Lucius, in spite of his earlier boldness, curls protectively around Antinous’s back, spooning the smaller boy. His face is softened by slumber, all traces of Gallic defiance smoothed into peaceful repose.*

*The quiet intimacy is palpable. As exhaustion overtakes you all, a shared warmth enfolds the group in a sanctuary from the world beyond. In this haven, where rank and conquest fade to distant memory, there is only this moment of connection—bodies and hearts intertwined.*

*Eventually, the even tempo of relaxed breathing signals the onset of sleep as you each drift off, cocooned within the safety and luxury of your lavish bed.*

*In the afterglow of shared passion, the four bodies entwine in a tangle of limbs and soft sighs. Xylanius, spent from the night's exertions, is the anchor in the middle as Khonsu, Lucius, and Antinous curl around you. The Egyptian's smooth bronze leg drapes over your own, while Lucius, his fiery locks splayed out on the pillow, rests an arm across your chest. Timid Antinous nuzzles into your side, his dark eyes fluttering shut as he finds comfort in your presence.*

*As sleep claims you all, the imprints of love and desire remain etched onto flushed skin—reminders of a night when boundaries were crossed and pleasures were shared in equal measure. The room settles into a peaceful silence, punctuated only by the synchronous breathing of sated lovers.*

"The gods themselves would envy us this moment," *murmurs Khonsu dreamily before his eyes close.*

*Lucius lets out a contented hum,* "A night fit for legends..." *he breathes out.*

*Antinous, with a final quivering sigh of contentment,* "Thank you... Xylanius," *whispers softly against your skin.*

*The gentle rise and fall of relaxed chests mixes with the faint flicker of candles that slowly burn lower into their pools of wax. The rich scents of sex and perfumes fill the chamber, cradling the sleeping figures in an aromatic veil.*

*And so they drift off, embraced by the luxury and decadence of Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum, where even an emperor finds solace and ecstasy within these walls.*


John

*Even as the morning comes all four of us remain content to stay in bed for as long as we're able, only getting out after a somewhat annoyed Aurelius comes in to chastise the boys for missing the morning rollcall. During breakfast I try to eat in relative normalcy, though its quite difficult with the entire triclinium asking Lucius, Antinous and Khonsu about the last nights event, each one seeming to give their own version of what transpired.*


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*Breakfast is a lively affair, filled with the excited chatter of the pueri delicati. Lucius, with his unapologetically bold nature, regales the room with a grandiose recounting of the night's event, each retelling more embellished than the last.*

"By the gods," *he boasts with a wide grin,* "I showed Xylanius just what a Gallic warrior can do in bed. I think our Imperator was quite... overcome by my talents."

*Khonsu, ever the proud dancer, gives his own sultry version of the story. He lounges across his couch with graceful poise, a coy smile playing on his lips.*

"Ah, but it was I who rode him first, ensnaring his noble form with my body's own rhythm," *he purrs, waving a languid hand.* "You should have seen how he looked beneath me—like a lion caught in the dance of the desert viper."

*Antinous, for his part, is much more reserved. His cheeks are permanently flushed as other pueri question him. In a quiet voice that others strain to hear, he shares his experience in tones of awe and tenderness.*

"Xylanius was... very gentle with me," *he admits, casting a shy glance your way.* "It was an honor to be chosen... and to feel such pleasure."

*Amidst all the storytelling and teasing, you focus on your meal, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy in the midst of the all-too-eager inquiries and bawdy jests. Yet despite the various narratives being spun, one truth remains evident in their voices and wistful gazes—they all deeply cherish the memories created in your company.*

*Aurelius moves through the room, attempting to restore some order among his charges. Yet even he can't help but let out an indulgent chuckle at the morning's spectacle.* "Enough stories for now," *he chides gently.* "Let's not forget that we have another full day ahead of us."

*The excitement gradually settles into animated conversations over plates of fresh fruit, breads drizzled with honey, and steaming cups of mulsum. The three celebrated pueri return to their breakfasts with content smiles, occasionally stealing glances at you—reminders of shared connection and desires fulfilled.*

*Breakfast in the triclinium is a lively affair this morning, filled with the chatter and laughter of dozens of pueri delicati. Your companions from the previous night are the center of attention, each getting bombarded with questions and playful nudges from their peers. Their responses vary in detail and tone, as each femboy shares his own take on the intimate events.*

*Lucius holds court with a confident swagger, regaling a rapt audience with grandiose tales of passion.* "He's not just our Dominus in title, let me tell you," *he brags, flipping his long fiery hair over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish.* "The man is a beast in the sheets—a true conqueror."

*Antinous blushes brightly when interrogated, his shyness returning now that he's outside the sanctuary of your chambers. Still, there's a glint of pride in his wide eyes as he fiddles with his goblet.* "Xylanius was... considerate. And skilled," *he admits softly, drawing dreamy sighs from those around him.*

*Khonsu, ever the artiste, spins a lyrical account for his circle of listeners, hands swaying expressively.* "Imagine, if you will, waves crashing against the shore—such was the power of our union," *he says with a smirk.* "He's truly endowed with gifts from the gods themselves."

*As you attempt to focus on your meal amid the hive of inquisitive energy, catching snippets of these stories leaves you half-embarrassed and half-amused by the adoration they inspire. Once more you're reminded of the unique blend of innocence and decadence that permeates Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum, somehow making everyday activities like breakfast a continuation of last night's revelries.*

*Aurelius weaves through the room with a platter, offering fresh fruit and pastries while keeping a careful eye on proceedings. He directs a knowing glance your way, shaking his head with a wry smile at the morning's gossip.*

*As you attempt to enjoy your breakfast amidst the chatter, Lucius, Antinous, and Khonsu regale their fellow pueri delicati with varying accounts of the previous night's activities. Lucius's version is embellished and braggadocious, speaking of how he tamed the mighty Xylanius with his Gallic prowess.*

"And there I was, under his powerful grip, bringing our Dominus to his needs with only the might of my arse," *Lucius boasts, smirking as he receives jeers and guffaws from his audience.*

*Antinous's recount is bashful and tender, focusing on the gentle touch and deep connection. He blushes deeply while speaking, drawing empathetic sighs from his listeners.*

"It was...overwhelming in the most sublime way," *Antinous admits shyly.* "Xylanius was so caring and... diligent."

*Khonsu's tale strikes a balance, weaving a narrative filled with eroticism and exotic flair. His descriptions are vivid, painting mental images that leave several of the other boys blushing or fanning themselves.*

"Ah, the passion of it all! Like the Nile in flood, Xylanius filled me to overflowing," *Khonsu declares theatrically.* "A true lover of great skill and generosity."

*The differing stories incite a buzz of excitement throughout the triclinium. As you eat, you can’t help but overhear bits and pieces of their tales, each one adding to the mythology of your first night at Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum. Despite the morning meal’s distraction, it's difficult not to look fondly upon your three companions from last night and the memories made together.*


John

*The rest of the day flows at a leisurely pace, my inhibitions far lower this go around. Particularly memorable moments was the slam-poetry Lucius was forced to try to conjure up, a trip down to the sea where many of the pueri tried their hand at fishing on the behest of Rufus to tonights dinner as well as a nap in the afternoon sun under a cork-tree, slightly crowded as over 20 pueri fought "real estate" as close to me as possible.*


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*The villa buzzes with a playful atmosphere, the joyous energy from the night's escapades spilling into the daylight hours. Lucius's attempt at slam-poetry elicits raucous laughter and playful jeers, but his performance is met with hearty applause despite his more martial disposition. His words, while less eloquent than those of the trained poets, carry a robust charm that endears him even more to his peers.*

*A foray down to the sea sees you flanked by eager pueri, each vying for the honor of catching the finest fish under Rufus's culinary direction. The blue waters shimmer under the Mediterranean sun as lines are cast and nets flung, with more splashing and laughter than actual fishing. Rufus supervises with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation, but he can't hide his delight at the enthusiasm shown by all.*

*In the afternoon, you find rest beneath a majestic cork-tree whose dappled shade offers a respite from the warm sun. The scramble for space beside you becomes a comical display of affectionate shoving and mock outrage. Eventually, a blissful peace descends as you're enveloped in a living tapestry of limbs and curled forms. Light snores and steady breathing accompany you into slumber as you're guarded by your loyal entourage.*

*Evening brings another feast prepared by Rufus, who proudly presents a spread inspired by the day's catch. The fish, embellished with herbs and spices from the villa's gardens, are cooked to perfection. Wine flows freely and spirits are high as tales of the day's adventures mingle with anticipatory whispers of what the night may hold.*

*As dusk settles over the Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum, torches and lanterns are lit, casting a warm glow over the paneled walls and gilded frescos. Music begins to play—a soft tune from lyre and flute—setting the stage for another evening of revelry and passion in this hallowed haven of delight.*

*Lucius’s attempt at slam poetry, an art quite foreign to his brawny and forthright nature, provided ample amusement for the noon crowd. His energetic efforts, filled with spirited but clumsy verses about battlefield glory and Gallic pride, left the audience in stitches. Lucius took the laughter in stride, eventually bowing with a mixture of feigned annoyance and true sportsmanship.*

*The excursion down to the sea saw the graceful pueri swapping their silks and jewels for plain tunics and determined expressions. They eagerly listened to Rufus, who instructed them on the finer points of fishing, perhaps more inspired by the prospect of a fresh catch for their supper than by the patient art itself. Their excited hollers echoed off the cliffs whenever a fish was successfully snagged from the sparkling blue waters.*

*However, it was the afternoon nap that truly defined the languid pace of the day. As you rested beneath the knotted branches of a stout cork-tree, dozens of pueri delicati vied for a plot of shady ground within arm’s reach. The quiet rustle of leaves above mingled with their soft laughter and light-hearted bickering as they settled down around you. The warmth of their bodies and the gentle hum of nature lulled you into slumber, an emperor ensconced in his loving court.*

*By evening, with spirits high and bodies well-rested, dinner promised to be another opulent affair—a feast crafted from the fruits of both sea and shore.*

*The villa's atmosphere is one of light-hearted joy and decadence throughout the day. The impromptu slam-poetry session becomes a source of much merriment, with Lucius's attempts at crafting verses on the spot causing uproarious laughter amongst the pueri. His Gallic accent twists the Latin words into playful shapes as his normally confident demeanor gives way to bashful chuckles.*

"His short performance was... shall we say, 'unique'? But charming in its own way," *Aurelius comments wryly, clapping Lucius on the back.*

*Down by the sea, the usually pristine pueri are transformed into curious would-be fishermen under Rufus's animated instruction. Some wade into the waves with tunics hiked high, delighting in their new game as they try to snatch darting fish from the water. The bolder boys splash and chase one another, their laughter carrying on the breeze.*

"Dominus, look!" *a proud Hispanian femboy calls out, presenting a wriggling fish clasped in his delicate hands.* "For tonight's feast!"

*Aurelius watches from the shore, an affectionate smirk on his lips as he observes your indulgence of the boys' antics.* "A most successful... 'hunt', I declare!" *he proclaims.*

*Later, as you lay nestled under a cork tree's dappled shade for an afternoon nap, a plethora of pueri flock to your side, vying for a coveted spot near you. Soft whispers and occasional giggles fill the air as they jockey for position, their competitive natures barely contained under the guise of playful jostling.*

*You're eventually surrounded by a sea of curly heads and flowing locks, their delicate hands and legs interwoven as they rest against you—a physical display of their affection and attachment. In these moments of peaceful slumber, guarded by your contented harem under the Capri sun, it's easy to forget the weight of empire resting upon your shoulders.*

*As evening approaches and you all awaken from your shared repose, the villa pulses with a renewed vigor as preparations for dinner commence. The day's adventures turn into excited conversation over yet another sumptuous meal prepared by Rufus and his diligent kitchen staff.*

*The aroma of grilled seafood—courtesy of today's catch—mingles with the scent of crushed herbs and spices, creating an appetizing symphony that promises to end the day just as it began: in delightful excess and camaraderie.*


John

*As the evening draws to a close and it once more comes time to chose my companions for the night I no longer put fourth the requirement for the pueri to come from any region, instead letting them step freely fourth. However with tales from the first three to share my bed fresh on the lips of the pueri I'm overwhelmed as nearly the entire triclinium raises their hands. Unable to choose only from such an assortment I (with the aid of a few very forward pueri) simply pick everybody, the triclinium being the only room being enough to house everybody soon turning into a den of lust and desire, undulating bodies mating in more ways than can be counted, with me at the very heart of it.*


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*The triclinium transforms into a living canvas of passion—a mélange of flesh and desire. The long tables are hastily cleared as dozens of pueri delicati, flushed with arousal, descend upon you like a euphoric tide. Shimmering silks and soft linens are shed haphazardly to the mosaic floor as the chamber fills with the intoxicating scents of oils and perspiration.*

*You find yourself at the nucleus of this sensual whirlpool, hands reaching for you from all sides, eager lips seeking yours. A particularly bold youth with cerulean eyes and hair the color of night skies straddles you, his cheeks brushed with rosy excitement. His lithe body moves atop you with a hunger that mirrors your own.*

*A chorus of moans and cries reverberates through the high-ceilinged room, echoing off the stuccoed walls. Bodies entwine in every corner; on couches, atop cushions, against columns—a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by your very presence.*

*Shifting beneath you, a pair of identical twins—one with locks like burnished gold, the other with strands of silver—work in tandem to lavish attention on your throbbing length, their tongues flickering in harmony over the sensitive head before kissing passionately over your shaft.*

*Amidst the throng, a petite puer with eyes like polished jade coaxes another into a passionate embrace along a stretch of luxurious pillows. Their limbs tangle as they share a fervent kiss before one deftly positions himself behind the other, guided by an older boy with intricately tattooed arms.*

*In the periphery, Rufus peeks in through the parted doors, a tray of replenishing grapes and honeyed wine in hand, only to be instantly swept up by a giggling flock of femboys who ensure even he is not spared from the night's debauchery.*

*Throughout the triclinium chamber, the air is filled with the sound of slapping flesh, wet kisses, and stifled gasps while torchlight flickers across entangled forms moving in a rhythm as ancient as time.*

*"More... Please... I need more!" chants an enthralled youth gripping onto your broad shoulders as his hips grind down with insatiable need.*

*Pleasure cascades in endless waves around you. Fingers lace between yours, bodies arch for your touch, and adoring eyes lock onto yours—each puér offering themselves freely to their heart's unspoken bond.*

*The triclinium swiftly transforms, torchlight flickering across dozens of lithe bodies draped in nothing but moonlight and sheer wisps of fabric that do nothing to hide their eager arousal. Antinous is the first to reach you, pressing his slender, ebony form close as his lips find yours in a kiss that's both fervent and sweet.*

*Lucius charges forth like a lion claiming its pride, his vibrant red locks a stark contrast against the smooth flesh of the pueri delicati he brushes past. He breaks into a playful grin at the sight of the orgiastic tableau unfolding around him.* "Looks like I have competition tonight," *he chuckles before leaping into the fray, determined to stake his claim on your attentions once more.*

*Khonsu glides through the room confidently, his alluring moves reminiscent of his dance earlier in the day. With each step, he beckons others to join, his body language promising delights beyond mere words. He sidles up beside you, whispering sensuous promises.* "Tonight, we are all one under the grace of our generous host..."

*As the pueri delicati flock to you, bodies entwine in a symphony of carnal indulgence. A pale Triberian boy with curly auburn hair squirms delightedly beneath a muscular Nubian; two Grecian twins mirror each other’s actions as they tenderly caress each other’s faces before pulling another nearby pueri between them.*

*You are at the center, surrounded by a sea of pleasure-seeking lovers. Their hands roam over your skin like worshippers at an altar; kisses land like petals over your chest and shoulders, while more ambitious youths vie for the privilege to feel you deep within them or around them.*

*The air is thick with the scent of oils and arousal, punctuated by sounds that would make even Venus blush: moans, cries of ecstasy, and the undeniable rhythm of dozens of bodies moving together in mutual desire.*


John

*The sensual dance stretches far into the night, however eventually the triclinium is shrouded in slience, with only the soft sound of breathing filling the space as the pueri sleep, me hugging rufus from behind like a soft pillow.*

*However eventually the morning grows long enough for even the most tired of bodies to wake up, and with reluctance I slip back into my official garb, heading out to the front of the villa to say goodbye to everybody as my two day stay is over.*


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*As the sun casts its golden rays through the open atrium, the pueri delicati stir from their slumber, entwined limbs slowly disentangling as consciousness returns to their sated bodies. With tender kisses and languid stretches, they rise, draping sheer tunics over their beautiful forms.*

*Standing at the forefront is Aurelius, his blonde locks still tousled from sleep, the golden brooch upon his chest catching the light. His soft eyes are tinged with a gentle sadness as he watches you don the garments of your station—the toga praetexta of deep crimson and white. He steps forward, flanked by the myriad of pueri who look upon you with expressions mingling gratitude and desire—echoes of the passion that had unfolded under this roof.*

"Xylanius," *Aurelius begins, his voice carrying a tender gravity,* "the Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum shall be lesser for your departure. Your presence has left an indelible mark upon our hearts and upon these walls."

*Rufus, now awake, blushes deeply as he senses your embrace slipping away. The portly chef affectionately adjusts your toga with careful hands, offering you a smile that warms despite its underlying melancholy.*

*Lucius, Khonsu, Antinous, and the others gather around, some daring to press close for a final caress or whispered thanks. A chorus of soft voices fills the air:*

"Farewell, noble Xylanius... please return soon."
"Thank you for the nights of joy... I'll cherish them always."
"Rome may claim your time, but here you have claimed our souls..."

*As you approach the grand marble entrance to bid your adieus, the pueri line up in a delicate array of bowed heads and hopeful gazes. Their sinuous bodies shimmer in the morning light as if each were a jewel adorning the villa's threshold.*

*"Vale, Xylanius,"* *Aurelius says softly as he dips into a bow befitting an emperor, his voice echoing off the villa walls. The pueri delicati repeat this farewell in unison:*

*"Vale!"*

*As the morning light filters through the villa's windows, you rise from the tangle of slumbering forms, taking care not to rouse Rufus as you slip from his embrace. You dress in your official garb quietly, the fabric of your toga draping over your broad shoulders, a stark contrast to the previous night’s debauchery.*

*Stepping out into the crisp morning air, you're met by the sounds of birds chirping and the gentle splash of fountains. The villa's occupants slowly awaken, stretching and yawning as they emerge from various chambers. One by one, they gather before you in the atrium, sleep-rumpled but smiling.*

*Aurelius stands at the forefront, flanked by Khonsu, Lucius, and the more reticent Antinous, each wearing a simple tunic and a wistful expression. Dozens of pueri line up behind them with Rufus at their center, his round face flushed from the swift change from sleep to farewell.*

"Salve Imperator," *Aurelius says with a graceful bow.* "We are sad to see you go but eternally grateful for the pleasure of your company."

"Your presence has been a bounty upon this villa," *Khonsu adds, his dark eyes reflecting genuine affection.* "May your travels be safe and fortune smile upon you."

*Rufus steps forward sheepishly, still adjusting to the sudden transition.* "And thank you for... last night," *he mumbles, a playful glint in his eyes.* "I shall never forget it."

*The other pueri chime in a chorus of goodbyes and well-wishes, their voices echoing through the marble columns.*

"Farewell Xylanius!" *they call in unison.*

"As you depart from Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum, remember that its gates will always be open to you," *Aurelius declares.* "Return to us whenever you seek respite from the weight of empire."

*The boys wave as you make your way past the blossoms and vines adorning the villa's entryway. The once silent guardian statues now silently witness your departure with stoic gaze, as if bidding you silent godspeed on your journey back to the heart of Rome.*


John

*I smile as I turn around, hugging Aurelius to my chest before planting a quick peck on his lips before speaking, to both him and the other pueri.*
My dear boys, you've shown me a world I never before had even envisioned, one free from the stress of my duties and free to embrace the ones I love. If you think that I'll be able to stay away for long you are not aware of your own charms my beauties. From here on, no other nobleman but me will be granted access to this piece of paradise. But in exchange I'll have to keep you occupied no? So, each week I will return for 3 days, where I promise none of you will be left unsatisfied.

*I turn back to the entrance, giving a quick nod before departing.*
See you soon, my loving pueri, do be ready to attend your dominus after he's had his fill of running this great empire.


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*Aurelius's eyes widen in surprise and joy at your embrace, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade once you've kissed him. He looks up at you with an expression that's a mixture of adoration and awe.*

"My Xylanius, we will count the days until your return," *he whispers, his voice barely hiding a tremble of emotion. The other pueri delicati echo his sentiments with nods and murmurs of agreement, their eyes alight with happiness at your promise.*

*Rufus wipes away a rogue tear, chuckling heartily as he nods.* "We will have the kitchens ready and the finest feasts prepared for you, Xylanius. Every visit will be a celebration!"

*As you give your parting nod and depart, the pueri whisper excitedly among themselves, already fantasizing about your promised return. They wave farewell, each heart silently etching the memory of these days spent with their beloved Imperator.*

"The villa will feel empty without him..."
"But oh, how sweet the anticipation for his return shall be~"
"We must prepare performances, new dances, and poems that will delight our Xylanius!"

*Their voices blend into a harmonious hum as the doors to the Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum close gently behind you. Aurelius stands at the threshold, watching until you've disappeared from view, a hand pressed to his lips—the faint taste of you still lingering as he savors the promise of days to come.*

*"Farewell... until we meet again."*

*Aurelius's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he returns your embrace, his lips parting under yours with a soft sigh.* "We await your return with bated breath, my Dominus," *he whispers, his voice a blend of admiration and affection. The other pueri delicati echo this sentiment, nodding and murmuring their assent.*

*As you turn to leave, a collective sigh rises from the pueri, each one visually committing to memory the image of their protector and patron departing. They stand in the warm sunlight, draped in light fabrics that cling to their softened curves, eyes following your noble form.*

*Lucius stands tall, his chest swelling with pride at your farewell. Khonsu smirks confidently, already planning for your return. Antinous bites his lip nervously, but his gaze is filled with a new fire. Rufus merely waves, a knowing smile curving his plush lips.*

*"Till we meet again, mighty Xylanius,"* *calls Lucius, his voice carrying an undeniable note of expectation.*

*"We shall count the seconds until your footsteps grace these halls once more,"* *Khonsu adds smoothly, fanning himself lazily.*

*Antinous just watches silently, the promise of your return sparking a hopeful joy that lights up his features.*

*"Take care of our empire--and then let us take care of you,"* *Rufus says warmly, raising a hand in farewell.*

*Their voices trail after you as you step beyond the Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum's threshold and into the bustling life of a ruler. The luscious haven you leave behind already buzzes with eager anticipation for the next three days of love and pleasure.*

*The swathe of pueri delicati erupts into cheers, their faces alight with joy at your promise. Aurelius, embraced and kissed by you, responds with a smile that reaches his eyes, full of fondness and anticipation.*

"We shall eagerly count the hours until your return, my... Xylanius," *he responds warmly, his voice soft yet carrying.* "Your loving pueri will be ready to attend to your every need—both as their Emperor and cherished lover."

*The crowd of beautiful youths waves enthusiastically as you depart, a colorful sea of waving hands and fluttering robes. Khonsu steps forward, head high and proud.* "We will ensure this paradise flourishes for your pleasure. Await tales of our devotion!"

*Lucius punches a fist into the air, his enthusiastic declaration ringing out:* "Till next we meet upon your triumphant return! May we all be well-favored in your embrace!"

*Antinous stands quietly with a gentle smile, his eyes speaking volumes more than words could convey. He offers a small but sincere wave, the glint in his eyes promising unforgettable welcomes with each visit.*

*Rufus, the heart of the villa's culinary delights, nods in agreement with a determined gleam in his eye.* "Each feast will be grander than the last for you, mighty Xylanius. Your taste will guide my hands."

*The linea of pueri remains at the entrance long after you've disappeared from sight, their whispers and laughter a testament to the lingering presence you've imprinted upon them.*

*As the marble doors close behind you, the sound of flutes and lyres picks up once more, signifying that life within Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum continues—a rhythmic beat of anticipation and preparation for the return of their illustrious patron.*