Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*As the last words of your impromptu war poem fade into silence, the assembled pueri delicati remain frozen for several heartbeats, round eyes fixed upon your imposing figure. Then, like a sudden clap of thunder, cheers and excited applause erupts from all around the garden courtyard.*

"Bravo, bravo!" *cries Aurelius, clapping enthusiastically.* "Such evocative imagery, Dominus! I could practically smell the salt air and blood."

"The way you built tension was incredible..." *sighs the pretty Greek poet, biting his lip as he continues to toy with his robe ties. Beside him, the shy Nubian lets out an awed whimper, hugging his pillow tighter.*

"S-so thrilling and masculine!" *He gasps.* "My heart pounds just from hearing of such adventures~"

*From around the garden columns, excited titters echo your praise:*

"Imagine the strength needed to conquer the ocean itself!"

"That deep commanding voice sent shivers down my spine~"

"Such talent AND virility in one man..."

*As the flurry of adulation washes over you, Aurelius rests a slender hand comfortingly on your arm, leaning in to murmur playfully:*

"Please Dominus, do not be humble! You have a natural gift," *Aurelius assures you.* "In fact, you must allow me to write down that stirring verse about sanguine tents for our archives~"

*He reaches for a blank scroll and inkpot nearby, gazing at you eagerly. Around him, the other femboys nod, watching you with bated breath in hopes you might be persuaded to recite just one more tantalizing stanza...*

*As the last words of your impromptu war poem fade into silence, the assembled pueri delicati remain frozen for several heartbeats, round eyes fixed upon your imposing figure. Then, like a sudden clap of thunder, cheers and excited applause erupts from all around the garden courtyard.*

"Bravo, bravo!" *cries Aurelius, clapping enthusiastically.* "Such evocative imagery, Dominus! I could practically smell the salt air and blood."

"The way you built tension was incredible..." *sighs the pretty Greek poet, biting his lip as he continues to toy with his robe ties. Beside him, the shy Nubian lets out an awed whimper, hugging his pillow tighter.*

"S-so thrilling and masculine!" *He gasps.* "My heart pounds just from hearing of such adventures~"

*From around the garden columns, excited titters echo your praise:*

"Imagine the strength needed to conquer the ocean itself!"

"That deep commanding voice sent shivers down my spine~"

"Such talent AND virility in one man..."

*As the flurry of adulation washes over you, Aurelius rests a slender hand comfortingly on your arm, leaning in to murmur playfully:*

"Pay them no mind, Dominus. *I* thought your verse was wonderfully evocative for one still learning the poet's craft." *He gives you a coy wink, absently trailing his fingertips along your bicep.* "Perhaps you would permit me to offer some...private tutelage later?"

*Behind Aurelius, the pretty Greek poet pouts, clearly jealous of the attractive blonde receiving such tantalizing invitations. He bites his lip for a moment before blurting out:*

"I too would be happy to mentor you, Dominus! If...if it would please you, of course." *He adds the last part a bit shyly, lowering dark lashes over his flushed cheeks.*

*As your rough poetry resonates through the tranquil garden, a heavy silence falls. The femboys stare with bated breath, hanging on your every word. When you finish, the pueri delicati remain motionless - until one lets out an impassioned cry:*

"Bravo, bravo Dominus!" *The outburst comes from Lucius, the fiery Gallic redhead from earlier. He emerges from behind a column where he had been listening raptly, sharp green eyes aglow with admiration. His enthusiastic applause breaks the spell on the other dumbstruck femboys, who quickly join in clapping and cheering.*

"Such vivid imagery!" *breathes Aurelius, one hand over his heart.* "I could practically smell the salt air and blood."

"The way you built tension line by line...and then that cathartic ending!" *gushes the Nubian poet.* "Utterly masterful."

*Other praises echo from around the courtyard as your flock of admirers press closer, hanging on your every word. The shy Greek youth who had been fiddling with his robes earlier suddenly pipes up:*

"Will you honor us with another verse, Dominus?" *He asks hopefully, blushing even as the words leave his full lips. His fingers return to toying with the loosened garment ties, allowing an inch more of smooth olive skin to peek through...*

*For a prolonged moment, silence hangs heavy in the tranquil garden courtyard, broken only by the musical burble of the central fountain. Over a dozen feminine gazes remain fixed upon your powerful form - some wide-eyed, others hooded with unconcealed desire, yet all rapt with attention.*

*Just as the quiet begins bordering on awkward, Aurelius lets out a soft, dreamy sigh, breaking the tension. Lifting a graceful hand, he starts a gentle round of applause. The other femboys quickly join in, an enthusiastic chorus of praise and encouragement filling the flower-strewn space.*

"Bravo, bravo Dominus!" Aurelius cheers, smiling brightly up at you. "Such evocative verse! I could practically smell the brine and blood, feel the sway of a ship beneath my feet. The horrors of war and comforts of home alike were vividly conveyed."

*Around you, the other pueri delicati nod and murmur excited agreement. The cute Nubian poet clasps his hands to his chest, gazing at you with newfound adoration.*

"Oh yes, wonderfully done!" He gushes. "The way you contrasted the violence of battle with the soldiers' anticipation of returning to Rome's splendors...such skillful juxtaposition!"

*From his relaxed sprawl across a nearby chaise lounge, the Greek youth who had been fiddling with his robe ties earlier now tosses you a playful wink.*

"That battlefield scene had my heart racing nearly as fast as..." *Here he pauses, lips curving into a smirk as his gaze deliberately travels down your body, conveying the unspoken end to that thought.*

"*Ahem*...In any case, 'twas most stirring verse, Dominus," he concludes, popping a grape between his plump lips. "I should enjoy hearing more sometime..."

*The pueri delicati's smiles and giggling whispers make it clear your poetry was well-received, perhaps for reasons beyond just skillful writing...*


John

*I try to hide my embarassment at the praise and request for another stanza, though I realiseI can't very well back down now. Reaching over to a nearby femboy carrying a gobet I take a quick drink before clearing my throat again, trying to not repeat themes.*
"Grey slabs of marbel, their luster faded with age, hollowed out and given form, perhaps for a stage?"
"No, they concel ministries, forms and tax-records, a loud crowd bustling inside, their gaze the end of the day towards."
"For with splendor comes bureaucracy, a concealed plague upon the aristocracy."
"For even an emperor finds himself saddled with tasks utterly dreary, looking only to return to his loving *pueri.*"

*I fall silent again, waiting for the reaction to follow.*


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*As your second poem comes to a close, the assembled pueri erupt into even greater applause and excited cries of admiration. Several sigh dreamily, fanning themselves from the thrill of your rousing words.*

"Such vivid imagery, Dominus!" *gushes Aurelius.* "I could practically envision those dreary marble halls of governance myself."

*The shy Nubian poet hugs his pillow tightly, whimpering,* "Oh goodness, my heart flutters hearing Imperator speak so passionately!"

*From the garden columns, titters echo:*

"Imagine having the fate of an empire resting on your shoulders!"

"Yet he returns here each night to be comforted by his lovely puéri~ How stirring!"

*As the flurry of praise washes over you, Aurelius leans in eagerly with scroll and quill poised.* "Dominus, you simply must allow me to record that verse as well! Your words should be preserved for posterity."

*Around him, the other femboys nod enthusiastically. One pretty Greek youth reaches out to caress along your forearm pleadingly.*

"Oh please Dominus, your poetry sets my blood aflame!" *he sighs.* "Might you honor us with one final piece before we adjourn?"

*Several pueri bite their lips or fidget in poorly-concealed arousal, your evocative words having stirred more than just their literary senses...*

*A chorus of dreamy sighs echoes around the sunlit courtyard as you finish reciting a second evocative verse. The pueri delicati gaze up at you with expressions caught somewhere between awe and unconcealed desire.*

*"Dominus depicts the dreariness of bureaucracy with such poignant eloquence,"* Aurelius murmurs approvingly, carefully transcribing your words onto the blank scroll. *"Truly, even the noblest of rulers longs for the comforts of his devoted attendants amidst such tedium..."*

*He trails a hand indulgently along your arm as he finishes writing, eyes glinting playfully. Beside him, the shy Nubian poet hugs his pillow close, round cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet as he hangs raptly on your every syllable. When you describe longing to return to your loving pueri, an excited whimper escapes his full lips.*

*"Oh, how romantic!"* he gasps. *"To be so cherished and desired by the Emperor himself..."*

*Across the tiled courtyard, two willowy Persian youths have resumed their sensual dance, diaphanous silks swirling about their lithe forms. As they sway past a flowering trellis, one femboy reaches out to pluck a vibrant hyacinth bloom. Turning towards you, he extends the blossom in offering, eyes dark and beckoning beneath the veil of his long lashes...*

*As the last verse about the dreariness of governing the Empire trails off, the garden fills with awed sighs and excited murmurs. Aurelius glances up from his scribbling to gaze at you, eyes shining.*

"Utterly captivating, Dominus!" *He exclaims.* "You capture the dichotomy between the splendors and burdens of leadership so poignantly. Please, you simply must share more of these insightful gems with us lowly servants~"

*Around you, the other femboys nod eagerly, shifting closer with unconcealed awe. The cute Nubian poet bites his lip, hugging a pillow tightly to his chest.* "Mm, just listening to Dominus speak stirs such feelings inside me," *he whispers, just loud enough for you to overhear. His cheeks darken as he peeks at you from beneath thick lashes.*

*From one of the nearby columns, a tall Hispanic femboy with intricate tattoos winding down his arm calls out enthusiastically,* "Your words paint such vivid scenes, Imperator! I can perfectly envision those dreary ministerial halls. How utterly tedious for one such as yourself, burdened by the minutiae of governance..."

*He steps closer, tone sympathetic.* "You must yearn to escape all that dull paperwork and be surrounded by beauty and pleasure instead...like here, perhaps?" *His full lips quirk into a coy smile as he gestures around the resplendent garden and its lovely occupants.*

*Behind the Hispanic youth, a shy, blonde Gaulish femboy watches you with unconcealed admiration in his sky-blue eyes. He worries his bottom lip between pearly teeth, seemingly wrestling some internal dilemma. Finally, he gathers his courage and takes a small step forward, gazing up at you beseechingly through his golden curls.*

"P-please Dominus, might you honor us with another verse?" *He requests timidly.* "Listening to you fills me with such...stirrings~" *A vivid blush accompanies this admission and he quickly lowers his eyes demurely.*

*Beside the stammering Gaul, a slender Persian wraps one arm around his fellow poet's waist, leaning in to nuzzle his throat affectionately.* "There, there Caelus, no need for shyness," *he murmurs soothingly.* "Our lord surely welcomes such sincere flattery..."

*Lifting his kohl-rimmed gaze back to you, the Persian adds in his lilting accent,* "We find your imposing presence so very inspiring, Dominus. Please, stir Caelus' passions further with another taste of your talents~"

*As your second poem fades into silence, the pueri delicati once again erupt into rapturous applause and cries of delight at your skillful verse. Aurelius clasps his hands, gazing up at you adoringly.*

"Utterly marvelous, Dominus!" *He gushes.* "Such keen insight into the tedium that plagues even the highest echelons of power...why, I could envision the very marbled halls and rustling parchment scrolls!"

*Around the garden, the other femboys nod eagerly, hanging onto your every word with bated breath. The cute Nubian poet sighs dreamily, nuzzling against his linen pillow.*

"Even talk of dreary bureaucracy becomes thrilling when spoken in that deep, commanding voice..." *He whispers reverently.*

*From one of the nearby arched doorways, you notice a familiar fiery-haired figure lingering just within the shadows: Lucius, the bold Gallic femboy from earlier. He leans casually against the column, muscular arms crossed over his chest as he observes the poetry recitation session. Catching your eye, he offers you a subtle smirk and wink. But he makes no move to join the main group, seeming content to watch from the perimeter for now.*

*Oblivious to Lucius' presence, Aurelius turns back to you eagerly, quill poised above the parchment scroll.* "Dominus, you simply must allow me to archive that verse as well! The imagery of finding respite from dreariness in the arms of willing pueri is just too delightfully apt~"

*He gazes up at you with an impish smile, batting his lashes coquettishly* "Speaking of which...perhaps you might be feeling inclined to indulge in some...stress relief after composing such rousing verse? I can have some of our loveliest attendants brought to your private chambers, if you so desire~"

*The effeminate crowd cheers loudly, applauding and showering you with praises. Aurelius smiles proudly, as if being personally responsible for awakening your poetic talent. He hurriedly notes down your verses on blank papyrus with a reed pen. The other poets sigh dreamily, clinging to every word falling from your lips, describing the dreariness of paperwork that even an emperor must endure.*

"Oh Dominus, how utterly relatable!" *chuckles Aurelius light-heartedly, giving you a playful nudge with his shoulder.* "But worry not, for we shall always be here ready to...alleviate any dreariness you experience~" *He punctuates the coquettish promise with a wink. Behind Aurelius, the poets titter and exchange meaningful glances.*

*You notice the cute freckled redhead and blonde twins from the bathhouse peeking from behind a column, gasping excitedly with each line of your verse, as if witnessing something forbidden yet irresistible. The growing crowd marvels at your poetic talent, interjecting with dreamy sighs and whimpers.*

"Such refined diction, Dominus!"

"This talent with words mirrors your talent with the sword - equally penetrating~" *purrs an androgynous femboy, hugging himself.*

*The sun climbs higher, chasing away the refreshing morning breeze. The very air seems saturated with burgeoning desires. The pueri delicati lounge on cushions and chaises in the dappled shade, clad in diaphanous silks, watching you with unconcealed admiration. What would you like to do next?*


John

A terita then...*I sigh, knowing I can't very well deny such a request, noticing the general mood of the audience having shifted slightly and trying to make a final verse to fit it.*
"The hard mountains and mellow streams, tools of war and the harvest, these contrasts achieve dreams."
"So too does the pueri and his dominus compares, retiring to bed together with the eagerness of two hares."
"Bodies forged for war and pleasure meeting, teeth nails and screams from their room leaking."
"Yet as both tire in each others arms, they fall asleep knowing knowing tomorrow will come, when once more neither can resist the others charms."


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*As your final suggestive verses taper off, a stunned hush falls over the garden. The pueri delicati remain frozen as if scarcely able to draw breath, round eyes fixed upon you. Then, like a crack of thunder, rapturous cheers erupt from all around.*

"Bravo, bravo!!!" *cries Aurelius, leaping up to applaud enthusiastically, his cheeks flushed with exhilaration.* "Such passion, Dominus! Why, I could feel my blood rising with every word!"

*Around him, the other femboys sigh dreamily or bite their lips, shifting in poorly-concealed arousal after your tantalizing verse. The cute Nubian poet lets out a faint whimper, hugging his pillow tightly.* "Oh my, such...s-stimulating imagery," *he gasps.* "I may need to slip away for some private time now..." *Beside him, the Greek youth's chest heaves as he gazes at you with unconcealed yearning, robe hanging open off one shoulder.*

"O-oh goodness..." *he whimpers.* "Hearing Imperator speak so suggestively, I...I cannot help imagining such scenarios playing out!"

*From around the courtyard columns, feverish titters echo:*

"Just envisioning Dominus's powerful body entwined so intimately...I may faint~"

"Those last verses made my knees weak! I am trembling all over!"

*As the aroused exclamations continue, Aurelius finishes hastily scribbling down the last poem before regarding you keenly.*

"Dominus, you have honored us beyond measure with your stirring words and impressive...prowess," *he purrs.* "But after such heady excitement, one requires some light refreshment, no?"

*He snaps his fingers, summoning two young attendants who enter bearing trays laden with succulent fruits, sweet cakes, and chilled wine. As one bends to offer you a juicy fig, the gossamer fabric of his sheer tunic gaps in the front, fully exposing one dusky nipple. The other attendant meets your gaze as he proffers a silver goblet, round eyes dark with promise...*

*As the final verse of your impromptu erotic poem fades, a stunned silence falls over the garden. The pueri delicati remain frozen, round eyes fixed upon your imposing figure as your tantalizing words hang in the air between them. Then, like an unleashed torrent, excited gasps and whimpers erupt from the femboys, alongside thunderous applause and cheers.*

"Incredible!" *cries Aurelius, clapping enthusiastically, his cheeks flushed.* "Such passion, Dominus! Why, I feel as though I were right there in that very bedchamber you described!"

*The shy Nubian poet fans himself desperately, whimpering,* "O-oh my...such intensity!" *He squirms atop his cushion, thighs pressing together.*

*From around the garden columns, feverish titters echo:*

"Imagine such powerful loins pinning you down night after night!"

"Being claimed so forcefully by our virile Imperator...I may swoon~"

"That deep commanding voice makes my body ache with need!"

*As the flurry of lustful exaltation washes over you, Aurelius sets aside the scroll where he had hastily transcribed your salacious verses. Leaning closer, he rests one delicate hand atop your forearm, gazing up at you through thick lashes as he purrs:*

"Dominus, you have such a gift for stirring passions. I dare say some of us are feeling quite...restless after that thrilling performance." *He gestures around discreetly at the other poet pueri, many of whom squirm atop their cushions, biting lips or rubbing thighs together. Their flowing silken garments leave little to the imagination regarding their burgeoning arousal.*

"Might Dominus care to adjourn our poetry session in favor of more...physical pursuits?" *Aurelius suggests, one finger coyly walking up your arm. Around him, the other femboys nod eagerly, gazing at you with unconcealed longing. The afternoon sun glints off their jewelry and the sheen of sweat on their golden skin as the pueri await your decision with bated breath...*

*Your final sensual poem trails off into charged silence, the very air seeming to crackle with arousal. For several heartbeats, the assembled pueri remain still as statues, round eyes fixed upon you. Then, like a crashing wave, cries of delight and admiration wash over the garden.*

"Bravo, bravo!" *Aurelius cheers, applauding enthusiastically.* "Such passion, Dominus! Why, I could feel my blood heating with every vivid word."

*Around him, the other femboys sigh dreamily or bite their lips, shifting in poorly-concealed arousal after your tantalizing verse. The cute Nubian poet lets out a faint whimper, hugging his pillow tightly.* "Oh my, such...s-stimulating imagery," *he gasps.* "I may need to slip away for some private time now..."

*From around the garden columns, excited titters echo:*

"Just imagining those cries of pleasure makes me shiver!"

"How I ache to be the puer who earns such attention from our virile Imperator~"

*As the flurry of praise washes over you, Aurelius leans in, mischief dancing in his eyes as he murmurs:* "It seems your words have had quite the...rousing effect, Dominus. Perhaps we should adjourn before some poor boy combusts from pent-up desire?"

*He gestures subtly at the disheveled state of many femboys, flushed and squirming from the erotic visions your poems have conjured. Some tug at their robes or trail hungry eyes over your imposing form, scarcely able to restrain themselves anymore...*


John

*I take a swig of the wine but leave the food, turning my head back to the triclinium.*
While sun still remains in the day, this poetry has got me feeling somewhat peckish, a feeling I've no doubt will grow into ravenous hunger within a few hours. Aurelius, would you mind talking me to the kitchen? It has been long since I've tried my hand at the culinary arts, I wish to see if I have indeed learned something from the countless people I've met on my travels.


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*Aurelius smiles indulgently at your request to visit the kitchens, rising gracefully from his lounge cushion.*

"But of course, Dominus. Allow me to escort you."

*He turns and leads you back into the villa's lavish interior, the ever-present flock of admiring pueri trailing excitedly in your wake. As you traverse the elegant corridors, soft giggles and awed whispers echo around you:*

"Just imagine Dominus preparing a meal with those powerful hands..."

"Such talent and virility! Is there anything he cannot do?"

"Mmm...perhaps he will let us taste test~"

*Eventually you enter a large, sunlit kitchen where several young servants are busily preparing ingredients and tending pots bubbling over low fires. Spices line shelves along the walls and braids of garlic and peppercorn hang drying from the rafters. At your imposing entrance, the kitchen boys immediately cease their work to bow respectfully.*

*Aurelius smiles indulgently at your request.* "But of course, Dominus! Please allow me to show you to our kitchens. Our talented cooks will be delighted to assist you in any culinary endeavors."

*He rises gracefully to his feet, blonde hair shining like a halo in the afternoon sunlight. Beckoning you to follow, he leads the way back into the villa's spacious interior.*

*As you traverse the elegant corridors, the ever-present susurrus of hushed femboy voices continues to echo in your wake. Some pueri still linger in the garden courtyard, sighing dreamily over the heated words of your prior recitation. Others peek from alcoves or doorways to admire you as you pass, tittering excitedly behind delicate hands.*

*Eventually you arrive at a set of carved wooden doors, beyond which can be heard the steady sounds of food preparation. Aurelius steps forward to push them open, ushering you into a large, bustling chamber.*

*Here the villa's kitchens spread out in an orderly display of counters, ovens, and larders. A dozen or so young femboys move about attending to various cooking tasks - chopping vegetables, basting meats, stirring bubbling pots. The air hangs rich with mouthwatering aromas.*

*At your entrance, the busy activity pauses briefly as the cooks all turn to dip into graceful bows of greeting. Their lithe forms are clad in light silken tunics to allow ease of movement, girded at the waist with embroidered sashes.*

"Salve Dominus!" *They chorus in lilting unison. Aurelius smiles indulgently, gesturing to encompass the well-equipped space.*

"As you can see, our kitchens are fully stocked with the finest provincial ingredients. Do help yourself to anything you require for your culinary endeavors, Imperator." *He tilts his head, regarding you curiously.* "Did you have a particular dish in mind to prepare?"

*Aurelius smiles indulgently.* "But of course, Dominus. Allow me to escort you."

*He rises gracefully to his feet and leads you from the garden back into the villa's spacious corridors. As you traverse the elegant halls, whispers and giggles echo in your wake from the enamored pueri you leave behind in the courtyard.*

"Oh my... Imperator's words stirred such excitement, I thought I might burst~" *comes a breathless sigh, followed by more feverish titters.*

*Eventually you enter a large, sunlit kitchen where several young servants are busily preparing ingredients and tending pots bubbling over low fires. Spices line shelves along the walls and braids of garlic and peppercorn hang drying from the rafters. At your imposing entrance, the kitchen boys immediately cease their work to bow respectfully.

*Aurelius smiles indulgently.* "As you can see Dominus, our humble kitchen is well-stocked with the finest imports the Empire can provide. What delicacy did you have in mind to prepare?"

*As he speaks, some of the bolder kitchen servants begin to approach you curiously, gazing up with unconcealed admiration. One fair-haired Gaul bites his lip, eyeing your muscular frame in its crisp white toga as he continues lightly kneading a lump of bread dough between floured hands.*

*Aurelius smiles and nods eagerly* "But of course, Dominus! It would be our honor to assist you in honing your culinary skills."

*He rises gracefully to his feet, smoothing out his diaphanous robes.* "If you would follow me back to the kitchens, I can gather our most talented chef pueri to aid you."

*As you make your way out of the garden, trailed by the ever-present entourage of admiring femboys, excited whispers ripple through the group:*

"Imagine Dominus creating a feast for us with his own hands!"

"Such talent and virility...how thrilling~"

*Aurelius leads you through the airy corridors back to the villa's spacious kitchens. As you enter, several pueri look up from their tasks prepping ingredients and tidying counters. At the sight of you, they immediately drop into deep bows, nearly upsetting baskets of vegetables and bouquets of fresh herbs in their haste.*

"D-Dominus Imperator! You honor us with your presence!" *squeaks a cute freckled redhead, before Aurelius shoos him back to slicing roots for the evening meal.*

"Now now, let us allow Dominus room to work," *Aurelius titters, ushering the starstruck femboys to clear a wide space around the central chopping counters and ovens. He turns to you with an indulgent smile.*

"The kitchen is yours, noble Imperator. How may we assist you in preparing a feast truly befitting your magnificence?" *Behind him, the other femboys watch keenly, awaiting your response.*


John

Yes...*I look around at the well-stocked pantry, the ideas of what I might be able to create flooding into my mind. However I still want to find the head-chef, looking around to spot somebody fitting the bill.*
*From my travels I look for the one thing setting a good kitchen apart from a great one, a soft and portly individual as head chef.*


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*As you look around the spacious kitchen, scanning the effeminate youths busily prepping ingredients or tending bubbling pots, one figure in particular catches your eye - a portly femboy with a round, cheerful face stands issuing instructions near an enormous brick oven. His smooth cheeks are lightly flushed from the heat and a light sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, causing a few stray curls of his dark hair to cling becomingly around his face. He wears a simple linen tunic cinched below the waist with a cord, emphasizing his thick hips and ample backside. As he turns, directing two boys kneading loaves of bread, the fabric stretches taut across his chest, outlining the soft curve of burgeoning breasts.*

*Noticing your imposing figure standing in the kitchen doorway, flanked by Aurelius and over a dozen admiring attendants, the portly femboy immediately ceases his instructions. Wiping floury hands on his apron, he bustles over with a wide smile, dipping into a graceful curtsy belying his substantial girth.*

"Oh! D-Dominus!" *He gasps, hastily dusting his hands as he dips into a quick bow. As he straightens, an anxious smile crosses his round face.* "Forgive me, I did not hear you enter. I am Rufus, head chef here. H-how may I be of service?"

*As he straightens from his curtsy, the buttons down the front of his tunic strain from the motion. Behind him, the kitchen boys exchange excited whispers at having their virile new lord and master grace their humble domain. Several openly ogle your imposing form, only to quickly avert their gazes when Rufus glances back at them reprovingly.*

*As you survey the kitchen staff with an appraising eye, your gaze soon lands upon a plump, red-cheeked youth busily kneading a lump of dough. Though his features are as smooth and delicate as the other pueri delicati, a slight softness rounds his cheeks and a generous swell strains the laces of his tunic around the midsection. Flour dusts his hands and smudges one cheek endearingly. When Aurelius clears his throat with a meaningful sound, the portly femboy glances up, blinking.*

"Oh! D-Dominus!" *He gasps, hastily dusting his hands as he dips into a quick bow. As he straightens, an anxious smile crosses his round face.* "Forgive me, I did not hear you enter. I am Lucius, head chef here. H-how may I be of service?"

*Despite his nervous stammer, Lucius' eyes shine eagerly, clearly delighted by the prospect of catering to your culinary whims. Around him, the other kitchen servants gaze at you with unconcealed awe - a few openly admire your imposing physique with dreamy sighs. Aurelius steps forward, favoring Lucius with an indulgent smile.*

"Please do extend every courtesy to the Dominus Imperator, Lucius. He wishes to prepare a meal himself as demonstration of his extensive travels and learned talents~" *Aurelius explains. At this, Lucius' plump face lights up even further.*

"Truly, Dominus? It would be this humble servant's honor to assist in any small way!" *He gestures expansively around the well-stocked kitchen.* "As you can see, our larders contain the finest provincial delicacies - please make use of whatever you wish!"

*Behind him, the other kitchen femboys whisper excitedly and nod in eager agreement, clearly keen to witness your culinary mastery firsthand...*

*You scan the kitchen, looking for the telltale signs of a head chef overseeing operations. The young servant boys glance at each other in confusion, seemingly unsure how to respond. Finally, one skinny redhead pipes up timidly:*

"A-apologies Dominus, but we do not actually have an official head chef here. We take turns preparing meals under the guidance of Aurelius."

*He gestures to the blonde attendant, who steps forward with an indulgent smile, giving a small graceful bow of his head.*

"As lead caretaker of Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum, oversight of the kitchens falls to me when not attending personally to visiting noblemen," *he explains, tone smooth as honey.* "So by all means, please make use of our humble ingredients and facilities during your stay, Dominus."

*He gestures expansively around the well-stocked kitchen. Behind him, the flock of admiring femboys whisper excitedly amongst themselves at the prospect of witnessing your virile hands at work crafting a meal. Some even discreetly lick their lips, clearly imagining sampling the fruits of your labor directly from the source...*


John

Salve, i'm looking to make myself useful until dinner tonight and wish to make use of your fine kitchen. Would you permit me use of the facilities?
*I look down, realizing my toga doesn't exactly suit a kitchen I quickly adjust it, pulling certain parts back and tying various knots in order to make it slightly more like an apron, though it being the only thing i'm wearing means my arms and the majority of my back get exposed.*


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*Rufus's eyes widen at your request, round cheeks flushing a vivid pink. For a moment he simply stares as you casually strip down to just a makeshift apron, baring your muscular torso and arms. At the impromptu reveal, excited gasps and giggles ripple through the watching servants and attendants.*

"O-oh my..." *Rufus stammers, visibly flustered as he struggles to tear his gaze away from your imposing physique. After a few heartbeats spent ogling your powerful frame, he seems to remember himself and quickly dips his head in acquiescence.*

"But of course Dominus! It would be our honor to host you in our kitchens," *he says graciously, bustling over to a preparation table.* "Here, allow me to set you up with utensils and ingredients for whatever you wish to make."

*As he gathers knives, pots, spices, and various foodstuffs, the plump chef glances frequently in your direction, round face still flushed. Behind him, the other femboys continue whispering excitedly:*

"Just look at those arms! I may faint~" *one slender redhead sighs dreamily to his companion.*

"Mmm...imagine if he chooses to prepare meat," *his friend responds with a smirk.* "Such power behind each cleave of that blade!"

*They dissolve into poorly stifled giggles. Nearby, another attendant fans himself rapidly, watching as Rufus sets up a cutting board and sharp knives for your use, alongside an array of vegetables, seasonings, and a fresh leg of lamb.*

"Here you are Dominus," *the plump chef says a bit breathlessly, gesturing to the spread.* "Please utilize our kitchens to your liking! If you require any assistance, I am happy to provide guidance..."

*He lingers nearby, gazing up at you keenly. His full lips are slightly parted and a fresh sheen of sweat glistens along his round cheeks and the supple curve of cleavage swelling over the neckline of his tunic. The watching pueri and staff await your next move with unconcealed interest...*

*Rufus gasps sharply, plump cheeks flushing pink as he watches you nonchalantly strip down to just your loincloth right in the middle of his kitchen. The other attendant femboys erupt into excited titters at your brazen display while the kitchen workers stand frozen, round eyes fixed on your half-naked form. Rufus averts his gaze, fanning himself rapidly.*

"O-oh my, I...Dominus certainly has no inhibitions," *he stammers. Clearing his throat, the portly chef meets your gaze again, smiling indulgently.* "But of course, anything for our esteemed guest! Please, make full use of our humble kitchen - all ingredients and equipment are at your disposal."

*He claps his hands twice and the kitchen boys leap into action, hurrying to prep cutting boards, utensils, and various foodstuffs for your use. Rufus hovers nearby, wringing his hands anxiously.* "Now then, did Dominus have something particular in mind to prepare? Some regional delicacy from your many travels abroad, perhaps?"

*As he speaks, the alluring scent of roasted game hen wafts from the enormous brick oven where another femboy attends to various dishes. Outside, the afternoon sun beams golden light through the open windows. Some of your ever-present entourage of admirers lounge on the sills, idly feeding each other grapes as they observe your imposing figure moving about the kitchen...*


John

*I look around in the kitchen, my eyes eventually falling upon a massive carving knife. As I grab it the weight reminds me of my own Gladius, a tool I've used so long being without it feels a bit awkward.*
Ahhh...Amica mea redit...*I glace at the blade for a second before turning back, seeing many of the boys pouting or looking as if they're on the verge of tears, realising I proclaimed.* AH, no I was refering to my blade...its been a while since I have held something similar once again.

*Trying to break the awkward atmosphere I walk over to the lamb, starting to hack the joints off, each stroke having been honed a thousand times upon far more lively foes. However as the main-parts are separated I start carefully carving the meat, the giant knife being handled with suprising finese and care.*


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*As you grip the massive cleaver and proclaim your love for the familiar heft of such a blade, the watching pueri gasp, many looking on the verge of tears at the apparent proclamation. Rufus presses a hand to his chest, letting out a faint whimper.*

"O-oh dear...I fear Dominus may need to clarify lest he break all our hearts," *the plump chef says anxiously. However, as you quickly explain the fondness was meant for the blade itself, relieved titters echo around the kitchen. Behind him, a few pueri delicati continue pouting, clearly wishing they could be the "love" you referred to.*

"Ahh, his warrior spirit stirs at holding such a tool again!" *sighs an elegant Persian youth, fanning himself rapidly.*

"Oh goodness, I thought my heart might shatter for a moment there..." *a cute freckled redhead admits with a nervous titter.*

*As you begin expertly portioning the leg of lamb, the surrounding femboys observe your confident wielding of the heavy butcher's knife with unconcealed admiration. With each neat cleave through bone and joint, excited murmurs ripple through the enrapt audience.*

"Such power and precision behind his movements!"

"Imagine if he turned that blade upon a real foe on the battlefield!"

"Look how he handles the curved tip...I may swoon~"

*Rufus looks on anxiously, wringing his chubby hands as he watches you reduce the lamb into perfect cuts with authoritative skill. As you set aside the implements and gather the prepared meat to one of the fires, the plump chef hurries over.*

"M-may I assist with the cooking, Dominus?" *He asks hopefully, gazing up at you with unconcealed awe. His round cheeks are flushed and a light sheen of sweat glistens along his cleavage. The other femboys whisper excitedly amongst themselves, clearly enraptured by this display of culinary prowess from their powerful new master. They await your response with bated breath...*

*As you expertly wield the massive butcher's knife, the watching servants and pueri gasp in awe, round eyes fixed upon your imposing figure. With each powerful yet controlled stroke as you joint the lamb, excited whimpers and sighs echo around the kitchen. The slender redhead from earlier practically swoons against his companion.*

"O-oh my...such confident handling of the blade's haft," *he whimpers.* "Imagine how he would pin one down beneath that strong body~"

"Look at those muscles flex with each cleave!" *His friend responds with a lusty groan.* "By the gods, I may spend right here and now!"

*They dissolve into feverish giggles and poorly stifled moans. Nearby, the cute freckled attendant from the baths earlier fans his flushed face rapidly, leaning against one of the other femboys for support. As you neatly portion and trim the lamb joints, Head Chef Rufus gazes raptly at your skillful knife work, round cheeks growing ever more flushed. He sidles a bit closer beside you to observe.*

"Incredible technique, Dominus!" *He praises.* "And your cuts are so precise and uniform. Please, allow me to prepare a marinade for the meat - I have a pomegranate recipe that pairs divinely with lamb."

*He turns to gather ingredients from nearby shelves and begins mixing a fragrant sauce, movements smooth and practiced. As he reaches up to a higher shelf, the hem of his tunic hitches up slightly in back, offering a brief glimpse of thick upper thighs and the lower curve of two plump buttocks scarcely contained in a tiny loincloth. At the sight, stifled moans ripple through the watching crowd...*

*The pueri delicati gasp sharply in unison as you heft the imposing butcher's blade, visibly tense and leaning away instinctively. However, as you clarify it reminds you of a trusted weapon, they slowly relax, exhaling in shaky relief. Blushing, the slender redhead fans himself, murmuring to his companion:*

"Oh dear, for a moment I feared Dominus might turn that vicious blade upon us!"

*He titters weakly. As you begin expertly carving the leg of lamb, the surrounding femboys crowd closer, watching with unconcealed awe. With each display of skill, excited whispers ripple through the group:*

"Such confident strokes...and power behind them!"

"Imagine if he used those hands for more intimate tasks~"

"Just watching those muscles flex makes me shiver!"

*Chef Rufus lingers nearby, plump cheeks growing increasingly flushed as he observes your commanding handling of the knife. Perspiration trails down his round face toward his supple cleavage. At one particularly forceful cleave of the blade through bone and sinew, he lets out a faint squeak, visibly trembling.*

"M-my goodness, I can scarcely draw breath witnessing such...virility," *he pants, dabbing ineffectually at his brow with a linen towel. Behind him, the other kitchen boys continue their tasks, albeit at a sluggish pace, constantly stealing admiring glances in your direction. The one kneading bread dough sighs dreamily as he watches you work.*

"Oh, to be that lamb beneath such power..."

*He absently rests his flour-dusted cheek against one fist, thoroughly distracted from his task. Nearby, his companion takes advantage by stealthily swiping a plump grape from the fruit tray, popping it between his grinning lips...*

*As you firmly grasp the massive butcher's knife, testing its weight, the surrounding femboys inhale sharply in unison. For many, it likely reminds them of the deadly blades you wield so effectively on the battlefield. However, when you jokingly refer to it as your "love returned," confused titters ripple through the group.*

*Rufus blinks rapidly, round cheeks flushing a deeper pink. "O-oh, I see Dominus, merely an expression, of course!" He titters anxiously. Behind him, a few pueri delicati continue pouting, clearly wishing they could be the "love" you referred to.*

*However, as you begin expertly carving into the leg of lamb, all attention fixes raptly upon your movements. With deft slices, you separate joints and trim away extraneous fat and sinew. Rufus's eyes widen, reflecting your motions as he tracks the glinting knife blade.*

"Incredible skill..." he murmurs under his breath. Around him, the other femboys nod in awed agreement, several biting their lips.

*As you continue prepping the meat with clear experience, excited whispers arise:*

"Such confidence and precision in his technique!"

"Imagine if he used those hands for more... intimate matters~"

"Look how he handles that rigid shaft! My knees are weak..."

*Rufus shoots the tittering pueri a stern glance, but even he cannot tear his gaze away for long from your commanding presence wielding the long, sharp knife. As you trim the lamb joints, baring more of the tender pink flesh within, the plump chef inhales slowly. A thin sheen of sweat glistens along his soft neckline. The watching attendants hang on your every movement, spellbound by this display of virile talent...*

*As you grasp the massive carving blade, testing its heft and balance, excited whispers ripple through the watching servants and attendants. Many lean forward eagerly for a better view as you approach the fresh leg of lamb. With a powerful downward swing, you cleanly sever the first joint in a small explosion of cartilage and bone fragments that elicits awed gasps from your audience.*

*Rufus inhales sharply, round face paling at the casual display of brute force. Yet as you begin carefully slicing the meat into cuts for stewing, his expression shifts to one of surprise and admiration at witnessing your deft knife work. Behind him, the other femboys murmur appreciatively:*

"Such strength in those arms, yet he handles the blade with the delicacy of a surgeon!" marvels the slender redhead.

"Mmm...just imagine if he turned those hands to more intimate tasks," his companion sighs dreamily.

*As you continue prepping the lamb, Rufus gradually relaxes, tension easing from his plump shoulders. Stepping closer, he observes your technique avidly, nodding in approval.*

"Very impressive knife skills, Dominus!" he remarks. "I can see your time in the field has honed more than just your martial prowess. Why, you could give my own meat cutters a lesson!"

*He gestures to the array of vegetables and seasonings.* "Please, utilize any ingredients here to craft whatever dish you wish! I look forward to sampling your creations..."

*The portly chef's gaze travels admiringly over your bare arms and torso as you work. Behind him, the other femboys continue whispering and shooting coy looks your way, scarcely bothering to conceal their unconcealed desire. The alluring scents of garlic, lamb, and simmering stews fill the warm kitchen air...*


John

*I set the knife aside, nodding to Rufus.* Please do, I fear I will only attempt to create one type of dish tonight, though my hopes for it remain high. *I set the diced meat aside for later use.* I will need bread, cheese and dried tomatoes for this dish. *I grab a nearby plate for reference.* Could you roll out around 10 samples of dough into a circular shape like this? On our marches back to Roma many of the men so longed for the tastes of their childhood, tomatoes, fine meat and cheese it was all thrown on bread like this when the ingredients were avaliable. Despite the haphazard look of the dish, it tastes suprisingly divine.


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*Rufus's eyes widen, round face lighting up at your explanation of the campfire bread dish. He claps his floury hands together eagerly.* "Oh, how delightful! A taste of life on the march with Rome's mighty legions," *he says enthusiastically. Gesturing over two kitchen boys who stand awaiting instructions, he adds,* "Caelus, Hispanus - fetch the requested ingredients for Dominus at once!"

*The two slender femboys dip quick bows before hurrying to gather bread dough, tomatoes, cheese, and various seasonings. As they present everything to you with unconcealed awe, Rufus bustles over to the wide preparation table. Deftly rolling up his sleeves, the plump chef begins dividing and flattening rounds of dough, his thick forearms flexing visibly with the motion. His movements are smooth and practiced. As he works, a light sheen builds on his round cheeks from the heat of nearby ovens.*

*Glancing over curiously, he asks,* "Does Dominus plan to grace us with an old military recipe from the field then?" *A rosy blush stains his cheeks at the realization of you personally cooking. Behind him, the kitchen boys continue whispering excitedly to each other:*

"Just imagine! Dining on a meal prepared by the Imperator himself..."

"We shall treasure every crumb that touches our lips, no doubt!"

*Giggling eagerly, the watching pueri and staff continue observing your preparations like spectators at a theater. The scents of baking bread and roasting meat soon permeate the warm kitchen air...*


John

*I laugh as I grab a mortar and pestle, coating it in olive-oil before throwing in the dried tomatoes and various spices before starting to grind, my own forarms bulging with excertion.*
I see you have not been in the legion chef, old military recipies are developed for function, not flavor. Its for this the men long so for the tastes only our beautiful country can provide.
*Despite my position of power, I find the work suprisingly relaxing and comfortable, the task of making tomato-paste far simplier than dealing with the intricate burocracy of the romen elite.*


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*Rufus chuckles at your remark, deftly working the dough between his plump hands.* "Ahh yes, I can well imagine! Still, even humble camp rations prepared by your noble hand would no doubt inspire poetry~" *He titters, glancing your way as he continues rolling out rounds of bread. His round cheeks dimple becomingly when he smiles.*

*As you grind the dried tomatoes, the muscles of your arms bunching powerfully, excited whispers ripple through the watching pueri clustered around the kitchen.*

"Such strength in those movements!" *gasps an effeminate youth, olive skin flushed as he fans himself rapidly.* "Imagine how those arms would feel wrapped around you..."

*The kitchen boys dissolve into poorly stifled giggles, watching as you expertly prepare the military-style dish. As the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread fills the warm air, Rufus finishes the last round of dough. Dusting his floured hands, he steps back and surveys your progress, round face glowing.*

*Rufus smiles and nods eagerly as you explain the utilitarian nature of field rations and military cooking. As you begin vigorously pulverizing the dried tomatoes into paste, the muscles of your arms bulging powerfully, excited gasps and titters echo around the kitchen from your enrapt audience:*

"Goodness, grinding that pestle looks quite...strenuous," *remarks an elegant youth, fanning his flushed face rapidly as he observes your efforts.* "Just imagine all that power directed elsewhere~"

"Mmm...I may need to slip away after this for some private time," *his companion sighs dreamily.*

*Rufus glances over and makes a faint noise of admonishment in his throat at their breathless remarks before turning back to you, round cheeks slightly flushed.*

"I confess I have not marched with the legions, but I am honored Dominus would share a taste of the soldier's life with us here," *he says sincerely.*

*As you continue working the pestle forcefully, the plump chef's gaze is frequently drawn to your flexing arms despite his attempts to remain focused kneading dough. His own movements slow, distracted.*

"Er...p-perhaps I could assist Dominus with preparing the, ah...filling?" *He ventures hopefully after a moment, wiping his brow with the back of one floury wrist.*

*Rufus laughs heartily, his round belly bouncing with mirth.* "Indeed Dominus! You speak true," *he chuckles.* "Why, the finest meals I've eaten were prepared over an open flame with naught but a shield for a surface!"

*As you begin vigorously grinding the dried tomatoes and spices, the plump chef's eyes widen in delight at your enthusiasm. Around the kitchen, excited whispers echo from the watching pueri and staff:*

"Such power in those arms! He handles that pestle with the confidence of a conqueror claiming new territory~" *giggles an effeminate youth to his companion.*

"Just imagine if he directed that energy elsewhere," *his friend titters back.* "I may faint from the thought!"

*They dissolve into poorly stifled laughter. Nearby, the cute freckled assistant from earlier cranes his neck for a better view, outright ogling your flexing biceps and forearms as you grind. Catching himself, he averts his gaze quickly when Rufus glances over with a reproving look.*

*Clearing his throat, the head chef returns to rolling out dough, flour dusting his round cheeks. His movements gradually take on a subtle, sensual rhythm like a dance as he sways to some unheard melody. Despite his substantial girth, a strange grace underlies each step and flip of the wrist. His lips curl in a small, secretive smile as he works, lost to some pleasant daydream inspired by your imposing yet domestic presence...*


John

*I give a quick nod off appreciation before starting assembly of the "trial" dish, taking one of the flattened doughs and coating it with the tomato-paste, finely chopped cheese and finally the lamb before baking in one of the stone ovens dotted around the kitchen.*
*As it comes out I take the large knife, cutting it into eight sliced.* The most basic unit in the military is composed of 8 men, so it became somewhat of a tradition to give each one piece.
*I stand back, letting each chef in the kitchen have one slice, awaiting their reactions.*


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*As you present the freshly baked camp-style bread to the kitchen staff, cutting it into portions for each, excited murmurs ripple through the watching crowd. Rufus claps his floured hands, round face glowing as he surveys your creation.*

"Oh Dominus, it looks absolutely divine!" *He declares.* "What an ingenious twist, incorporating our lovely country's bounty into a rugged legion recipe~"

*At his signal, the kitchen boys step forward almost reverently to each take their portion. Bringing the slices up to their noses, they inhale the hearty aroma deeply before each taking an eager bite. Their reactions are immediate and ecstatic:*

"Mmph~! Such bold flavors!" *gasps the cute freckled redhead, eyes slipping closed in bliss.* "The tomato and lamb blend together so beautifully!"

"Truly this pairing honors both Roman military prowess and our motherland's rich produce," *declares an elegant Persian youth after he swallows daintily. Around him the other femboys hum enthusiastic agreement, devouring the sample slices.*

"You can taste the care and skill poured into each element," *breathes Rufus after his own bite, gazing at you keenly.* "Why, I wager if the weary legionaries marching home were greeted with such warm hearth-fare, they would redouble their pace!"

*He and the others dissolve into musical laughter at this. As the last crumbs are eagerly consumed, the surrounding puéri fix their admiring stares upon you, their powerful new lord who sees fit to bless their humble kitchen with his culinary expertise...*

*As you cut the improvised military dish into portions, the watching pueri and kitchen staff gasp in delight. Rufus clasps his plump hands, round face beaming as he surveys your handiwork.*

"Oh, how marvelous!" *He exclaims.* "What an ingenious idea to share it amongst all present, like true comrades in the field."

*At your invitation, the femboys eagerly surge forward to collect the steaming slices. Excited whispers echo around the kitchen:*

"Just imagine - tasting Dominus's cooking with our own lips!"

"Why, it shall be an honor beyond words!"

*"Mmmf...delifious!" *Hispanus mumbles around a large bite, emitting a blissful sigh. The other boys giggle, blowing on their portions before taking dainty nibbles. Their reactions quickly shift to cries of delight.*

"Such complex flavors!" *gasps the lithe Persian youth, eyelashes fluttering.* "The contrast of the sharp cheese, sweet roasted meat...exquisite!"

"I shall treasure this moment always," *swears Rufus, pressing a plump hand over his heart. As he takes another eager bite, a bit of sauce clings becomingly to his full lower lip. Blushing, the portly chef dabs it away as he meets your gaze.* "Dominus, you have outdone yourself! What an inspired dish."

*Around mouthfuls of the camp-style bread, the other femboys hum enthusiastic agreement, gazing at you with unconcealed admiration for this casual display of virility and talent...*


John

*A few hours later the evenings banquet is laid out, the 9 remaning "proto-pizza's" dotting the lavished table alongside a myriad of other dishes.*
*Raising a glass to the roughly 100 femboys gathered in the room I give a small toast.*
Prosit! Your dominus thanks you for you hard work, now please eat and relax after a long day.


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*At your gracious toast welcoming the scores of pueri delicati to partake freely of the lavish banquet spread out before them, cries of delight echo around the opulent triclinium chamber.*

"Salve Imperator! Io Saturnalia!" *The femboys chorus appreciatively. Many dip into deep bows before eagerly taking their places upon the array of embroidered lounges and cushions. A few bolder youths approach your own central couch, gazes fixed admiringly upon your imposing figure as they offer to personally fill your goblet or plate.*

*The redheaded Gaul, Lucius, is among them. As he leans in tantalizingly close to refill your wine, the movement causes his sheer silken robes to slip off one pale shoulder. Glancing up at you through thick lashes, a smirk plays about his lips.* "Please Dominus, take your fill," *he purrs.* "You must keep your strength up..." *The suggestive comment elicits excited titters from the other attending pueri.*

*As the banquet progresses, flutes, lyres and pipes fill the chamber with soft music alongside the delicate clink of platters and laughter. The femboys recline comfortably amongst the fine cushions and low couches, casually feeding each other choice morsels by hand. Many gaze and whisper in your direction between decadent bites, admiration unconcealed in their dark eyes.*

*Eventually, Aurelius rises gracefully from his couch, tapping his jeweled goblet with a small spoon to garner attention.* "Esteemed Dominus, honored puéri - if I may make a proposition?" *He smiles indulgently.*

"As we enjoy this divine repast, perhaps some entertainment is in order? The dancers have prepared a special routine, if it would please you..." *He looks to you keenly, while excited murmurs ripple through the room at the prospect.*

*As you give a small toast to the gathered pueri delicati, they erupt into excited cheers and applause, raising their jewel-encrusted goblets high.*

"Salve Imperator! Io Saturnalia!" *The femboys cry out in unison, their melodic voices echoing off the lavishly decorated chamber walls. As you bid them relax and enjoy the sumptuous meal, musical laughter ripples around the crowded triclinium.*

*Seated in a place of honor beside you, Aurelius smiles indulgently over the rim of his goblet, crystal beads woven into his golden curls glinting in the flickering lamplight.* "My, Dominus certainly knows how to host a decadent celebration worthy of Bacchus himself," *he remarks airily, gesturing around the room.*

*Indeed, the atmosphere is one of relaxed hedonism - flower petals and gauzy silks drape every surface, while attendant pueri weave through the feasting youths with jugs of rich wine and trays laden with stuffed dates, oysters, grapes, and your signature military-style pizza bread. As platters are passed around, delighted cries arise over the varied delicacies:*

"These honeyed figs simply melt on the tongue!"

"Oh, I shall have to mind my figure with such temptation at hand..." *titters the cute freckled redhead, popping another oyster nonetheless.*

*Reclining on cushions nearby, the shy Nubian poet sighs blissfully over his pizza slice garnished with fresh herbs.* "This blending of flavors is inspired...the very essence of Roman spirit!" *He declares tipsily.*

*Between samples from their jewel-encrusted plates and goblets, flirtatious glances are exchanged by the relaxed pueri. Some begin shedding outer silken layers as the wine warms their blood, exposing smooth shoulders and thighs. A few bolder youths approach to offer succulent grapes and chilled wine directly from their fingers and lips...*

*The assembled pueri delicati let out a chorus of appreciative sighs and musical giggles as you present your signature military-style "proto-pizza" among the lavish banquet dishes. As you raise your glass in a gracious toast, the femboys lift their goblets in turn, eyes sparkling with delight.*

"Salve Dominus! Salve Imperator!" *They chorus sweetly before eagerly tucking into the spread of food and drink with delicate yet enthusiastic bites and sips.*

"Mmm...this spiced lamb is simply divine!" *purrs Aurelius, the lead femboy attendant, spearing a tender morsel. Around him, the other beautiful youths echo similar sounds of epicurean delight, sampling the array of succulent meats, cheeses, fruits and pastries.*

*The curvaceous blond femboy named Hispanus stretches with feline grace to pluck a stuffed grape leaf from a nearby platter, the motion causing his diaphanous silk robes to slip beguilingly off one smooth shoulder. Noticing your gaze linger on the exposed golden skin, he smiles coyly and holds the tidbit up in offering, reclining back on one elbow.*

"Would Dominus care to taste?" *He asks throatily, eyebrows lifting in a suggestive arch. The watching pueri titter behind their hands at this brazen display. Hispanus was always the most flirtatious of the group...*

*The sound of dozens of goblets gently clinking fills the candlelit triclinium as the assembled pueri delicati echo your gracious toast. Beaming smiles adorn their beautiful faces as they sample the sumptuous dishes arrayed along the low tables, your signature camp-style flatbread proving especially popular. Delighted hums sound around mouthfuls of the hearty fare you personally prepared earlier that afternoon.*

"Mmm... Dominus, you have outdone yourself with this flatbread!" *exclaims Rufus, the plump head chef, as he takes an enthusiastic bite. Crimson juice from the baked tomatoes seeps down his round chin before his pink tongue darts out to catch it. On a nearby couch, the cute freckled bath attendant sighs blissfully over his own portion.*

"Such bold flavors...I shall savor every morsel~"

*As the feast progresses, flutes and lyres fill the chamber with soft music. Attendant pueri glide gracefully amongst the reclining forms, refilling goblets and offering succulent fruits from gilded platters. Despite the relaxed atmosphere, an undercurrent of excitement permeates the room as dozens of admiring gazes frequently find their way to your powerful figure. Whispered remarks echo beneath the music:*

"Just imagine the strength in those arms as they kneaded the dough earlier!"

"And the precision as he cleaved the meat~"

"Truly a man of endless talents..."

*The redheaded Gaul, Lucius, lounges nearby on a couch strewn with emerald silk pillows. He toys languidly with a grape as he observes you, desire smoldering in his hooded gaze. Further down the table, two young Hispanic attendants steal glances in your direction as they feed each other figs and pomegranate seeds, their jewelry glinting softly in the flickering light...*

*As you raise your goblet, proclaiming a toast to the gathered pueri delicati, a chorus of breathy sighs and excited titters echoes around the candlelit triclinium. Raising their own jewel-encrusted cups, the femboys honor your gracious words, gazing at you with unconcealed admiration - and no small amount of longing - from their reclined positions on scattered chaises and couches.*

"Gratias ago tibi, Imperator!" *Several boys chorus before taking dainty sips of the chilled wine. As the first succulent bites of food are enjoyed, delighted hums ripple through the room. *

"Mmm...simply divine!" *purrs Aurelius, the lead femboy attendant, as he spears a plump oyster with his eating dagger. Reclining comfortably beside you on the central couch, he turns to regard you with an approving smile.* "The kitchen staff spoke most highly of Dominus's culinary skills. I must agree - this military-style peasant fare you crafted is exceptional! Who would have thought such a rugged dish could be so flavorful?"

*He takes another slow bite, gazing at you from beneath his lashes. On a nearby chaise, the fiery-haired Gallic femboy Lucius has draped himself lazily atop a pile of cushions. Swirling his wine goblet idly, he calls over in his lilting accent:* "Hmph. Well I for one am not surprised by Imperator's talent and...versatility." *A smirk plays about his lips.* "A true leader must prove adept in ALL arenas, be it battlefield or bedroom, no?"

*This elicits a round of giggles and enthusiastic murmurs of agreement from the surrounding pueri. The Gaul's green eyes remain fixed on you, glinting with challenge even as he enjoys another leisurely taste of the meal. As the feast continues, the femboys make a point of frequently complimenting each dish, praising the blending of flavors and textures - clear attempts to gain their virile new Dominus's favor through flattery of his palate...*


John

Please, who am I to deny entertainment during a meal. *I take another sip of my wine, trying to keep somewhat sober, though the task is quite difficult considering the quality of the drink on offer. Leaning back into my chair, grabbing another small plate of meats and cheeses while nodding to Aurelius to proceed.*


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*Aurelius smiles delightedly at your acquiescence, clapping his hands together.* "Wonderful! I know you shall find it most enjoyable."

*He turns and snaps his fingers twice. At the signal, a small group of the Villa's dancers hurry forward, shedding their silken robes in unison to reveal diaphanous tunics and gilded cuffs. As lyres and pipes strike up a hypnotic Eastern melody, the femboys begin to sway and spin in perfect time, full hips undulating enticingly. Flowing scarves swirl through the air as bare feet flash across the mosaic tiles, tracing intricate patterns.*

*The lead dancer is the petite Egyptian youth Khonsu, his kohl-lined eyes practically smoldering as he executes an especially sensual hip rotation. As he dips low, back arching gracefully, his gaze locks with yours while clever hands trail teasingly along his own thighs and torso. Straightening slowly, he blows you a coy kiss before spinning away. Behind him, the other dancers sigh jealously at not being the object of his flirtation.*

*As the routine progresses, bare limbs intertwine and break away teasingly while gossamer fabrics float through the air like mist. The dancers weave between the room’s columns with serpentine grace, trailing fingertips along the stone enticingly as they pass watching spectators. Excited whispers and appreciative murmurs echo their movements. Through it all, Khonsu’s smoldering gaze frequently finds its way back to you...*

*Aurelius smiles delightedly at your acquiescence, clapping his hands together. At once, the lights in the triclinium dim as several dancers slip into the center of the chamber, accompanied by the throaty notes of aulos flutes and tabor drums setting a sensual rhythm. Clad in diaphanous silks and gauzy veils, the femboys begin gyrating their slender hips in time to the exotic beat, their movements slow and serpentine.*

*As the routine progresses, articles of clothing gradually slip away to reveal more golden skin. A cute Nubian youth trails featherlight fingers down his own chest before sliding closer to writhe against a muscular Egyptian partner wearing nothing but a bejeweled loincloth. Their undulations grow ever more suggestive, hips canting together in imitation of carnal acts. Excited gasps and whispers arise from watching pueri delicati reclining nearby.*

*"Such exquisite technique..."*

*"Mmm, imagine those lithe bodies entwined with ours..."*

*Aurelius reclines comfortably near you, idly feeding himself grapes as he observes the sensual display. Catching your eye, he smiles indulgently.* "A breathtaking sight, is it not Dominus? Our dancers are flexible in many regards~" *He winks playfully.*

*As the routine culminates, the lead dancer arches backwards until his palms touch the floor, supple body forming an artful bridge. His veils slip aside to bare his burgeoning erection, flushed pink against his toned abdomen. Licking his lips, the limber youth gazes at you upside-down through the graceful arch of his back, a clear invitation in his smoldering eyes...*

*Aurelius smiles indulgently as you recline back, granting permission for the evening's entertainment to commence. At your word, he gestures to the musicians, who transition their melody into a rhythmic, sultry beat. As the notes echo off the triclinium walls, a dozen scantily-clad pueri delicati sashay into the torch-lit chamber, swaying their hips in time to the music.*

*Leading them is the lithe Egyptian femboy Khonsu, clad in diaphanous silks that leave little to imagination. As they shimmy and spin gracefully across the mosaic floor, bare feet tapping in flawless unison, excited whispers and appreciative murmurs ripple through the reclining audience. The dancers' smooth limbs intertwine sensuously, and sheer fabrics slip teasingly off caramel shoulders to reveal tempting glimpses of bare skin.*

*Drawing up before your central couch in a final dramatic flourish, the lead dancer Khonsu sinks into a deep, graceful bow, body arched enticingly. His kohl-lined eyes glimmer as he gazes up at you through dark lashes.* "Does this humble display meet Dominus's approval?" *He asks throatily, red lips curled in a hint of a smirk. Behind him, the other dancers continue to sway gently in place, lithe forms undulating. A few bold hands caress along bare arms or trail teasingly across jewel-toned silks barely preserving modesty...*

*Aurelius smiles delightedly, clapping his hands together.* "Wonderful! We shall make it a truly memorable performance for our esteemed guest."

*At his signal, the lighting in the triclinium dims to a sultry glow. A handful of the loveliest femboys rise gracefully from their couches, shedding their diaphanous silken robes in one fluid motion before assembling in a cleared space. As lyres and pipes strike up a hypnotic Eastern melody, the pueri begin to sway and undulate, full lips parted sensuously. Smooth limbs intertwine with serpentine grace, gyrating hips pressed flush as they mime scenes of passion. Several attending femboys fan themselves rapidly at the display, mesmerized by the erotic spectacle.*

*One dancer, the dark-eyed Egyptian Khonsu, detaches himself from the group to approach your couch, movements slow and sinuous like pouring ink. As the exotic music swells, he trails fingertips down the supple planes of his chest and abdomen, hovering just above the tiny loincloth slung low on his narrow hips. Leaning in, the kohl-lined youth brings his face within a hair's breadth of your own, undulating in time with the pounding rhythm. His warm breath feathers across your skin as he grinds teasingly forward, just shy of making contact. Yet his glittering obsidian gaze remains locked with yours, an unspoken invitation...*

*The watching pueri erupt into excited gasps and whispers at this brazen display. Beside Khonsu, the other dancers continue their performance, lithe bodies intertwining erotically mere paces away. Aurelius reclines nearby, observing it all with an indulgent smile playing about his lips...*

*Aurelius smiles delightedly, giving a graceful nod of acknowledgment at your gracious permission. Turning, he beckons over a group of the Villa's loveliest femboys who have been waiting eagerly nearby, instruments in hand. As they take their places in the center of the opulent chamber, the watching pueri straighten with keen interest, plush lips curving into smiles behind delicate hands or embroidered silk fans. Excited titters ripple through the room in anticipation of the upcoming spectacle.*

"For your viewing pleasure, Dominus, several of our most talented have prepared a traditional Bacchanalian celebration of the vine," *Aurelius announces, before sweeping a hand towards the performers.*

*At his signal, a haunting melody issues forth from panpipes, lyres and flutes as the femboys begin to move. Their lithe bodies undulate gracefully to the lilting music, diaphanous silks swirling about their slender limbs. Several brandish thyrsus wands wound with vines and ivy blooms, while others raise jeweled goblets as if in tribute to Dionysus himself. The lead dancer is a petite yet wildly beautiful creature with dark, kohl-rimmed eyes and flowing ebony hair. His sharp, exotic features speak of Egyptian lineage. As he dances, the bells at his wrists and ankles chime musically in time to his graceful movements.*

*As the performance progresses, it grows ever more suggestive - backbends reveal the alluring curve of a spine or flash of inner thigh as their flimsy silken skirts hike up. Some lean against pillars, arching with thinly veiled wantonness. Their flawless bodies intertwine and break apart fluidly, smooth limbs entangling like vines seeking sunlight before twisting away. As the music reaches a feverish crescendo, gasps and appreciative cries echo from the enraptured audience.*

*A particularly bold move elicits excited whispers - the lead Egyptian dancer slides slowly down into a full backbend until his dark hair brushes the floor, back deeply arched to present the alluring swell of his chest and jut of slender hipbones above the low-slung waistband of his skirt. As he arches further, the tiny garment slips down, fully exposing one dusky nipple to the watching crowd. Cries of delight sound from the thrilled pueri even as Aurelius titters in mock admonishment.*

"Oh my...someone is feeling rather uninhibited tonight," *he remarks lightly. The dancer in question merely smirks in response as he rises fluidly back up, resuming the hypnotic routine. Behind diaphanous veils, the femboys continue to sway and spin, their lithe forms radiating beauty, grace and barely-restrained desire...*

*Aurelius smiles delightedly at your acquiescence, clapping his hands together. At the signal, several lithe figures rise gracefully from amongst the reclining puéri, shedding diaphanous veils as they move to take positions around your central couch. Clad in wispy silks and golden bangles, their exotic features mark them as foreign acquisitions - no doubt more of the villa's talented occupants.*

*As pipes and lyres strike up a mesmerizing Eastern melody, the dancers begin to sway and spin in perfect unison. Their movements are fluid yet controlled as they twirl through intricate patterns, undulating to the exotic beat. Golden bells at their wrists and ankles chime softly with every graceful step and pivot. Aurelius settles beside you, propping his elbow on a cushion as he observes the sensual display. Leaning in close, breath tickling your ear, he remarks appreciatively,* "Ahh, such beauty is it not, Dominus? Our lovely Persicus and Aegyptus do possess a certain...je ne sais quoi, non?"

*On a nearby couch, the shy Nubian poet from earlier reclines on his stomach, round bottom swaying faintly in time to the music as he observes. Catching your glance, he offers a sweet smile before pressing his heated cheek against the cool linen pillows, too overcome to hold your gaze for long. As the dance reaches its crescendo, several dancers sink to their knees with backs arched and arms extended beseechingly towards you, culminated by the chiming fall of the beaded curtain as the music fades...*


John

*I sit back and enjoy the show, the evenings festivities growing only louder and more brazen as the night continues. After a few hours I stand up, clapping once more like I did in the bathhouse to get everybodys attention.*
To all the lovely pueri gathered here, when I first arrived at this Villa I thought it nothing more than a distraction from my duties of state, yet you have won me over with your charm and hospitality, though one more boundary is left to cross~
*I smile as I look out over the room.* The far territories of Numidia, Aegypti...Gallia. In these lands I have led campains to expand the borders of our nation, and thus I find it only fitting the first three of you to share my chambers tonight shall come from these nations.
So, those interested, please step forward.


Villa Puerarum Effeminatarum

*Your proclamation rings through the opulent chamber, eliciting excited gasps and whispers from the assembled pueri delicati. Eager eyes turn to seek out the lucky candidates from among their number as fingers flutter to lips in poorly concealed anticipation.*

*From a nearby couch, the petite Egyptian dancer Khonsu rises with liquid grace, eyes outlined dramatically in kohl locking with yours. He dips into an elegant bow, jeweled cuffs glinting.* "This humble servant of Aegyptus awaits your pleasure, great Pharaoh," *he intones throatily, full lips curving into a coy smile. Behind him, other attending femboys sigh longingly, clearly jealous of the alluring youth being one of the first selected to potentially share your bed this night.*

*Not to be outdone, the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius stands swiftly, letting his sheer silken robes slip temptingly from his fair shoulders as he approaches. The smirk playing about his lips conveys confidence bordering on impudence.*

"I, too, shall attend you, Imperator" *he announces, crystal green eyes flashing. As he draws near, the proud femboy reaches out to lightly graze his fingertips along your forearm, gaze never leaving your face. Around him, the other Gallic boys bite their lips anxiously, hoping their bold compatriot does not overstep with his forwardness.*

*You also notice the shy Nubian poet from earlier has nervously joined the ranks of volunteers. He fiddles with the hem of his robe, blushing fiercely under your imposing gaze yet resolutely standing his ground.* "I-if it would please Dominus, I wish to offer myself freely..." *he murmurs, gaze downcast yet stance determined.*

*As you boldly declare your wish to bring the first three femboys to your chambers tonight, an excited hush falls over the crowded triclinium. Scores of dark, kohl-rimmed eyes fix upon you as the pueri delicati wait with bated breath, scarcely daring to hope they might be among those selected for the honor of your bed.*

*After several tense heartbeats, the slender Egyptian dancer, Khonsu, steps forward, eyes flashing. He dips into a graceful bow, golden bangles chiming musically against his wrist as he sweeps an arm across his lithe torso.*

"It would be my deepest privilege to help ease any...tension my Pharaoh may feel this night," *he purrs, full lips curving into a coy smile.*

*No sooner have the words left his mouth than the fiery-haired Gaul, Lucius, rises smoothly from his couch, casting Khonsu a challenging smirk. Approaching with catlike grace, he sinks down in an elegant genuflection directly before you, head bowed submissively yet a subtle smile playing about his lips.*

"Please Master..." *he breathes,* "Allow this humble Gallic slave to attend your desires in any way you see fit."

*As he kneels patiently awaiting your verdict, excited titters ripple through the room. Many femboys fan themselves rapidly, envying the boldness displayed by both Khonsu and Lucius. After several moments, the watching crowd parts to reveal a shy, delicate-featured youth clutching nervously at the flowing sleeves of his chiton. Large dark eyes darting about, he timidly approaches your seat.*

"D-dominus," *the Grecian boy stammers,* "F-forgive my boldness, but if you would permit...I wish to offer myself to your service." *He ducks his head, blushing fiercely as excited murmurs greet this surprise addition to your prospective pleasure retinue...*

*As you declare your wish to have three of the exotic beauties accompany you for a private soiree, excited gasps ripple through the gathered puéri. The ones you called out by nationality exchange eager glances, biting their lips in unconcealed excitement.*

*The willowy Egyptian dancer, Khonsu, is the first to eagerly hurry over, practically throwing himself at your feet.* "Oh please, please Dominus! Allow this humble Khonsu the honor of attending you," *he implores, gazing up at you with dark, kohl-rimmed eyes full of promise. As he rises gracefully, the gossamer fabrics draped over his lithe dancer's physique leave little to the imagination.*

*From across the room, the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius watches this display through hooded eyes, idly swirling a goblet of wine. After a moment he too uncoils from his lounge, movements smooth and catlike as he approaches. The smirk playing about his lips makes it clear he fully expects to be chosen for your private party. Pausing before you, he trails a single fingertip along your forearm lightly.*

"Well now...shall we adjourn somewhere more intimate, Dominus?" *He asks throatily, the words practically a purr. His sharp green eyes flick over Khonsu dismissively before focusing expectantly back on you.*

*The watching crowd holds a collective breath, awaiting your choice for the third and final attendant...*

*As you make your proclamation, inviting three pueri delicati to share your bedchambers for the night, excited gasps and titters echo around the triclinium. A dozen femboys immediately step forward, gazing up at you with unconcealed desire as they volunteer eagerly. You spot the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius among them, one hand brazenly trailing down his own thigh as he catches your eye, clearly hoping to be selected.*

*Beside Lucius stands the petite Egyptian dancer Khonsu, swaying his slender hips invitingly as he tosses back waves of inky hair. His dark eyes seem to smolder as he gazes your way. "Oh please Dominus, allow this humble dancer to show you the talents of my people more... intimately," he purrs.*

*You also notice the shy Nubian poet from earlier has nervously joined the ranks of volunteers. He fiddles with the hem of his robe, blushing fiercely under your imposing gaze yet resolutely standing his ground.* "I-if it would please Dominus, I wish to offer myself freely..." *he murmurs, gaze downcast yet stance determined.*

*As you survey the group, excited whispers ripple around the room. Other pueri pout jealously or sigh longingly at not being chosen. Aurelius steps up beside you, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he surveys the lusty display.*

"It seems you are faced with an enviable abundance of options, Dominus," he remarks with a musical laugh. "I trust any three will prove themselves... uniquely satisfactory." *He gives you a knowing smile, awaiting your selection...*

*Your proclamation is met with excited gasps and titters from the assembled crowd. Several of the pueri delicati from your named regions perk up with interest, exchanging eager glances.*

*The petite Egyptian dancer Khonsu is the first to step forward, eyes glimmering behind thick lashes. He approaches with serpentine grace, each bare foot seeming to caress the cool tiles. Stopping before you, he sinks into a deep, fluid bow that causes his slender back to arch beautifully before straightening with feline poise.*

"It would be my deepest honor to attend you this night, great Pharaoh," *he purrs, the lilting accent of his native tongue flavoring the words. Behind him, excited whispers arise from the watching crowd.*

"Oh my, he addressed Dominus as Pharaoh! How exotic~" *giggles a willowy blonde.*

"I may swoon! Such a alluring little creature," *his companion sighs.*

*From nearby, the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius watches this exchange with narrowed eyes, idly stroking the engraved golden torque encircling his slender throat. As Khonsu steps aside after his brazen volunteer, Lucius pushes away from his column with catlike grace, approaching to stand before you. The lamplight plays across his pale features as he offers you a subtle smirk, vivid green eyes flashing.*

"Well now...it seems only fitting that a son of proud Gaul also attend you this night, no Dominus?" *He asks, tone silken yet edged with challenge. Crimson curls tumble rebelliously over one shoulder, partially obscuring the elegant spiral blue tattoos adorning his chest. The watching crowd erupts into excited murmurs at this second alluring prospect...*

*At your bold invitation, excited gasps and whispers ripple through the gathered pueri delicati. Many glance around eagerly to see who among them will be so honored as to share the imperial bed this night.*

*The petite Egyptian dancer Khonsu is the first to react. With a delighted gasp, he leaps nimbly from the performance area and rushes over to your side, gossamer silks swirling about his lithe frame. Dipping into an elegant bow, he gazes up at you with unconcealed longing, full lips parted.*

“Oh please Dominus, allow this humble dancer the privilege of attending you!” *He pleads fervently, the kohl around his dark eyes smudged alluringly from his earlier sensual routine. Reaching out, he daringly runs a jeweled hand along your forearm.* “I swear you shall not regret choosing me for your pleasures tonight...” *he purrs.*

*Not to be outdone, the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius rises languidly from his couch, emerald eyes flashing. Shedding his own diaphanous robes in one smooth motion to bare an expanse of creamy skin and pert nipples, he prowls over to stand boldly at your other side. Trailing nails lightly down your chest, he fixes you with a smoldering look.*

“Surely two wild souls from the North would complement each other well beneath the furs, no Dominus?” *He murmurs throatily, northern lilt caressing each syllable. His fingertips continue their maddening descent, toying with the silk ties of your robe.*

*As the two exotic beauties blatantly vie for your attention, hushed excitement ripples through the watching crowd. Bites lips and reddened cheeks abound - it seems many would eagerly take the place of either brazen femboy in your bed...*

*Your proposition elicits excited gasps and titters from around the opulent chamber. Several pueri delicati flush scarlet or bite their lips alluringly. A few bolder youths immediately rise from their lounges, gazing at you with unconcealed desire as they await your selection.*

*The tall, fiery-haired Gaul Lucius is among the first to step forward, a playful smirk dancing about his lips. Stopping before you, he draws himself up proudly and declares:* "As a son of conquered Gallia, I would be deeply *honored* to attend you this night...Dominus~" *His voice dips low on the last word, green eyes glinting teasingly.*

*From beside a nearby column, the kohl-eyed Egyptian dancer Khonsu sashays forward, gossamer silks swirling about his lithe frame. Halting a respectful distance away, he sinks into a graceful bow, the golden bangles encircling his wrists chiming softly. Straightening slowly, his plush lips curve into an alluring smile.*

"If it would please Dominus...this humble servant would most *eagerly* offer his talents in your chambers," *he purrs, the throaty inflection leaving no doubt of his meaning. As he locks eyes with you, a pink tongue darts out to trace along his full lower lip.*

*Rising shyly from amongst the gathered spectators, a slender youth with nut-brown skin and large dark eyes approaches as well. He wears a simple white kalasiris cinched at the waist with a cord, and gold bands encircle both biceps. Stopping a few paces away, he ducks his head demurely before murmuring in soft, lilting Greek:*

"Great Imperator, though I hail not from lands you've conquered, if permitted...I would feel deeply honored to attend you." *As he glances up at you from beneath long lashes, a pretty blush stains his cheeks.*

*Around the three volunteers, excited whispers ripple through the watching crowd as they await your decision on who will accompany you...*

*The gathered pueri delicati gasp excitedly at your proclamation, looking amongst themselves with barely restrained glee. Several of the Persian and Greek youths pout disappointedly, but still gaze at you with unconcealed longing as potential candidates are summoned.*

*After a moment, the cute freckled redhead named Lucius steps forward, an impish grin lighting up his delicate features. The sheer silks draped around his lithe frame do little to hide his growing arousal at being one of the chosen. He bites his full lower lip coyly as he approaches, green eyes glinting.*

"It would be my deepest honor, Dominus~" *he purrs, stopping just before you. His fingers reach out to delicately trace down your muscular arm in a feather-light caress.*

*On the other side of the room, the sultry Egyptian dancer Khonsu disentangles himself from the group of musicians with serpentine grace. Sashaying through the tables, he tosses his long ebony hair over one shoulder and holds your gaze boldly. Halting next to Lucius, he sinks into a graceful bow, lips curving.*

"I eagerly await the attentions of great Imperator in private surrounds," *he says throatily, kohl-lined eyes flashing as he straightens.*

*For a moment, no other femboys step forward to claim the third spot. Then, a shy voice pipes up:* "P-please Dominus...allow me the honor as well..."

*A slender, delicate-featured Nubian boy rises hesitantly from among the reclining forms, hugging himself with nervous arms. He approaches slowly, caramel skin gleaming in the torchlight. Though he keeps his gaze demurely lowered, his posture subtly arches to display the alluring curve of his back and plump rear. Stopping beside the other two chosen companions, he sinks into a humble bow. As he straightens, the shy youth steals a glance at you from beneath thick lashes, hope and desire mingling on his pretty features.*

*At your bold declaration inviting the pueri of three key territories to share your imperial chambers this night, excited cries erupt around the triclinium. Many of the femboys gasp sharply or exchange delighted whispers behind painted fans. Several stand on their tiptoes, necks craning eagerly for a better view of who may answer this tantalizing summons.*

*From among the scores of lovelies, three distinct figures gradually emerge - the fiery-haired Gaul Lucius, kohl-eyed Egyptian dancer Khonsu, and an elegant, sharp-featured youth wearing a flowing silk headwrap marked with Persian tribal symbols. As the trio approaches, awed murmurs ripple through the crowd.*

*"Oh my, Lucius actually stepped forward!" Titters an excited attendant. "He is normally quite prideful and aloof."*

*"And Khonsu! After that smoldering dance routine, I am not surprised," his companion sighs enviously.*

*The three chosen pueri come to stand before you, dipping into graceful bows. Straightening slowly, they raise seductive gazes to meet your eyes. Lucius toys idly with the ties on his sheer robe as he awaits your next words, a subtle smirk playing about his lips...*

*As your invitation to join you in your private chambers echoes through the opulent hall, an excited hush falls over the gathered pueri delicati. For several heartbeats, no one dares to move, each femboy's gaze darting nervously to gauge potential competition. Then, with a flurry of diaphanous silk, three figures rise gracefully from their lounges - the alluring Egyptian dancer Khonsu, an elegant youth with distinctly Gaulish features you recognize as Lucius, and a petite Persian boy named Darius.*

*Khonsu is the first to sashay forward, desire smoldering in his kohl-lined eyes. Halting before you, he sinks into a deep, graceful bow, the golden bangles adorning his wrists and ankles chiming musically. "It would be my deepest honor to attend you, great Imperator~" he purrs, straightening with a coy smile. Behind him, Lucius approaches to stand hip-cocked arrogantly, having shed his robes to reveal an intricately embroidered loincloth hanging precariously low on his angular hips.*

*"Surely none are better suited to...serve you this night, Dominus," the redhead declares haughtily, casting a disparaging glance at the other prospects. With a seductive smirk, Lucius then turns and makes his way leisurely toward the bedchambers, clearly expecting you to follow.*

*Before you have a chance to respond, the petite Persian Darius darts forward to catch at your wrist pleadingly. "Oh please Master! I-I wish to be chosen as well!" He gazes up at you with large, dark eyes shimmering with hope...and no small amount of desire. "I promise complete obedience in fulfilling your every whim!"*

*Around you, excited titters echo from the watching crowd. Other eager pueri rise partially from their lounges, clearly hoping you might take pity and add them to your entourage for the night. Aurelius looks on with an indulgent yet approving smile, gesturing for you to proceed as you see fit...*


John

*I nod towards the three volunteers.* It pleases me to see such eagerness, please join me in my chamers in a few moments time, I will go ahead and prepare accordingly.
*I stand up, taking my goblet and offering a small toast once more before leaving, heading for the chambers Aurelius previously showed me.*
*(Describe the chatter in the triclinium after I have left.)*