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Codes: mM, MM, MMMF, oral, anal
Date: 67 AD


So, there we went... the gladiators from Xandros, to assist in the festivities of the Festival of Faunus at the mansion of Creolexus.
Not even in training for one year, even I was required to go this time. So much in demand were the services from Xandros' men.
Of course, I would not participate in the orgy itself, but only assist the real gladiators like Nexus, Lorcus and Titus Major. And of course, not to forget Canelius the Egyptian. His activities in the arena where as much appreciated (and profitable) as the services he provided between the soft linen sheets of members from the local aristocracy.

In fact this was the first time that I would be away from the house for longer than a half day, since the moment I placed myself under Xandros' tutorship.
The travels to Capua had been boring and general uneventful.
Only pleasantly interrupted by a some nightly adventures with a few inn-keepers daughters, who were quite happy to spread their legs and open their mouth for the future marble merchant that I was expecting to become. After all, that was Xandros' trade when he and father last met, so why would it be different now? And all the magnificent cities of the Empire needed their marble to decorate each major building with statues. Yes... marble is where the profits are made.
But these expectations were swiftly and thoroughly shattered to pieces as I reached the residence of Xandros. At the designated location, the warehouse did not bore the expected sign anymore. My inquiries were answered with snickering responses and I was sent to the new location of Xandros.
The first hint that something might be amiss, were the shouts, grunt and screams combined with the rhythmic thud-thud of wood hitting wood.
However, this could still be the marble cutters at work and some crates for transport being constructed.
The second hint, much more worrisome, was the sign that said: "Xandros School of Gladiators".
Unfortunately, with the long travels behind me, without any possibility of returning and with almost all of the money that my father gave me now gone, I had no other choice but to enter this place and present myself (and the predicament of my family) to Xandros.

When I stood before him in the antechamber he looked just the way I remembered him... a big bulky man, with black curly hair, brown twinkling eyes, thick fleshy lips and that typical straight sleek Greek nose that so many of his people have.
At first he did not seem to be happy about seeing me, but as he read the letter that I gave to him, his smile broke out and accompanied the more and more intense shine in his eyes.
When finished reading, he looked at me from head to toe, and said: "Julius, let me get this straight... your father is placing you under my custody, without any limits and without any expected payment? And you'll be only be able to leave once you reach your twentieth year, right? What age are you now?"
"Seventeen, Sir."
"Do you have any problems that I should know of? Drinking habits? Long lasting injuries? Illnesses?"
"None that I know of, Sir."
Looking at me intense once more, he then asked: "And what do you think of this?"
Aha... the all important question... by now I had gathered that if Xandros was going to accept the offer my father made him, I would most likely become one of the gladiator students (which meant practicing with them, but for the rest being their servants as well), with possibly becoming a real gladiator in a few years time. The alternative was... well, nothing... No place to sleep, no money, no food. If I left I could be expected to picked up as a drifter within a few days and end up in the mines pretty soon. Not really the side of the marble trade that I envisioned...
Right now the best I could hope for was maybe a little better treatment due to the earlier business ties between Xandros and my father.
"My own poor judgment has brought our family and myself in this situation. It is better that more wiser and experienced men guide me to keep me out of trouble."
He smiled: "Oh, don't worry Julius, there will be enough trouble here. Make no mistake about that. But, your mistakes and punishment will be empty from political scheming. Life in the school is quite simple for the gladiators and those who wish or need to become one."
"Now, get out of your clothes let me decide on your training program."
I removed my tunica and sandals and stood before Xandros dressed in just my loin cloth.
"All of it, Julius, every part of your body is important as it belongs to the school now!"
Off came the loin cloth and completely naked I stood before the Greek.
"Hmmm... maybe a bit slender, but we'll work on that..."
"Bones look ok... now stretch... feet wide apart and arms horizontal to the left and right!"
Doing as I was ordered, I felt the cool evening air caress the now opened, sweaty crack between my ass and my free hanging phallus and scrotum.
"Hmmm... nimbleness and balance ok too... That cock should grow a bit but that will not be a problem for what I have in mind."
My puzzled look made him explain: "You will be either one of the Velites, the rope-lancers, or become a Dimachaerus, with the double swords. Both need extreme nimbleness and cannot be hindered by a massive cock or heavy balls. My final choice will depend on how your torso develops once you start exercising."
He was now standing close behind me and his right hand found its way between the cleft of my ass. His left arm hugged my chest and pulled me back, even closer to him. Looking down over my shoulder, he now was able to see my cock react to the tickling that he administered to my anus.
Even after the tiring traveling, I responded like any seventeen year old boy. My cock got hard and I pressed my ass ever so lightly back against his probing fingers.
"Hmmm... yes, you would probably make a fine Veles. That lance looks straight and powerful... But I will test its full capacity some other time. Now go to join the rest of the students and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be upon us soon enough and you will need the rest!"
With something resembling regret I felt the big man remove his fingers from my now sensitive sphincter. Until then another man had never touched me there or excited me so expertly that I had gotten an erection. In the visits to the brothels I had shared the occasional prostitute with another man. Sometimes the man made moved on me as well, but it never excited me. This time however it was different.
With a sighs of relief (and some regret) I now finally lowered my arms, and as all students (after the apparent Greek custom) were naked as long as they were inside the school, I had to leave everything but the sandals and made my way to the sleeping quarters.

Xandros's earlier words 'life is simple' became the core of my existence for the next period. Xandros, as combined dominus and dottore of the school, placed me in the sleeping quarters deep down in the basement with the rest of the students. Quite different from my own bedroom at home. Simple wooden bed, with straw instead of a mattress. No pillows and blankets. Not that we needed the blankets anyway, since the combined bodyheat from the half dozen students made it warm enough.
The gladiators themselves slept one level up. Most of them again in a central room, and only a select few having a room of their own.

The daily schedule of the students was indeed simple.
Wake up before the gladiators and start pumping up water into the reservoir for the day.
As the men washed, some of us had to clean up the internal latrines in the rooms and move the shit to the outdoor one.
The others kept pumping the water to keep the central reservoir from becoming empty.
Once the men finished breakfast and started their daily training routine, the students got to wash up and eat (if there was anything left). Which seemed logical in a weird sort of way, once one of the other students explained it to me. The gladiators were the ones that generated the income for the School. The students only were overhead. Of course, a gladiator could have done the tasks we did, but then he could not train and tune his skills further to provide more income.
That being said, I can only remember five or six times that the students did not have any food for a complete day and even one of those was punishment for some gross stupidity from one of us.

After breakfast four of us were assigned to the treadmill that drove several mechanical training devices.
From the tales floating around I eventually gathered that Xandros was the only one who used these devices. For us, the students, it was a mindless and tedious job to keep the treadmill up to speed. But it did strengthen the legs and shoulders very much. The remaining students were kept around the training ground to assist the gladiators when and where needed.
And, if one of the boys on the treadmill was exhausted, he was replaced by one of them. Thanks to the long trip to Capua my stamina was good enough to keep up with the other students and I only felt the whip of Xandros on my back a few times when he noticed I was slacking off.
Like Xandros said, 'Life is simple'... do what you were told and you would survive. Try to cut corners and punishment would follow.

My first weeks were spend mainly on that treadmill, because even as my stamina was sufficient, my body had simply not enough strength yet to do anything but the simplest tasks for the men who were training.
But even from the treadmill I could see them battle each other or work the wooden equipment. And even from there I was impressed... The smell of male sweat, the deep throaty grunts, the cries when a hit was scored and the opponent landed helpless on his back or took a blow to his chest, arm or leg.
All this preparation for the slim chance on eternal glory in the arena.

But more about this on another occasion. Now we were in the carriage on our way to Creolexus where one of the main activities for the Lupercalia, or festival of Faunus, was being staged.
This being one of the major festivals, even the students were needed.
Our carriage was only the fifth behind the parade of the Luperci who struck back and forth among the spectators with their belts made of goat skin.
It was believed that the any naked body part being hit would suffer no diseases the next year and would bring the owner pleasure, joy and general good fortune. So, looking around from the elevated platform of the carriage, we could see men trying to get hit on their arms, chest and even the occasional cock (probably trying to sire some sons) and the same with the women (of course, tits being exposed for future milk production and the cunt to improve fertility). Not really sure if a full hit of a goatskin belt on your cock and balls or cunt actually improved the fertility, but they seemed to think so.
Once the Luperci had circled and blessed all of Capua and returned to their temple, the carriages fanned out to the various mansions of the local nobility where the more carnal aspects of the festivities would be attended to. Obviously, the common people also celebrated, but they could not afford the gladiators or other artists of equal stature to perform. They moved into the tavern, bathhouses and brothels to eat, drink and fuck everyone they could get their cock in and mouth, ass or cunt around (as Xandros put it so eloquently).
In other words, exactly the same as what happened Creolexus' place.
My task for the evening (or as long as the bacchanal would last) was to assist Canelius the Egyptian in any way he or one of the guests required.
The other students were assigned to the remaining great gladiators like Nexus, and Lorcus. From later talks with them it appears the activities, of them and the gladiator they were assigned to, did not differ significantly from mine.

Canelius, with his slim but powerful physique, was dressed in nothing but his subligaculum and earlier that day I oiled his massive torso, strong legs, arms and the remainder of his muscular body with scented oils from his own country.
Being from Egypt, his light brown skin shone seductively in the flames of the just lit torches.
The evening would begin with a wrestling match between two students, continued with two mock matches between beginning gladiators and finally a match between Canelius and Titus Major.
As usual (as I was being told before the event, so I knew what to expect), the winner would be taken to one of the bedroom with one ore more of the important guests, while the looser usual being 'condemned' to the servants quarters. Not really that bad as it sounds, because there would be plenty of food, wine and horny women and men as well...
Since I was not considered experienced enough to even participate in the student match, my task was only to take care of Canelius until the moment he or one of the guests of the party decided otherwise.

After the first round of food and drinks, the lyras stopped playing and the first match of the evening started. In honor of Faunus, both young men from another gladiator school, about 1 or 2 years my seniors, were dressed in small rough goatskin loin clothes. During other festivities these private fights were generally performed naked, but not so today.
Not that it mattered that much, because as the blond and brown haired wrestlers concentrated circled each other to get a favorable position, the bottom of their asses and their free swinging balls and cock were easy to spot. And after the first series of grappling and groping, both loin cloths came undone. Neither young man let it bother him, because they were both intend on winning this match. In the end, the brown haired guy got his opponent in a final grip that his opponent could not break loose from. Slowly but surely the blond guy was bent over further and further until it seemed as if his spine would snap backwards. The painful grin on his face belied the exposing, erotic pose he was in. Down on his belly, he was curved upwards and backwards as his foe stretched him higher and higher. His semi-erect cock (later during the gladiator training I learned that be dominated can be a powerful aphrodisiac) pulsed, but due to the pain in his shoulders it never got completely stiff.
In the end he signaled his defeat and the match ended. They thanked each other and the audience and went to get some refreshments. As expected, the brown haired guy received most of the congratulations and attention, but it seemed that the blond man got his share as well. I could not watch too long, because Canelius indicated he wanted some more wine, so I got a fresh cup for him.
When I returned, the musicians were playing on there lyras and flutes again. The two initial wrestlers were nowhere to be seen anymore. One of the other guests waved at me to bring him some wine as well. When I brought him his cup, he introduced himself as Marcus Cornus and asked what I thought about the fight. While keeping half an eye on Canelius, to see if he needed my services, I told the man that both were fine men who did Faunus and their school honor with their performance. he then continued with asking what school I belonged to. When he found out that is was the one from Xandros, his eyes lit up and told me that he would be pleased to see me again later that evening, after the fights. Even during my short period at Xandros' school I already realized that the gladiators were renowned for more then just their fighting skills... so his lecherous grin did not come as a surprise. I told him that I would be honored to service him later. By then Canelius beckoned me, so I had to excuse myself.
The gladiator wanted me to massage his shoulders before his fight would start. During my conversation the second fight of the evening already started, so it was not that long before Canelius and Titus Major would get on stage. And Canelius always needed his shoulders loosened up before a fight.
The second fight was a stick fight where each contestant held a wooden staff. With a length of about three quarters of a grown man and the thickness of a wrist, it was not a deadly weapon, but in the hands of a skilled user quite capable of inflicting sever pain. This time a dark haired, stocky compact man from Britannia was pitted against a dark brown, bald slave who (as I heard later) had recently arrived from Numidia. Again both were dressed in only a goatskin loincloth. The Numidian almost dwarfed the Britannian. However in fighting skills it was the other way around. Blow after painful blow rained down on the Numidian and even beneath his dark skin on could see the red welt appear. But, despite the severe beating he received, he managed to land the occasional counter hit on the hairy Britanians body.
As the fight progressed one could easily see the strength and determination of the bald giant fade away. Then it was suddenly all over as the Britannians stick hit the inside of the Numidians left knee. With a loud crack something broke and it wasn't the stick... With a scream the dark man dropped his stick, grabbed his damaged knee and buckled to the ground.
Both fighters were escorted off the makeshift 'arena', the Britannian was shown the way to the guest quarters were for sure his own stick would get an intensive treatment, while the Numidian was simply dragged away to the servants area. Since one of the cooks also doubled as a makeshift physician, that was not bad place to go after all.
"Good fight" Canelius commented and he shrugged his loosened shoulder muscles to indicate I could stop.
This time there was no musical interlude and the third fight of this evening followed soon after the 'arena' was empty.
Two local fighters entered and again it was a wrestling match. Both of them were oiled up and in the flickering light of the lamps their muscled torsos looked massive. However, the loincloths had been replaced by only a wide belt of goatskin. Both men stood already proud and erect. Given this fight was particularly in honor of Faunus, during their wrestling match, they had to make sure that their cocks stayed erect. Not really easy when you also have to fend of attacks of your opponent. If the spectators considered either erection failing, they could voice their opinion and the referee would breaks the fight to inspect. And to make matters even more complex, spilling your seed on the floor also meant loosing the match and additional punishment.
After the traditional greeting of the raised fight, they started. As usual both fighters tried to score an early victory, before they had to spend time and effort in maintaining their stiff phallus. A cheer went through the spectators as their oiled bodies slammed together and the slippery game of outwitting ones opponent began.
Such force, such determination. In such close contact fighting, their cocks made firm and numerous times contact with a hip, abdomen or thigh, providing enough friction and stimulation to keep them stiff. Just by looking at their well-trained bodies and remembering the recent evenings with Xandros and a few days later Canelius, my own cock responded to the visual spectacle in front of me. Slowly I got hard by just watching those two handsome men wrestling.
As I stared intent at the match, Canelius nudged me and said: "Civilian Cornus wants you. Go and make him happy, I am sure he saw you get excited from all of this... I'll manage alone from here."
As usual Canelius was right... Marcus had seen my tunic rise as I got excited from watching the now totally naked men, as their minimal goat skin belt got ripped to shreds in the first phase of the fight.
"You needed me, Master Cornus?"
"Yes, my young gladiator-student, I waved already two times."
"My apologies for letting you wait... I was distracted by the fight..."
"Indeed... it is quite the spectacle... Just look at the fit bodies and hard cocks rub against one another... marvelous!"
And as I nodded my agreement, he continued: "What again was your specialty? Xandros spoke to me about you joining the Velites..."
The small pot-bellied man was correct. Only a few days ago, when Xandros had me bouncing up and down his stiff shaft, he informed me about my future career.
His decision (and the thick veined cock shoving up and down my sensitive rectum) made me cum almost at once and my full load sprayed over Xandros' belly and chest. Of course, had his decision been otherwise, I would have cum just as hard. Important was that my training would commence shortly and that the odd jobs that I had been doing from day to day would end soon. But that was then and this was now...
Now being close to Marcus Cornus who casually, but very noticeably to me, had slid his hand under my tunic and placed it on the left cheek of my ass and together we walked to a more secluded part of the villa.
"Come on, my dear boy," he said, and squeezed gently in my ass, "speak up, I won't bite... unless you would like that..."
As he laughed about his own joke, I told him that he was correct, that I was most pleased with Xandros' decision of training me to become a Veles and that it never was a bad thing for a man how to hold and thrust a spear...
Marcus countered with "So true, Julius. And I am certain you will handle any 'spear' with confidence."
Together with another more firmer squeeze in my ass, his intonation at the word 'spear', filled with innuendo, made his intentions clear as the water from the lake of Patria.
Not that I would mind satisfying his intentions... the man looked fit and able, despite his expanding belly. But this is the burden of most citizens that have no active life filled with training, patrolling or actual fighting (being it in an arena or on a battlefield). But, his short cropped hair and well build face made him in fact quite attractive, and even that little bit of extra fat and flesh on his limbs and torso gave him a kind of softness that was only belied by the intense glistening of his eyes. Despite this soft appearance, this was a man to take heed off.... 
"How about your spear, Master Cornus, does..."
"Please, call me Marcus for now, it makes the conversation so much easier and it is just the two of us after all."
"I will try, Ma... Marcus."
"And, yes, Julius, my spear could use some attention. Those two fighters with their wrestling started the fire, but only a Veles can truly work my spear to the end."
Marcus now sat on a bench, pulled up his tunic and told me to get between his legs. Pushing his tunic even further upwards I was greeted by a short and thick cock. Not fully hard yet, it hung down in front of a small scrotum. In honor of Faunus, Marcus had removed his pubic hair. Spreading his legs wider, I rubbed and kissed my way up along the inside of his thighs.
With small jerks his cock began to grow. Now, while it would never become a 'spear' as even my own was already longer, due to its thickness it did make a well shaped 'club'...
Moving closer I took the top of his shaft between my lips. Both my hands closed around his scrotum and gently massaged the sensitive pouch and base of his club.
When my thumbs pressed the perineum, Marcus moaned and shoved his engorged cock deeper inside my wide open mouth. Even while my face was now pressed against his belly, the size of his cock left enough room to maneuver with my tongue around the shaft itself.
Licking his penis all over its ribbed shaft made Marcus moan out even louder. And with the added sensation in his scrotum and balls it did not take him long to blast his load in my mouth. When the shot of his hot male juice subsided, I kept on licking and sucking his cock. Swirling the mixture of spit and semen around his sensitive glans, it took some time before he became flaccid again. Only then I removed myself from his manhood and swallowed the mixed fluids.
Marcus was completely spend and while recovered on his bench, I managed to hear Canelius win his fight with Titus Major. As usual I might add.
In a few moments he would be given his reward... Most likely a fuck or two with the wife of Creolexus or perhaps his daughter. All of it viewed and encouraged by a selected group guests, who would join the activities once the Canelius filled the first woman with his semen. Everything to celebrate Faunus.

Thinking about the well muscled Egyptian sliding his snakelike cock deep inside the cunt from one of those high class women, made my own 'spear' rise again. After the initial surge when Marcus took be to the room, it had withered once I was on my knees between the bulky mans legs and started sucking his short and thick cock.
Knowing better than to start touching myself on my own, I waited until Marcus had recovered and would decide what to do next.
The cheers and shouts from the crowd in the background woke him out of his revery and he noticed me (and the bulge beneath by tunic) again.
"Ah, my lovely one. That was good and it shows you can handle the spear of a man just fine with your hands and mouth. But.. what about your arse? Are you as skilled there too?"
With a rotating motion of his hand he indicated that I should position myself on all fours.
"Mmm... now that is a hot young ass!" Marcus whispered when he crouched behind me. His hands spread my asscheeks apart and the next thing I noticed was his tongue licking my sphincter. By Faunus, that felt good! His thick and supple tongue applied plenty of spit and soon I felt myself opening up. After only a few thrusts somewhat deeper inside my sensitive rectum he pulled back. Looking over my shoulder I saw that his 'club' was ready for action again.
He now placed the top of his cock at my sphincter and I felt him pressing down to open me up further. But even with the spit and the work of his tongue, I was still too small for his wide cock.
"Pretend you have to take a shit, Julius. Then you will open up more."
And as I did as he instructed a searing pain shot through my ass when Marcus penetrated me with one powerful stroke...
Festival of Faunus or not, but next time a guy this thick had to use more time to loosen me up!
Breathing heavily I tried to endure the pain and relax my overstretched ass-muscle.
At least Marcus had the sense to stay put when he had bottomed out (not that he went in that far), but it still felt as if a thick fist had been jammed up my ass three fingers deep. While regaining my breath, the pain did become less and less. Probably also helped by Marcus, who, leaning to the right a bit, had managed to reach my cock with his right hand and was now slowly masturbating me.
"See, my tight one, I told you it would work..."
Work it did for sure... I could feel every pulse of Marcus' cock as he was buried all the way inside me. Or maybe it was the rhythmic moving of his hand around my cock... Soon my breathing turned into moaning and for Marcus that was his signal to start riding my ass. His hand left my cock. He now gripped my waist with both his hands and pumped his cock rapidly in and out my stretched ass. Every time his cock slammed into me, my own cock surged upwards and slapped against my abdomen. This strange sensation of pleasure and pain mixed in both my ass and cock made that I simply stayed put on hand and knees and let the short bulky man fuck me in the ass me until he came with deep long spurts of hot semen. His low masculine grunts that accompanied the last series of thrusts as he emptied his balls gave me a happy and satisfied feeling. I had been able to endure the relentless pounding he had given my sphincter and had made no embarrassment of myself. Xandros could be proud!
Again Marcus needed quite some time before his cock deflated and even I felt every vein as he pulled himself out of my ass.
My own cock was still hard as a gladius and the smallest stimulation would for sure make me cum and spill my seed. But I knew better then to relieve myself.
Marcus would for sure have his own ideas about if, when and how I was about to cum. During the Festival of Faunus old and wise always guided young and foolish.
Besides, Xandros had rather pressingly told all the students that we were to obey and not display any own initiative, unless directly told to do so by our betters (which would basically mean anyone of the guests and probably even most of the staff as well).
And a case of painful balls (if Marcus decided I was not to cum) was certainly to prefer to a beating by Xandros if he ever found out.
When he had pulled out, Marcus sat on the bench again and simply looked at me.
"Boy, you look so pretty. If Xandros even decides to put you up for sale, I might consider buying you as a personal bodyguard."
Since my fate was in Xandros' hands anyway and Marcus did not ask a direct question, I did not speak and kept on catching my breath.
"Pretty and smart... not wasting effort with answering and thereby loosing recuperation time... I like you better and better." And looking straight at my cock he continued: "By Faunus, that spear of you is quivering as if it just landed in a barbarian shield after being thrown at full force. Get up, walk around a bit, so the tension goes away and then sit next to me."
I got up and walked around the room for a while, being aware that Marcus obviously followed every move and enjoyed looking at every part of my body. But even with that knowledge, eventually my 'spear' lost its stiffness and hung down relaxed. Just like my balls lowered themselves as well, back down into my sac.
"There you go... all relaxed again. Let me see your backside. And spread your ass now. OK.. that hole is closing up fine already. In a few days you'll be as tight as before."
Sitting next to him, we spoke some time about my training at the school and about some local affairs.

Suddenly another couple stumbled into the room. The man was maybe 5 or 6 years older than I and dressed only in sandals. He was lean, almost skinny. And that included his cock as well. Almost the opposite of Marcus' club, this phallus was more than twice as long, twice as thin and his sac and balls were almost non existent. Also shaved, but not totally. A small tuft of hair was present on his abdomen at the base of his erect and somewhat curved cock. Later I learned that this tuft meant he was (the son of) an aristocrat. Only they were allowed to spare some pubic hair. After all, if every one is naked, how can one differentiate one selves...?
The woman was much older than him, with tits the size over overripe melons and a big, wide open and already well used, shaven gash between her legs. From the looks of her torn and disheveled clothing she was most likely one of the servants.
The man look surprised and stuttered drunkenly: "Sorry, we thought this room was unused and we..."
As his excuse ended in thin air, the older woman tried to save some decorum and pulled up the rags that had once been clothing. But she did not really succeed in hiding her two massive tits.
I totally understood why this young aristocrat had taken her from her serving duties to serving him. In a normal situation, the age and class difference would have been too huge to even consider this. But now, during the Festival of Faunus, normal protocol, especially after the wine and mead had flown heavily, was as far away as tomorrow morning... But now, emboldened by the spirit of Faunus, she had accepted his invitation with pleasure.
But Marcus invited them in anyway: "Please enter, enjoy yourselves as you had planned. Faunus likes to throw a surprise every now and then."
Looking at his own and my cock, he added: "I am sure that all 4 of us together can make this an enjoyable experience..."

And this was how the aristocrat ended up on his back, while he fucked the plumb ass of the big breasted servant, as she leaned back and offered her mouth to Marcus. He fucked her mouth just like he fucked mine earlier that evening. And I... I fucked the wide and dripping cunt from the woman, while my hands gripped her massive tits and squeezed her nipples until her moans provided additional pleasure for Marcus.
Luckily the loose cunt made me cum not too soon. First the young man shot his load and that triggered my own orgasm. As I gave the last firm thrusts on her pubic bone, the woman started shaking and came as well.
The contractions of her body were spectacular, Her tits shook like haystacks in an autumn storm and even my cock was gripped firm as she continued to ride her orgasm.
In the end even Marcus managed a third orgasm as he kept on fucking the woman's mouth. By then I had already pulled out of her, to ease the pressure on the man below her somewhat, although I would have liked to fuck that pussy (and played with those tits) some more.
Eventually the other three disentangled themselves and we all left the room. The man and his woman went one way, Marcus and I went back to the central room.
From another distant room we heard shouts of encouragements for Canelius to 'fuck her hard, fuck her deep'... Given the rhythm of the chant, he was just about doing that!
Marcus told me he had to leave and visit some other parties. That left me downing some wine to fight the thirst and fatigue caused by the earlier fucking.
Since I already experienced first hand (or rather, cock) the hard and deep fucking from Canelius, I wandered to another part of the estate.
The first room had 4 couples, each taking up a couch and all so busy they did not (want to?) see me. Anyway, not having anyone commanding me at the moment, I was rather free to to as I wanted, so I admired the flexing ass muscles from the men as they fucked the women beneath them. Just as I admired the bouncing of the small and big tits of the women as they rode the cocks of the men beneath them with their cunts or assholes.
Another room, other people... two men sucking each other and two men being masturbated by one of the female guests (I remembered her red hair from earlier). Apparently she was from noble birth, as she too had a small patch of pubic hair left above her engorged and thick lipped vagina. As she saw me walking through the room, she had me lick her wet cunt for a few minutes while she continued to jerk the two men. I did not make her cum, but she leaked a lot of sperm and other juice as I cleaned her fuckchannel.

When I moved on and entered yet another room, or maybe better a passage way, I sort of bumped into a young boy of 11 or 12. Or rather, he almost bumped into my cock and balls...
Just like me, he was naked and just like me, his cock and balls had no hair... although for him is was for sure due to his age and not due to the shaving knife and tweezers.
Catching him as he tried to slide past me, I lifted him up: "So... what do we have here? Something small and sweet that Faunus put on my way..."
He looked quizzically at me and asked: "Are you going to fuck me?"
"That depends, my little one... I assume you are not running around naked during the Festival of Faunus without a reason... and most often that reason is do to some fucking..."
"Well, I was looking for Alterius, my cousin, because he promised to have fun with me this night, but he is probably sliding his thick cock in the cunt of my sister!"
Nothing like a little sibling rivalry to arouse a little boy...
"I am sure that your ass will be just as able to take my cock... even if I am not as thick as Alterius..."
"How do you know that Alt..." and he stopped, realizing what he just had implicated.
"Come, just lean against the wall with your hands and spread your legs. Yes, that's it!"
Rubbing my fingers through his boyish asscrack, I fingered his puckered anus and felt its resistance as I probed it.
"Nnngg..." the boy moaned. "Maybe take some olive oil, that's what Alterius does too."
"Real men don't use oil."
But the next swipe of my hand was one with some spit. No need to cause the boy too much discomfort. Although as his age and his obvious experience with Alterius' cock, he'd recover pretty soon anyway,
First one phalanx and then the second disappeared in his hole, only to be pulled out and replaced by two fingers, who performed the same ritual... With his asshole now loosened up sufficient, I penetrated him and pressed the front of his body against the wall. A muffled groan left his mouth, but soon enough he began to counteract against my strokes in and out his tight ass.
In the time that I was buggering the boy, he managed to cum twice himself. I really must have his that sensitive spot below his balls all the time when I fucked him.
When he came the third time I also felt my own balls contract and looking down over his shoulder, it was as if I squirted my seed in his ass, through his cock out on the wall.
As soon as I pulled out, the boy thanked me and ran away, probably looking for his sister or Alterius. Ah well... No harm done and Faunus could be pleased!

Drifting further and further away from the main room, I ended up in the servant quarters. As it was now way past midnight, most of the people were asleep (or unconsious due to the amount of wine they had drunk).
I ended up with a couple of house slaves, both for sure more then twice my age. After we finished some amphora of mead, I sucked the old guy until he was stiff, so he could fuck his wife.
When he was done, she wasn't yet, so putting her on hands and knees, I took her like a stallion takes a mare (only with a smaller cock :-) and had the guy fondle her hanging tits.
That double treatment send her screaming (and creaming) over the edge and together we fell on one heap and asleep. I think that during the night I sucked his cock one more time, but the mead made this difficult to remember. In the morning I woke up with her sucking my morning erection and with little trouble I rotated her so I could lick her cunt as well.
When I pumped my first load of that new day in her mouth, her pussy was lifted away from my mouth and the old guy was playing stallion for now...
Knowing she liked her tits being caressed, I helped him out with that and they came together and rolled away from me.

Just in time for me to hear Xandros call us to gather and go back to the school... and so we did... ending a joyous and successful Festival of Faunus!s to gather and go back to the school... and so we did... ending a joyous and successful Festival of Faunus!