I stopped halfway through the novel. I'll try to translate the rest, hoping that with the help of translation engines my English will be understandable.
Procullus, dressed in the establishment's uniform (naked, with a strap at his ankle) leads a fully dressed man up the stairs. Jaw clenched, throat dry, the new guest hides under a flap of his ceremonial toga. Sextus turns and flashes a knowing smile. In the upstairs corridor, he pulls aside a curtain and invites the man to enter. Hierokles, sitting in an armchair, gets up and beckons the young man to enter as well. The visitor examines the dimly lit room, the fresco of the labors of Hercules, the floor covered with a thick carpet, then closes his eyes, surrendering to what's to come.
A simple exchange of glances is enough to agree on the roles. Procullus approaches and slowly undoes the heavy clothes, a thick white toga edged with purple, a starched wool tunic, another finer one underneath. The man's hair is already graying, but his dry and sinewy muscles outline a body that is still vigorous. Naked, his penis already has a beautiful erection. Sextus wets the tip of his index finger and brushes the tip of his breasts. The tense member responds with a jump of excitement. The young man kneels down and caresses the tip of the erect instrument with his tongue. The surprised man reopens his eyes and steps back. Striking the bed, he falls backwards onto the pile of cushions. Not giving him time to react, Procullus grabs his legs and lifts them. Skipping the steps, his lips land directly on the small pink button at the bottom of the hairless crack. With the tip of his tongue he circles the corolla and strikes at the still closed entrance. Under repeated caresses, the ring begins to relax. Abandoning the saliva-covered parting for a moment, Sextus raises his head, the visitor's gaze passing over his shoulder sparkles with lust. Hierokles stands behind him, his spear stiff. Procullus gives way.
The monoboles grabs the thighs, his imposing cock slides into the saliva-covered groove. Sextus grabs the club, gives it a final massage that crowns it with foam and directs it toward the relaxed ring. The voluminous head crosses the threshold in one bound. The man leans back and roars, then the shaft slides after him, accompanied by ragged breathing. Impaled deep inside, the stranger, eyes closed, carried away by ecstasy, has forgotten Procullus.
Slowly the Greek began to file, he spits in his hand and coats the man's turgid cock with saliva. A movement of the head towards Sextus and the Cisalpine straddles the body. The sting disappears immediately, snatched up by the young man's quivering ass. The client reopens his eyes to the beaming smile of Procullus. Instinctively he arches his hips to meet Sextus' entrails and Hierokles takes advantage of the position to push his huge stake a little deeper. New roar, but the two experts do not give him time to catch his breath and a double gallop ensues, and it is the one who will hold the rope. The Greek's thrusts make the bed move, while clinging to the uprights with both hands, the Cisalpine pumps the cock with his tight buttocks and can follow the rising orgasm on the man's face. Soon the body is covered in sweat, the hands clench on the cushions, the belly hollows out, and in his entrails the cock grows even larger. Sextus turns his head towards Hierokles, whose tense features show the contained pleasure.
An exchange of smiles and each gives free rein to his excitement. Hierokles withdraws for a moment to let the sap rise in his cock. The man, with a moan, immediately protests this abandonment. Suddenly, the sting sinks completely back in. The man screams and pours his juice deep into Procullus' ass. He clenches his buttocks to hold back the softening cock, while the Greek begins his stuffing again with tenfold fury. The young man soon feels the cock stiffen again in his ass and again he files it with his ring. One last time Hierokles pushes his spear to its full length and his cum spurts in bubbling streams deep into the bowels. The man screams again as he feels the heat flood his belly and cums again into Procullus. The boy does not even need to touch himself to cover the torso with long viscous jets. The man faints with pleasure. The Greek and the Cisalpine slide onto the ground, one against the other, in a restorative torpor, but with all senses still alert.
So when Drussus enters the room after a brief moment of silence, they both raise their heads. "Let him rest, Euphorion will take care of him!" The three men go back up the corridor towards the stairs, two crystalline laughs attract Hierokles. They come from the room of Calvisius Statianus. The Greek slightly parts the curtain. Along the wall, the Roman is lying across a bed on a thick mattress. Kneeling on each side, two teenagers are leaning over him, covering his torso with the wet caresses of their tongues. Surprised, Hierokles moves the rings of the curtain on the rod. Three glances turn towards him, soon followed by two "Him" and a "You". "Come in, Hierokles, it seems that my two little fauns have already met Hercules!" continues the Roman. "We're waiting for you at Verus's," breathes Drussus, before the curtain closes.
Calvisius opens his thighs wide, revealing in all their sumptuousness erect sex and open ass. "Don't stop, I'm first curious to know how you know each other. Tell me, Hierokles." What a contrast indeed between the solidly built and hairy body of the Greek and these two ephebes with smooth and fair skin. One, slipped between the legs, flatters with his hands and mouth the sculptural buttocks, while the other lying on the mattress attaches himself to the imposing tool. His tongue wanders along the shaft until slowly caressing the tip then goes back down to the heavy balls.
"It's simple, they are the sons of my previous owner. You can understand the impression they made on me, disembarking from Greece, where they had completed their studies, at the home of their father, whose passive pleasures I had been for several months. All the freshness of childhood in bodies already superbly drawn, Quintus especially the youngest, with his beautiful big blue eyes and his curly black hair, made desire rise in me."
The said Quintus raises his head from between the thighs with a magnificent smile: "Flatterer!" and dives straight back into the depths of the crack. His tongue quickly circulates from the muscular base of the sex to the pulpy ring, flooding the tightly closed entrance with saliva. His brother is not to be outdone, he swallows the cock to the hilt and, the head at the back of his throat, he pumps the tasty shaft.
"Their father had a demanding nature and I had to unload him several times a day. I had little contact with the rest of the house, locked up most of the time in the master's bedroom. Marcus and Quintus especially seemed to completely ignore me, even if I sometimes surprised them, when their father was away in the morning on business, in languid positions. My only recourse then was solitary masturbation. On a hot summer morning I discovered Quintus lying in his room, his tunic raised to the top of his thighs, revealing the perfect curve of a buttock. I passed by, but unable to resist, I backed up, stomping my feet and clearing my throat to avoid any misunderstanding. In his sleep, Quintus had spread his legs, revealing his entire ass, so I entered, this time making as little noise as possible. Between the buttocks I could see even the charming rosette. With the back of my hand I caressed the velvety skin.
"Quintus turned around, his face beaming with an ironic smile and under my hand I now had a hard and swollen cock. I threw myself on it and swallowed the brazenly erect member. Quintus grabbed my shoulders and, arching his back, fucked my mouth. This young athlete's body, harmoniously modeled by the Greek gymnasiums, must have already wreaked havoc on the sand of the palestra. I was fuming against these months of hesitation. The young man raised his legs, I amused myself for a moment with the balls covered with smooth and soft skin, then went down into the wide open crack. The throbbing ring was dilated, my tongue had no effort to make to penetrate it.
"I raised my head, the big blue eyes shone with greed. He pushed me away with his foot, I fell backwards on my back. He rushed forward, straddled me and, without further ado, mounted my stiff spear. In a single movement his insides swallowed its entire length. Sitting on my stomach, his whole body was bursting with pleasure. Leaning on my thighs with both hands, he was the one controlling the pleasure, tightening or releasing the grip of his ring. He was not really a beginner. He played with my spear, rising up a little then falling back with all his weight to impale himself even further. I drew him to me, our lips met in a deep kiss.
"Finally I was able to give free rein to my frenzy. Raising my back, I pounded the youthful flesh. My mouth sought to melt into his. His fingers had tightened on my pectorals and were kneading my nipples. His club grew even bigger. I wanted to take him deep. I grabbed the white body, turned it over on all fours and kneeling behind it, renewed the assault with tenfold vigor. I could now stuff it with the full length of my spear. My hands spread the buttocks to dig deeper, then the piston came out until the head brushed the ring - And there it was again, ever faster, ever further. Quintus was panting desperately. Sweat trickled down between his shoulder blades. Finally I could not hold back, I pulled my cock out of its case and immediately thick salvos gushed out, spreading in long white streaks on the back and clinging to the black hair. I collapsed on the young man.
"So much for one, but you must not have stopped there. Marcus does not seem to me to be more shy than his brother." Calvisius had extended his arm over the body of the young Marcus. His hand caressing the slender buttocks, with a circular movement of the middle finger, he had gradually opened the corolla, so that he could push one then two fingers into the ass of the ephebe and thus massage him from the inside. Marcus redoubles his fellatio. The saliva floods the cock, trickles down onto the balls and comes to bead on his brother's face between the buttocks. Wanting his share of the feast, Quintus lies down on the other side. The two young wild beasts attach themselves to the majestic sex. Extending his other arm, Calvisius quickly discovers that Quintus's ass is as welcoming as Hierokles has just described and it is even three fingers that he pushes in up to the hilt.
"I didn't even have to look for another opportunity. I barely raised my head when a series of applause rang out. A silhouette stood out on the wall, Marcus of course, who had followed the whole scene. He approached, sporting a quivering, straight and stiff dick. I threw myself on him and swallowed him up to the glottis. Obviously very excited, Marcus began to fuck my throat without any restraint. I had to contain him, no point in wasting such an opportunity by rushing too much and I showed him everything I was capable of with two lips and a tongue. Quintus was now showing me all his know-how with the same instruments on my ring. He soon joined his fingers and I could feel from his jerky breathing his astonishment at being able to put an ever-increasing number of them in my ass. While continuing to suck Marcus' tail, my hands had taken hold of Quintus's. He was hard with all the vigor of his adolescence. Neither of them had the skill to resist any longer. I seized both limbs, and after a final energetic assault, two volleys crossed, rising and falling, covering my face and chest with their hot foam."
"Well, now, my darlings, let's see if we can slip something else between your buttocks!" Calvisius stands up, sword drawn. "On your back, legs up." The Roman first grabs Marcus and with a slow movement of his hips thrusts the entire length of his tool into the throbbing well. Without taking his eyes off the face beaming with pleasure of the first young man, his hand slides between the brother's thighs and three of his fingers find a place to lodge. The Roman stuffs the youthful ass for a long time, alternating slow crossfires and rough assaults. Then the intruders switch. Gaius puts Quintus inside while his fingers further widen Marcus's distended ring. The two brothers exult with pleasure. Spontaneously their hand closes around their cock and they start to jerk themselves off. "Oh there! Hands off! If you don't find the pleasure enough, I'll force the dose. On your knees!" The two young men comply, exposing two pairs of fine and tapered buttocks, opening onto a deep crack, pierced by a gaping and throbbing hole. Gaius proceeds this time without restraint. He grabs the two pairs of balls and pulls the splendid roundness towards him. He begins by skewering one. His belly slaps on the plump flesh while the young man responds with a roar. A few back and forths and Gaius moves on to the brother, whom he slays with just as much vigor. His cock quickly passes from one hole to the other, leading his team by the balls.
For the two brothers, the penetration seems continuous. They can no longer contain their moans, which are joined by Calvisius' shouts. Finally, breaking the frantic rhythm, the Roman lets go of the balls, squeezes the two asses together and covers them with a thick white cum. Immediately Marcus and Quintus turn around and come to lick the rest of the foam that drips from the head.
"You were right, Hierokles, here are two beautiful demons. You will grant me a little intermission. After one dick for two, we will try two for one, come closer." The Greek had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle, he advances with a stiff spear, but it is between his buttocks that Calvisius slides his hand dipped in oil. "One, two, three." Hierokles sketches a grimace. "And even four. Boys, unite your masts."
The two men lay head to toe on the ground, their legs intertwined, their two cocks held tight by Gaius' hand. Hierokles straddled the two bodies and crouched above them. Already of a good size usually, the excitement had inflated the masts to the maximum. Hierokles breathed quickly. His puck hit the two large heads. It took a little force, but with a roar he swallowed them. He slowly impaled himself on the double rod. Halfway through, he rocked his pelvis. The two dicks rubbed against each other. The two brothers, exhausted from excitement, crack. The Greek felt a double flood flood his insides. He drops down and swallowed the two cocks to their base, while the salvos of cum continued to spurt into his belly.
But far from stopping, he tightens his buttocks and jerks the two rods with his ring, which although having poured out all their juice remain stiff. The acute pleasure distorts the faces of the brothers who clap the ground with their hands. Hierokles continues and he feels the clubs swelling in his ass again. He accelerates the movements of his thighs, loosens his buttocks to leave room, a sticky foam drips from them. The bodies of the two young people tense from head to toe, as if to resist a new gust. The Greek is inflexible, he goes up and down, the muscles of the legs almost tetanized. A double cry and again his belly fills with hot cum. This time he gets up, the two tails quickly become flaccid, as rivulets of cream flow down his legs from the gaping ring of the Greek.
Calvisius applauds. "You have emptied them, but I have regained enough appetite to fill them again. Leave us." Thus dripping with cum, Hierokles leaves the room and heads towards the one where Drussus and Procullus are waiting for him.
