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DAVID IN ROME — Chapter FIVE
He sat soaking in a tub of hot, soapy water, and with his head back and his eyes closed he looked the picture of relaxation to the two women pampering him, but in fact, his mind was elsewhere. He did not feel sleepy. He felt anxious. Guilty. Afraid. Several times he almost stood up to demand clothes and to demand to be freed from the house of Fahad. He did not want to turn violent, especially against the men and women of this house, for they had been extraordinarily kind to him. But he could not rest while Sostratus lived and his mother was a prisoner.
One of the women combed his wet hair, and then he stood up, stepped out of the tub, and dried him with the softest cloth he had ever felt. He could feel the blood pumping into his cock when they stroked his loins with the cloth, and he blushed, but surmised that they were used to these things, having bathed the men in the house before.
They brought a tray over with little bottles of oils. One was opened, and the light oil was dabbed on his nipples. The aroma was fragrant and sweet, like oranges. Another bottle’s contents were dribbled on the head of his cock. It smelled of mint. It tingled faintly. And finally another was massaged deep between the cheeks of his ass, and after a minute it too tingled more and more and his heart pounded, desperate to rub it. When the scent finally reached his nose, he found that it too was redolent of citrus fruit.
There was a knock at the door.
The women were alarmed, and brought a cloth for him to wrap around his waist. One of them went to the door and opened it a crack, spoke to the person on the other side, and then let him in. It was one of the servant boys. He entered the room, in awe of the handsome giant, and fell to his knees.
“A thousand pardons,” he said. “My master bids me to tell you at once of the news I bring.”
“News?” asked David.
“Yes, sir,” he said. “Hakim had not even reached the edge of the city, when he came upon a man who knew the whereabouts of Sostratus, and your mother.”
“Where are they?”
“They are here, in Rome. They leave tomorrow afternoon.
David breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Where?” he demanded.
“By the stables at the end of the street of chariots.”
He started for the door. “I must go. I must go to her now.”
“But sir!” said the boy. “I have already gone to see her.”
David’s eyes went wide. “Is she well? Is she hurt?”
“She is well,” the boy said, smiling. “She told me to tell you that her leg is well mended, and that she does not need the cane anymore.”
Another sigh of relief.
“I spoke to her through the bars of a window. I gave her my bread and cheese. And I told her that you planned your confrontation for tomorrow. She said that you must not come tonight, for she and the others are guarded well by Sostratus’ henchmen, but that tomorrow morning their employ ends and they go to a new master. She said that to attack tonight would be certain death for all of you. When they leave for the docks in the morning, Sostratus will have no one to guard him.”
Still another sigh of relief.
“And,” continued the boy, “she said that she needed more time, for the sake of others’ safety.”
“What did she mean by that?” asked David.
“Alas, I do not know, sir, for I had to flee. The guard came.” Then the boy touched his forehead to the ground, knelt back up, and said, “That is all I have, sir.”
David went over to him, lifted him to a standing position, hugged him tight, and said, “Thank you. Thank you.”
• • • • •
The sun had set. He had napped on the bed that would know his long-awaited release. It was a huge, square mattressed platform, covered with a black, silken sheet and strewn with pillows of black and red and purple. He wore enough gold to anchor a small boat; bracelets and anklets that were smooth and polished, a golden circlet around his head, and a huge pendant of Arabic design. His only clothing was a sheer film of black silk around his waist that did little to hide his buttocks or tingling cock. Someone had come in while he slept and lit a hundred candles and started the frankincense to waft through the air.
He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. If he had to be a harem boy, he thought, let it be with the finest of finery, and with a good man like Fahad.
The door opened, and Fahad entered. David smiled.
“You look like a king!” said Fahad.
“I’ve never seen a king dressed like this,” David said. “Or rather, undressed like this.”
Fahad did not respond. He simply walked up to David and let his eyes wander all over him. “Beautiful,” he said. “Do you feel beautiful?” he asked as he reached up and stroked the big man’s hair.
David smiled and nodded.
“Nabeel brought you the news of your mother?”
“Yes,” he whispered. Fahad’s gentle hand made his scalp tingle. He closed his eyes and reveled at the soft touch from a man. Fahad stroked his jaw and ear and David tilted his head into his touch like a cat relishing his master’s touch.
“Will you still let me spend this night with you?” He massaged David’s scalp, behind the ear, and David’s whole body melted at his touch. With his thumb, Fahad stroked the big man’s lips, and they parted, and opened, as if hungry.
“Yes,” he said.
“I feel as though I have a tiger in my hands,” said Fahad. “And the size and strength is wonderful to feel. A man such as you can command any man he wants. To have you as mine, here willingly for my pleasure as well as yours, is a fantasy come true. A king as my servant, and yet a king for me to worship. A king that commands my thoughts and my heart, and yet a king whose body I will gently ravish.
David’s eyes remained closed. His breathing became heavy. Fahad’s hand massaged the thick muscles of his neck. With both hands now, Fahad massaged. He went behind David, forced himself not to look at the plump, round buttocks barely concealed by the sheer cloth, and massaged the thick neck of the young man for a long time. He marveled at the width of that back, and stroked the shoulders. He ran his fingernails gently and slowly down the middle of the broad back, and for the first time, the young man shivered and moaned. Fahad resumed his position directly in front of David, stepped forward, and pressed his face between the great pecs, inhaling deeply and thoroughly.
“You smell wonderful,” said Fahad. He closed his eyes and inhaled again, this time rubbing his face gently back and forth across the velvety chest hair. He reached up and gently petted the hairy chest, tracing the outline with his palms, and moaning in ecstasy at the way the huge pecs filled his hands. He stepped back and looked up. The young man opened his eyes, dreamily, looking up but at nothing. Fahad just marveled at the huge man in front of him, and the way he stood tall and powerful, yet helpless, breathless, desperate at the slightest touch.
Sensing a pause, David looked down. Those sparkling eyes seemed almost frightened, not wanting to give up control, but wanting the control this man could give.
Fahad looked down at the silken wrap around the muscled man’s waist. He took the ties, and gently and slowly pulled the knot away. The wrap eased down the curve of the young buttocks, and then dropped to the floor. David’s erection reared up, even as Fahad watched. Fahad went to his knees, gently took the stiffening rod in his hands, and gently kissed the head. He looked up to see the huge chest rising and falling, breathing rapidly. He reached around in back of the big man and stroked the creamy buttocks and then grabbed them gently, spread them apart, and then ran his hands across their satiny skin.
“Remember,” whispered Fahad. “This night is for you. My greatest pleasure is to see you writhing at my touch.”
David could not speak. He nodded.
Fahad continued to stroke the buttocks, and he ran his fingertips down the crevasse, over and over again, first the right hand and then the left, in a continuous stream of touch, barely but constantly grazing the well-hidden rosebud.
David jerked and cried out.
Fahad smiled.
“The oils that they anointed you with,” whispered Fahad. “Do they still burn and tingle?”
Breathlessly: “Y-yes.”
“They anointed your cock head, your nipples, and your hole?”
David nodded.
“Then the oils have had time to sink deep into your flesh. You cannot wipe them off now. That would only drive them deeper. There is only one way to remove them now. I will have to suck them off.”
David’s knees buckled, and he sobbed, delirious at the thought. His erection was at full force now, and Fahad could see the veins beginning to distend. A glistening drop of crystal clear pre-cum appeared. Fahad touched it, slowly drew his finger back, drawing out a clear thread, and then sucked the liquid from his fingertip. He moaned as though it was something delicious, and then he wrapped his lips around the head of David’s cock, waited until his saliva had settled onto it to provide lubrication, and then slowly sucked and pulled back, taking the clear drop with him, and dragging the head with his full, moist lips.
David yelped in pleasure and his whole body jolted.
Fahad smiled.
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