Libertas
Part IV
Flavius wasn’t sure he’d survive another orgasm, but seeing first his son spurt his potent seed deep inside his daughter and now seeing his wife fondling them both, with Lacrima playing with her from behind, stirred his dick. Pulvinia’s ministrations to his cock was in danger of driving him insane. It felt too good. He remembered the jar of cantharides in their bedroom. It’d revive him. But would also put himself to risk. Then again, if he was going to die anyway, why not die with a throbbing erection that never goes down. He looked at Lacrima, requesting her silently with his eyes permission to speak. She nodded, whilst not stopping diddling Calpurnia’s clit.
‘I’ve got that small jar of cantharides in my bedroom. If you’d like we could use it. For all who want to use it.’ The stuff was expensive and not lightly shared. It didn’t feel like he was offering a bribe for his life. It felt – once again weird - yet sincere.
‘Can I have some?’ Marcus asked, wanting to partake in anything and everything that his soon to be snuffed out life could still experience. His father laughed. He simply put his hand in between his daughter and son and moved the skin on his erect member down, to pull it taught. ‘You don’t need any. Yours is probably never going down.’ Marcus’ mouth fell open in a perfect O as his dad was touching his stiff cock and didn’t let go. He knew how to make him feel good. He never realised what the cantharides were for. He was distracted. The added pleasure of his dad jerking him off slowly whilst still embedded in his sisters wanton dripping hot cunt, was proving too much. He wasn’t ready to shoot again, but the overwhelming sensations were wreaking havoc with his brain and body.
Lacrima beckoned one of the former house slaves, a girl perhaps five years older than Pulvinia to go get the cantharides and share them out amongst the male slaves. Some might need them, others may want to hold on to their share for bartering later. The villa was slated to be ransacked later and usually this kind of expensive stuff got overlooked and spoiled instead of attended to with proper care. It was worth at least a couple of denarii as it was of course purified and of the highest quality. The Greek apothecary that had provided it, wouldn’t want his reputation sullied by sub-standard wares. He had a name to uphold. His clientele lived on the Palatine. Not people you wanted to trifle with.
When Sylva came back from the bedroom, she’d started sharing out tiny pouches with the cantharides in them. She’d prepared ten or so of the pouches. The ones who wanted to use it, shared it out and diluted it in an amphora of wine that they’d uncasked earlier. Flavius was offered three cups of the stuff, with unkind eyes. They knew about the potential toxic effects and wanted him to partake first and several doses at that. As he didn’t immediately start to convulse or show other adverse symptoms and his cock started to slowly gain tumescence once again, most of the other males present, downed their cups and were eagerly awaiting Eros’ blessing to return.
Flavius felt his ardour rising and felt sweat starting to pearl from his body without him exerting himself. He. . started feeling randy. Horny. Marcus was still in front of him, languidly bucking his hips in and out of his sister, nowhere near an orgasm, but relishing the feeling. His buttocks. . they called to Flavius. As Calpurnia saw Flavius’ gaze linger on his buttocks, she was conflicted. It was un-Roman. Un-manly. Un-thinkable. And it made her cream herself once again. She knew some men, if guided into it gently and lovingly, loved anal penetration. They’d even ejaculate without requiring any kind of physical interaction. She wanted to see that. It would be the perfect way to continue the moral depravity that her family had opened it self to.
She moved towards Flavius and moved her hand between her wanton slit, to make it wet and slick. As she finished lubricating his now once again rampant cock, she lovingly split open her sons’s butt-cheecks and dribbled some warm spittle in it. ‘Don’t tense, honey. It’ll feel really good in a bit.’ Her son nodded. His attention was mostly focused on his dick inside his sister and her tits which he kept suckling, alternating between the two. Pulvinia was having tiny orgasms every so often and mostly babbling sweet nothings to her brother, telling him she loved him and his cock and how he made her feel.
Flavius nodded at Calpurnia, who then inserted her pinky in her son’s rectum. The intrusion was minimal and similar to what happened when he cleaned himself or when the slave girls cleaned him, so he didn’t panic. When she switched fingers, to her ringfinger, then the middle finger and skipping the index finger, moving on to the thumb, he reacted to each increasing diameter with more wanton bucks of his ass. He wanted more.
His father’s hands were less delicate then Calpurnia, so he took over. His pinky was smaller then Calpurnia’s thumb, but by the time they reached his thumb, the circumference had increased considerably. Marcus was still enjoying it. They could see that the ass-play was increasing his erection’s hardness. Two fingers entered side by side. Sliding in and out gently, hooking behind the sphincter. A third finger was added from the top by his mother. By now the sphincter was relaxed enough to allow entry of Flavius’ cock. He wouldn’t hurt him, like this. Flavius couldn’t resist getting lubrication from Lacrima, Pulvinia and Calpurnia and smearing it on his dick. As it was dripping with lube from the overly excited women, he slowly started to insert it into his son’s bum.
Marcus soldiered through the moment of penetration and when the glans was past his sphincter, he started shaking in an orgasm. His cock spewed new threads of hot sperm in his sister, even before his dad had started a rhythm. He couldn’t stop himself from mewling to his father. ‘Oh daddy. Oh daddy it feels so good. Daddy I love you!’ He hadn’t said he loved his dad for at least two years now, as it felt childish. He didn’t care now. He did love his dad. He loved what his dad was doing to his ass. Flavius loved his son and loved his anal canal even more. It was so tight. Milking his cock. Which wasn’t planning on giving up the goods so fast, this was going to be a long fuck, he could feel it, before he’d be able to orgasm again.
He wasn’t planning on pulling out of his son’s buttocks for a while. The idea of his son fucking his daughter and then his wife, whilst having his son impaled on his cock was driving Flavius insane. If he’d had the sperm ready to shoot, he’d have cum right then and there. As his balls had already blown several loads tonight, he could only revel in the dry orgasm he was experiencing whilst his son’s anal sphincter and canal milked his cock for all it was worth.
The spectacle was drawing more attention then the Flavii had counted on, but none of the slaves forced themselves on anyone. It was like they didn’t want to repay in equal coin the abuses they suffered under their own masters. They offered raging cocks, but if no one seemed interested, they took matters in their own hands, literally, not figuratively and simply beat themselves off. The cantharides were having their effect on them as well.
Not everyone was unreceptive though. The girls, because the boys were temporary distracted and busied themselves with each other, were receptive to some of the offered cocks. If they’d been asked either then or later why they opted for some and declined others, there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. It wasn’t that they favoured the more dominant or rejected them. Or younger ones or older ones. Or lovely features. The slaves weren’t bothered either way. Having a pretty girl or roman matrona stroke their cocks or even suck on it, lovingly, without resistance or struggling or tears was to be preferred for now. Tomorrow they’d have enough time for tears and resistance for those that enjoyed that.
Continued in part V