Act
One Scene 1 Part 1
The cold weather outside of
the bathhouse was never felt by its inhabitants of Roman citizen, who laid
their weary bodies into the warm heated water by the large bath enclosure the
size of a large rectangle pool. The water in the pool was heated by the long
tubing that was lined beneath the marble flooring on the bottom of the pool. At
the side of the pool were several benches and there was those small fountains
where the water sprout up above its height to give it a towering aqua look. The
walls that lined the pool area were numerous mosaic pieces carefully inlaid by
craftsman depicting pleasant sceneries of the world. It rise up to the high
roofing that opened up to the painted window glass that allowed the sunlight
in. It was a busy evening with the place filled by the citizens who indulge in
this favorite pastimes, while their daily needs of nutritions are served by
scantily dressed slaves bearing trays of it.
There was one slave who
carried the laid out exotic fruits pieces while she parade past the pool, but
her stare was not on them but to the far door at the end. She wore her toga
short which barely covered her well defined curves, and sexuality, but she was
only to be envy by these citizens here. Her true master await her inside the
small and private bath area, reserved for the elites and influential. She
stepped up the doorway and lifted up the thick yet soft screen that hide the
room from the outsider.
"Preposterous! How can
he be liken to my status as Praefectus castorum?"The man who spoke out in
disgust was a tall man with a well built frame on him. He was a veteran of the
Roman Legion, having served the services from the rank of centurion to his
current rank of Primus Pilus.
"I had given twenty five
years of my life to the Legion, and this usurper vault over me." The man
continued on his raving towards his friend who shared with him the bath area.
He was seated naked on the bath edge except for the loin cloth placed over his
lap, but the other companion was without any shame while seated across him on
the other edge. He need not be ashamed of his nudity as he was a rich Roman
citizen with his numerous caravans of trades that ply the routes into the
northern region and also to the dark region where slaves are aplenty. More to
it, every woman he was with would had moan that he was great in the act
although the frame of his flabby flesh would had screamed otherwise. More to
that, he was not listening to his friend as his focus was on the slave that
brought the tray of fruits. He liked these Nubian slaves, they are exotic to
his likes. He had pulled the slave towards him and lifted up the hem of the
toga to looked at her body.
"She may be untouched,
Iago." Roderigo told his legionary friend. "Perhaps you might want to
have the first pluck."
"Bah! You are not
listening to me." Iago lowered himself into the warm water, covering the
numerous scars on his body, courtesy of his devotion to fulfilled his own
destiny to be the Legatus, the ultimate commander of the Legion.
"Why does it ails you,
Iago? You are not like demoted. You still hold your rank as Pilus."
Roderigo lauded towards his friend. With the assistance of Iago, his caravans
were safe on their routes backed by the papers endorsed by the Pilus. He held
an influential position in the works, for he was also well connected to the
Senate.
Roderigo meanwhile had stood
up on his feet and took the slave to bend before him. He placed his penis into
her mouth and made her do what was her role. He held onto her head and moved it
back and forth.
"Here, my friend. Take
her from the rear. Which one matters not? I would amused myself here."
Roderigo told his friend, but Iago declined the offer. His mind was not on sex,
but on the discrimination handed to him, by his Legatus, Othello. He had served
the Legatus for over five years, and fought many campaigns with him; mortally
wounded twice and with the will of the Gods, he was saved. He still felt the
pain on his left side on some cold nights, but he dared not tell his Legatus
lest he retired him from the Legion. For what was his allegiance to the Legatus
but to be told that he was no better than the weakling Cassio, another Pilus
like him before but then promoted to become the Praefectus.
"Hurry, my friend. I am
to released', Roderigo called on the other but Iago remained seated in the warm
water. By the end of the sentence, the humping man held his pose to released
his body fluids into the oral cavity of the slave. He then pushed her away and
climbed into the bath. The slave took her leave of the bath area to stand by
the far wall, awaiting her next request. She was after all just a slave.
"Ah! The refreshing feel
of the warmth here covered more than there. I am truly contented. Or should I
not be." Roderigo muttered to himself. Iago looked to him and asked him in
a cynical tone.
"Are you to dirty this
bath with your....release?" Iago glared at the other. Roderigo laughed out
on the question raised to him.
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