This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
And the contents here are erotic and may not be suitable for the unprepared generations.
Act One
Scene Four
Sub-Scene One
The Romans.
The two-story, huge mansion symbolizes the greatness
of Rome. It held thirty bedrooms, four living areas, three libraries, and five
kitchens, with a twin pool for those who were keen to swim and three Jacuzzis
with two armouries strategically placed for the boys to get it when needed. On
the right side of the mansion were the servant quarters that housed the
twenty-five staff, and on the left of those servant quarters were the barracks
for the thirty boys who guard the mansion daily. The garage was on the left
side of the mansion and could house up to twelve vehicles, with the workshop at
the rear. The mansion held the front view to the huge garden that was shaped
like the mini version of ‘Jardin des plantes de Paris’. The rear of the mansion
houses the mini safari, including the horses and mules, alongside caged
predators like the jaguar and cougar. There were always the occasional servings
of human flesh from the dead enemies of the empire.
“I want you to read this letter.” The figure entered
the main library of the mansion, dressed in the toga that was once worn by the
Romans at the Senate. His name is Caesar; Octavius, formerly Gaius Julius
Caesar, He came from a long lineage of bosses who all adopted Roman’s name to
identify themselves as Romans. He was elected the new Caesar and replaced
Julius Caesar who was killed in the Senate Hall.
Caesar was the rank for the Boss of the Bosses.
Caesar approached the huge desk that was carved from
the trunk of the Angel Oak Tree; the old tree was said to be able to withstand
the heavy storms and winds. Thus, it was made into a desk for Caesar. There was
another myth that the tree's name also alludes to the ghosts of slaves from the
plantation the land used to belong to that appear around the tree at night.
“The enemies whom I defeated will be my slaves;
enslaved to Rome.” The first thing Caesar said was when the desk was presented
to him. He was younger than the previous Caesar and found his ascension did not
go too well with the other seniors.
“Sit down, Lepidus.” The figure mentioned was the head
of the hitmen in the empire. He was past his middle age but still had the
healthy build of younger men. He was dressed in a dark suit and red necktie,
with white pointed shoes. He had served the empire for over forty years, from
the role of being the youngest hitman to his then role as the head honcho. Or
simply named Lepidus by Caesar.
At the age of fifty-nine, Lepidus, or his other rank,
was Commander; he had notched more kills than Billy the Kid and was marvelled
that he would reach the age of sixty; to him, this was the bonus year. He had
served three Caesars in those years.
“Hitmen do not live beyond forty-five unless they are
crippled.” Lepidus told his boys. “Or bedridden.”
Lepidus took the armchair offered and read the letter.
“You will see Lepidus and know for the future that I
am not naturally inclined to hate this great competitor of mine.” Caesar sat
behind the desk. "He, with us, had formed the new Triumvirate in Rome. Yet
he... told me by the others who met him... ...fishes, drinks, and stays up all
night, wasting his time with fun and games. He is with the Queen of Egypt, whom
I am told is no more feminine than him. He ignores my messenger or even thinks
that he has a role back here at home. In this letter, you will read about a man
who exemplifies the faults of all men.”
“I cannot believe there are enough faults in the world
to negate all the good qualities in some men.” Lepidus does not like Mark
Antony but holds him in respect for his leadership. “In Mark Antony, perhaps
these so-named faults just serve to set off his good qualities more strongly.
It seems that he inherited his vices rather than acquiring them. His faults are
something he may... or could change, not something that he chooses to have.”
“Lepidus, you are lenient in your older age.” Caesar,
who was younger and more impulsive in his anger, looked at the older man. “Let
us contemplate, for argument's sake, that it is okay to have a fucking... okay,
by your term, extra marital affair with Cleopatra; he is married to Fulvia.”
“He had given up his role here to the empire for the
sake of... of the woman’s entertainment, to sit and take turns drinking all day
with the wench, stagger in the drunkenly walk to her chamber even at noon; does
he know when to fuck? He also ends up in fights with lowborn scoundrels who
smell of sweat. Eunuch, I was told, they wrestled and held each other’s balls.
No, the others do not have any.”
“I would not know. I did shoot someone’s ball off with
the wrong aim.” Lepidus tried to find humour in the conversation.
“Let us say that this behaviour is... fine for him.
The man would have to have perfect character for all the boys not to count
against him.” Caesar was looking for words to justify Mark Antony’s behaviour.
“Still, Antony cannot excuse faults when we must deal
with such serious problems ourselves because of his irresponsibility. Pompey is
at our borders.” Caesar was exasperated. “Mark Antony has to fill his leisure
time with sexual affairs, then he'll be punished with sickness from overeating
and from venereal disease, and that's his problem, but the empire needs him.”
"There, he's wasting vital time and resources and
putting all our positions in danger. He needs to be scolded, like any boy who
knows what is right but chooses to do the wrong thing regardless.” Caesar
sighed. “I do need him.”
“Put him over our lap and spank him then.” Lepidus
found humour in the conversation.
“Be serious, Lepidus. I need you to be.” Caesar was
upset. He was interrupted by the return of Jeeves.
