All characters in this story are over 18 years of age
It had not been a good day. All Flavius Maximus could think of is how much he wanted to go home and blow off some steam by fucking one of his slaves. It might even take more than one he was so overwrought with pent up aggression and anger. He had been defeated in the Senate today, and all the plans he had been working on for months had gone up in flames. But he wasn't going to just lie down and take it. He would make sure his political enemy Gaius would pay a heavy price for today's debacle. Yes. His mind spun in a hundred different directions just what form that revenge would take.
Upon reaching his home, he left a few members of his body guard outside the front door. These were to deal with any potential problems that might occur from rival gangs trying to make mischief. Inside all was quiet and empty. Apparently the word of today's defeat in the Senate had reached home, and everyone knew it best to stay away from Flavius' probably wrath. Only his body servant, Mario, awaited him, took off his over cloak, and asked if he needed anything. Flavius asked that a bath be prepared, then dinner. And he wanted an assortment of slaves be brought to him after dinner for his entertainment. Mario knew what, "entertainment", meant. He kept a very large number of sex slaves for Flavius just for this purpose. He bought new ones frequently, and once their novelty wore off, sold them to the various brothels in the city, or sent them to the numerous properties Flavius owned, where they were used primarily as agricultural slaves.
Flavius was undressed by Mario, and then he went to his bath. Several women were in attendance. They brought him wine and massaged his head and scrubbed him down, as he reclined and contemplated the day. Though the bath should have been soothing, his thoughts percolated to the point, if anything he was angrier than ever. On getting out of the bath he was ready to unleash. That was unfortunate news for any slaves he would come into contact with. Though normally he was not a cruel Master, Flavius had his moments when being one of his slaves was a very bad thing indeed. This was one of those days. He asked Mario to bring him a few whips and also find some slaves to use them on. No one important, old fat males. That's what he wanted. Old fat males.
It didn't take too long before Mario handed Flavius the whips, and showed him three older men he had found. Flavius drank a few cups of wine while examining them. All the slaves looked down at the floor, were very nervous. Flavius eventually choose one. The closest he felt that looked like Gaius, overweight and balding.
Flavius had Mario strip the man down and tie him to a column, with his back and bottom exposed. Flavius brought Gaius' image into his mind, and today's humiliation. In his drunken state it was very real to him. His anger mounted. He picked up a riding crop. He got behind the man. With Gaius in his mind, he brought the whip down hard on old man's ass. The man winched and made a small noise of pain. Flavius wound up for another strike, even harder this time. The man felt the sting and cried out. A bright red welt crossed his bottom. Flavius whipped him again. Again. Again. The man was in tears. Crying out in pain.
"Fuck you, Gaius. You fucking cunt. How does that feel. You fucking fat pig. Take that. That..." He continued to rant and curse as he whipped the old man again and again. Flavius was feeling a bit better now. He looked at the man's red ass, crisscrossed with welts. He was getting a hardon. A few more strikes and his anger was slaked. For now. He turned around and drank down a full cup of wine. But he wasn't totally happy yet. He still had a lot of tension, anger, which needed releasing.
"Now where are the fucking whores? Forget dinner. I just want to fuck." He stumbled a bit, before Mario caught him.
Mario led him into the adjoining room, where numerous couches, beds, pillows were arranged in the dim light. A half dozen or more women and a few men awaited him, naked and available. Flavius went over to the bed and flopped down.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You, you, and you." He pointed to three women. They came over and got in the bed with him. They knew better than to just lie there. One got behind him, put his head in her lap and played with his hair, stroked his face. Another was busy sucking on him. The third watched and caressed his chest and stomach and took over for the woman sucking from time to time. Flavius was moaning, enjoying the sucking. Yes, so nice. Then he pushed them away, before they went too far. He didn't want to cum yet.
He pointed to a man and woman. "You two, give us a nice show." The woman looked a little uneasy at the prospect, but knew she had no choice. She was tiny. Less than five feet tall. She had a sweet innocent face. The man was enormous, all muscle and had the cock of a donkey. He looked like he had seen many battles. He had scars on his face and on his chest and back. It was easy to see why Mario had bought both of them at the slave market for Flavius' pleasure.
Flavius sat up in bed for a better view, with one woman underneath each arm, lying against his shoulders. At the foot of the bed was a flat bench, large enough for what was to take place. It was made specifically for this purpose. The woman got onto the bench on her back. The male slave got between her legs and began to stroke himself while looking at her inviting wet slit. When he was hard enough he parted her lips with one hand and held his cock with the other, guiding it into her. As he entered her, you could see her grimace. He slowly went into her.
"What the fuck are you doing? Fuck her damn it. All the way in and hard. All I want to see are your balls."
The man pushed his cock as far into her as he could. He had an enormous cock so he couldn't actually get it all the way into her. He went at her faster and deeper, though it wasn't easy. He was stretching her to the max. The woman's back arched and she thrashed about as she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She started pounded on his chest, and tried to push him away, so there must have been some pain involved. The man started to hesitate, but Flavius would having none of it.
"Do you want the whip, sent to a war galley? Fuck her. Fuck her. I don't care if it hurts."
The man slammed into the tiny woman like he had lost his mind. She was squirming and screaming bloody murder. This made Flavius get extremely excited sexually. He grabbed the woman's hand that was lying at his side and put it on his cock. It was obvious what he wanted and she started stroking him. Flavius thoughts were still disturbed by the day's events. All of this still wasn't good enough. A thought came into his head. Fuck yes. That would be perfect.
"Stop! Stop, everyone." He motioned over to Mario to come closer. He leaned over and whispered something into Mario's ear. Mario eyes got wide. But he shook his head yes, and left the room.