A Slave's Gift
by BareFootDad

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Gaius Quintus Flavius was in a pensive mood as he strode toward the forum accompanied by his house manager slave, old Lucco, and a bevy of servants on a victuals shopping trip.

He missed his wife. Cornelia was dead now these three years and the suddenness of his loss had affected his life in ways he had hardly suspected possible. He had loved her so much and the easy way they had grown so comfortable together over the years. Yes, he missed the sex, though the wild passion had long since cooled to a comfortable accommodation and he still had slave girls and the occasional fullest possible “massages” by the male bath slaves to relieve a man’s need, but something was missing.

The fire, passion and intensity he remembered from his lost youth and those reveries still had the power to stir his middle-aged loins to old heights, quite unbidden, as now, when he was conscious of their effect under his purple-bordered toga. His thoughts were interrupted by Lucca’s voice, “ Dominus, we are here and with your gracious permission I shall take the women and make our purchases”. “ Yes, yes, do so, I shall go to the senate to see what is the news”, Proconsul Flavius muttered distractedly. Leaving his old trusted slave and parting the crowd gathered around the slave market ( such is the effect of the purple toga and his handsome still, dignified presence), he saw the boy.

Displayed naked in rude iron wrist and ankle shackles the slave was scared, famished and broken. The leers from the Roman women, and many of the men, disgusted him. The oily, smelly slave merchant was vile as his rude fingers fondled the boy’s privates. “See, this beauty has a nice cock for your pleasures... only 17 or 18 years old, soft, supple limbs and flesh for your enjoyment... never touched by a whip...recently captured in Britannia....who will start the bidding at 500 sesterces”......he droned on and on. Flavius wasn’t listening, but was staring at the boy. His body was truly beautiful, fine, sturdy build, light brown hair and light eyes full of fear and something else...intelligence? Yes, he thought impulsively, this is no ordinary rebel Britannic slave.....YES, I will have him. Spying old Lucco near the fruit vendor’s stall, Flavius hailed him. “Yes, Master”, old Lucco rushed over. Handing him a purse of gold, Gaius Quintus said, “Buy him, yes, that one on the block, cover his nakedness, take him home and feed him, I shall return soon....and you’d better leave him in his chains so he won’t run”.

By Jupiter, that is so unlike my master, Lucco thought as he entered the bidding at 700 sesterces. My, my, MY, what a dear price to pay for an untested boy, he said to himself as the sale was finally hammered for 1150. Covering the boy’s loins with a filthy cloth, Lucco led him haltingly back to the domicile’s cook. “New slave, Mercia, feed him well, he looks to be starving”, Lucco

chuckled as the boy wolfed down bread and cheese and lentil soup, “Yes, I am”, the boy replied between bites, much to their surprise, in British accented Latin.

“You speak Latin, boy?” he asked. “Yes, I learned at my school near Londinium before the rebellion, I wasn’t always a captive slave”. Mmmm, Lucco thought, maybe this one IS worth it.

The dominus was back. Lucco greeted him with the usual formality in the open courtyard of this splendid, patrician house and helped him out of his toga and sandals. “ I shall be in my study reading and answering dispatches. When the new slave is fed, bring him to me, and make him obey you, Lucco, be firm and make him show proper obesiance”. “Yes, Master”, oh, Sir, the boy knows Latin, learned it in Britannia”, Lucco left. He found the boy resting in the kitchen, belly now sated. “Boy, Master wants you in the study. You will kneel before him at the foot of his couch and not say a word until spoken to. Keep your eyes lowered before the Dominus, do NOT stare at our Master, it is rude and insulting and if you offend Master, I will whip you myself”. “Yes, Sir, “ the slave said quickly and fearfully, “I won’t”.

In his under-tunic Flavius padded on sumptuous marble floors on bare tired feet to the couch and laid on his side away from the door against the cushions, reading the documents of the Empire’s business. Taking stylus in hand he composed on freshly smoothed wax tabulae his pointed, terse replies. He was so absorbed in his work he didn’t hear the two come in silently, as Lucco pushed the boy in chains to his knees at the foot of the couch. Dirty, bone tired, his wrists and ankles chaffing from the shackles, the gut-churning fear returned. My owner is obviously a wealthy, powerful Roman lord, he mused. All the tales of slaves beaten mercilessly and even crucified for displeasing such nobles tormented his thoughts. Cowed, he crouched there staring at the inlaid pattern of the floor for many long, anxious minutes. "Does he even know I'm here?" he wondered.

He chanced a quick upward glance. A man reclining, bare soles so close he could touch them. Averting his eyes back to the floor, the image of those manly, splendid feet lingered and the flood of obsessive memories overwhelmed the slave. His boyhood curiosity for the bare feet of the men and boys of his village had bloomed when he was ten into a compulsive desire to tickle and fondle his playmates' feet. First given fulfillment that time after swimming with an older boy, he had caressed toes and luscious soles as they lay in the sun and even dared to kiss and lick his sensuous foot flesh. The friend had talked, and with puerile cruelty he had been teased by many other boys without mercy. Soon after, he had left for schooling in the nearby Roman town and knowing he was different, had kept his fetish secret. Then there was the visiting teacher who had seduced him at fifteen. A thirtyish man, he had undressed the boy tenderly and kissed, licked and sucked him all over, adoringly feasting on his toes and soles and hungrily gorged on the boy's copious seed. He had indulged his cravings on the

teacher's fine feet for those few brief weeks, but they didn't compare with his mind's image of his new master's strong, wide, deeply arched soles and

delectable pink toes which now filled his brain ( and vision). Then the teacher left and Queen Boudicca's uprising began and his enslavement ensued.

His reverie was shattered by a firm, commanding voice, "Slave, what, by Jove, are you staring at?" Eyes snapping back to the floor, he thought. "Oh, CACO !", and muttered, "Nothing, Dominus". " Don't lie to me , slave", Flavius barked, " You looked to be in a trance.... again, at what were you staring, boy "? Barely audible, the boy stammered, "Your beautiful feet, Master". " MY FEET??" " Yes, Dominus, I was staring at your feet. I am sorry, punish me, Sir. " Flavius' stern, handsome, grey-templed face softened into a wry smile, "Very well", he chuckled, "Rub my tired feet while I finish working, seems like I trod miles today". The boy's member was already engorged unbidden before his manacled hands even touched the gorgeous masculine feet before his face. Fingertips tracing the strong arches and soft toes, his throbbing urgency pressed against and loosened his loincloth until it fell unnoticed to the floor. His fingers danced lightly on and caressed the splendid feet as his manhood throbbed with the burning excitement of deepest pleasure. He fought against the urge to kiss and lick, unordered, these peerless smooth soles and toes. A losing battle... whatever the consequences, he could not resist a taste.

Flavius was becoming distracted by the sensuous foot massage and memories of the past flooded his brain. That unattractive slave in the baths who liked to smell and lick the sweaty feet of men after they exercised strenuously came to mind. He recalled other male lovers and slaves who had loved to caress and tongue his feet and the few men of his patrician equal whose feet he had worshipped and indulged his secret, lifelong passion on. Now this beautiful boy is reviving his long-buried pedal lusts. Could the slave know or suspect? No, NO! He moaned as the boy's wet tongue found his toes, slurped between each one and began soft sucking. What are this slave's feet like?... he hadn't noticed, other than, at the auction, they were filthy dirty .

Both slave and master were panting now as Flavius shifted down and, mesmerized, watched the boy devouring his wide soles zestily, his young erection bouncing, throbbing as the chains clinked softly. He chuckled as he found his own member standing tall from under his tunic. The boy looked up and saw it surging and his hand gently found his Master's urgent tumescence and stroked it as he sucked on a mouthful of toes. Flavius' other saliva-slick foot found the slave's satiny rod and rubbed it. The boy groaned and, kneeling over the end of the couch, licked Flavius' testicles. Then lapping up the shaft he found the glans and smothered it with his mouth. He dove deep down the shaft...up again ...and down...feeling the older man's thrusts meeting his. Hand and mouth working in tandem he urged on the explosion as master's feet gripped his member ...sliding soles and toes working him to imminent release.

In time with the beat of his master's rising rhythm, the boy felt that tightening under his furry orbs that signaled coming ecstasy......No, not yet, he felt, but gave in to the rising feeling and purring deep in his penis- full throat, gushed forth jets of pearly male essence on his lord's flexing toes.

Flavius felt the throbbing spurts of sticky wetness on his toes as the slave's expert ministrations brought his renewed passion to the summit of sensual intensity. Oh sly bliss, he thought, as his deep well of mature lust rose suddenly like a flood..back arching to drive hips upward, his dam broke and his mantool spurted forth copious streams of creamy seed on the boy's tongue. Moaning as his master grunted , the slave received the luscious offering and held it in his mouth. Opening his eyes Flavius, entranced, beheld the boy's smiling eyes as the youth took a seed smeared foot in each hand and proceeded to lap and paint the already glistening soles and undertoes with his mouth's additional fullness. Mixing their semen on his soles the slave licked and slurped and sucked both feet clean, swallowing with relish. Flavius sat up in wonder at the marvelous slave and with forefinger wiped an errant drop from the corner of the boy's mouth and licked it himself. Their eyes locked for endless seconds...they smiled and the slave demurely covered his loins with his rag. Flavius saw the red, raw chaffed wrists and ankles and the boy's smaller, perfectly shaped, clean, beautiful feet.

Dusky shadows filled the room as Flavius stood quickly and strode briskly to the door. "Lucco, come here now", he commanded. "Yes, Dominus". " Take this boy immediately to the farrier in the stables and have him strike off these shackles, salve and bandage his raw wrists and ankles, then clothe him properly in tunic and sandals and give him a comfortable room in the slave quarters. Has cook our food ready? I shall sup here and finish work before bed. Let the boy eat all he wants if he's still hungry. "Yes, Master, yes, Dominus, yes, yes", as Lucco led the youth out.

in the kitchen, the boy ate more and old Lucco even insisted that the cook give him excellent meat and wine. Drowsily he was led to a small room with a cot, blankets and a chamber pot. Tunic on peg and sandals off, he lay there naked, mind reeling and churning from the day's events. His master was splendid, handsome...and kind for one so prominent...and with such a strong well-kept body...and those feet... so strong and masculine ...shapely, with character and power like those he saw depicted on the glowing marble statues as he was led in chains through the city. Master liked what I did with his feet and manhood...I felt it, I know it.....but the creeping doubts still plagued his brain from resting.....am I just a slave to serve master on occasion? .....will I please him?...I will serve him in every way...I am so alone....did my mother and sister survive?....will I ever see them again?.... my father is dead fighting these Romans....but this is so good, so much better than I ever could have hoped for....just a lowly slave to grow old ...oh, sold off if master dies...what will happen to me?...a nameless, fatherless slaveboy to be worked hard and used for occasional pleasure..... he tossed fitfully, and blessed slumber soon overtook and stilled his mind's torments.

*****

Flavius worked and ate the supper Lucco brought in when he lit the lamps.

He couldn’t concentrate well, his mind spun with thoughts of the boy. So beautiful...and he seemed to adore my feet and body... no, it was not a slave’s sham...yes, he, like me, has a passion for feet...it must be genuine....dammit, stop thinking about a mere slave, man...you are a Proconsul for at least these 3 remaning months of office...a patrician noble of Rome...hes just a Britannic, barbarian slave boy...get him out of your brain...finish the work and go to your bedchamber and sleep...you are acting like an infatuated teen.....mmmm, he’s a teen, I wonder if he’s infatuated with me?...STOP IT!! .... Now finish working!

Finally the last wax tablet was composed for the copyist to transcribe to parchment for dispatch. Flavius blew out the lamps and left his study. In the broad open peristyle Lucco dozed in a chair, it was the fourth hour of night. Flavius shook him awake. “Yes, Dominus”? “ I am off to bed, old friend, no, you go to your room and sleep, I can manage getting undressed and into my bed”, Flavius said so gently.

Lucco grinned and chuckled silently within. Aaah, master is so mild now. I wonder what has come over him, he foxily speculated and shuffled off. “ Oh, and Lucco, before you sleep, bring the new slave to my room”, the Dominus added, as if by afterthought. “ Yes, Master”, the old servant replied without turning, hiding a wide, wide grin.

Lucco roused the boy who sleepily came awake. “ The Dominus desires your attendance upon him”, Lucco said in his old formal way. Groggily, the boy followed him through the house and started for the study. “No, no, this way, Master’s in his sleeping chamber”, Lucco redirected the youth. At the door, Lucco quietly tapped, opened it and said, “Go in”.

Dim light cast a golden glow over the large chamber as the boy’s heart lept with joy at seeing his Master lounging on the large bed. “Close the door behind you”, Flavius sat up in only a thin white linen bed shirt. Moving to the foot of the bed, he sat, “ Now doff your clothes and let me look at you”.

The slave quickly stepped out of his sandals and pulled off his tunic and stood there in naked glorious flesh. Flavius appraised the boy’s smooth, supple body for several minutes and then rose on bare feet and strode to the youth.

He softly touched the supple hairless chest, arms, neck, sides, back, buttocks....reaching over and caressing firm muscular thighs and flanks as he marvelled at the beauty of those perfect feet and toes. The slave’s arousal was immediate as he stood in bliss as Flavius rose and gently kissed his neck and shoulders and then let his own garment slide crumpled to the floor.

He took a soft hand and led him to the bed. “Now I will have you, my godling”, as they lay down side by side. Flavius kissed the youthful arms and chest, licked erect nipples as the boy’s hands reached for him. “No, lie still, let me adore you”, he took the young hands and placed them above the sandy curls and resumed kissing and licking the boy’s neck and ear lobes, nibbling them, licking armpits as his tongue made its slow progress down chest and belly, bypassing the waving, now oozing shaft and downy eggs. His hands stroking and caressing firm inner thighs he slurped over them to muscular calves and sat between spread sturdy legs.

Then he took each foot in both hands tenderly like it was a rare porcelain vase and showered each wiggling toe and flexing sole with kisses. Then swirling tongue traced each sinuous sole curve back up to lick each toe. Both were moaning with delicious joy as warm, wet mouth closed on each toe sucking, licking between each, nibbling as the slave, hips thrusting, panted deeply.

This is no boy, Flavius mused as he gorged lustily on lovely pink and alabaster creamy soles and toes and viewed a man's well-formed engine surging and flowing liquid crystal droplets down the slave's engorgement. It had been much too long since he had enjoyed, if ever, such a prize, he recalled...I must have a taste of this delectable treasure. Bending over, he flicked the droplets with extended tongue and grasping the shaft between encircled thumb and forefinger, milked up more sweet juices as his tongue lapped and swirled.

The boy moaned with labored delight as the older mouth engulfed his urgency and brought him ever closer to hotly desired relief. "Not now, not so soon", Flavius grinned. " I must feast on these adorable feet again before I taste your sweet man's essence", he purred as he slurped and gobbled each toe and sole with feverish intensity for many more ecstatic minutes.

The slave was undulating and groaning as Flavius said, " Now boy, give it up, I want every sweet drop", and resumed wetly stroking the slick shaft as his mouth, in tandem, sucked with wild abandon. The slave had never felt such feelings, such overwhelming passion. His senses transported to unimaginable heights he surrendered to the tightening in his groin that signaled he was fast approaching that most dulcet place where his climax was imminent. His torso and limbs taut as plucked, vibrating bowstrings, he gave deep voice to his emotions.

"Aaaahhh", he inhaled, "Oooooooh," he groaned as his seed spurted and gushed like a fountain.

Flavius' mouth accepted the offering, savored the boy' s seemingly endless thick, rich seed with soul-famished greed, and gulped the ambrosia as he felt the slave shake and twitch satedly at last. He lay beside the boy and held him close as the youth nestled in his arms and rested. They kissed, softly and deeply, entwined. I am at peace at last, Flavius thought.....I am restored...whole again after the long soul-crushing years of loss and sadness....I feel like a young man again with this wonder. Gazing deeply into the clear blue eyes which smiled lovingly back at him he said, "What is your name, my Adonis"?

"Versutugus, my Lord", the boy replied. " I shall have to give you a new name", the man mused.

"How about, Marcus, after my dear grandfather, Marcus Licinius Flavius, the senator"?

"Yes, Master, I shall be your slave, Marcus, and serve you well, willingly and obediently in every way, forever, Sir", the worshipful boy replied as a shadow of disappointment quickly darkened his peaceful smile, then passed. "How old are you, Marcus?" " Only seventeen, Sir, for three more months". " Ah, you'll be a man in the month of Julius Caesar, the month when I leave office and retire from public life", the older reflected.

They talked softly for many minutes. Marcus, asked, "Sir, in your study I saw many scrolls in the rack with strange writing on their tags, what are they"? "They are in Greek; plays, philosophies, treatises and essays by the old masters", he replied. "I would like to learn to read them", said Marcus. "

Then you shall, Lucco is Greek and will teach you", Flavius said. So curious, how bright and inquisitive this boy is, so like my lost son, the older thought sadly. "Marcus, do you have family?", he querried pensively. " Yes, Dominus, I think...I hope I do. We heard my father had been killed during the repression of the revolt before my mother and sister were taken captive with me. I hope they are alive still with a master as good and kind as you, my Lord ", he said with tears welling and beginning to flow down cheeks resting on the older man's chest.

Flavius felt a rush of pathos and fought hard not to weep as he blurted, "My only son, Marcellus, also died in the Britannic rebellion... he was a young military tribune ...his death shattered my wife, Cornelia, and she never recovered from the deep loss and died in crushing despair several months later".

His composure gone, he shook and gave in the sobs as the boy also wept in his arms. Yielding to exhaustion they held each other close and drifted off in slumber as outside the first birds chirped their heralding of a new morn.

Lucco paced peevishly outside the chamber as the bright day lengthened into full morning. It is the fifth hour after dawn ...so unlike my master to sleep so late.....and with the new slave boy too....I peeked in and saw them embracing still.....he wryly grumbled. Flavius awoke and lay there musing. I am alive now...whole again...feeling revived in the passion and youthful ardor of thirty years ago....and all because of this princeling boy...this wonderful gift.... this slaveson of my new heart ! And then it struck him like a bolt of divine lightning. I shall do it...yes, I shall...YES, a thousand times, YES !!!

He hugged Marcus groggily awake. " Wake, boy, wake to our new day and life", he beamed like a man possessed.

"Yes, Master", as the boy bolted upright, " What is the matter"? " Matter"? " Just a matter I must take care of this day", was Flavius' enigmatic reply. " Lucco ! ", he shouted, " Quit scratching around like a mouse outside the door and attend us", he commanded. Lucco entered flustered, "Yes, my Dominus". "Fetch this boy, Marcus, a fine tunic and sandals, for we are going to the courts of law today", he beamed.

" Certainly, Master", the old servant hastened to find the garments. The boy dressed quickly in the proffered finery as Flavius donned his toga of office.

They strode briskly through the house and into the street . As they walked through the forum Marcus saw the slave market with renewed horror, as only the day before he had been a chained slave for sale there. He shuddered as they passed on and came to the wide marble steps leading up to the portico of the central law courts. Flavius halted and grasped the youth's shoulders and locked eyes.

"My son, you have given me a gift beyond price, you have restored my life and happiness, and given this old heart renewed love. Today I return the gift, for today I give you your freedom, and with your consent as a freeman, I will adopt you as my son and heir.

For as Britannia has cost us each a son and a father, now both shall be restored to us. Henceforth you shall be Marcus Licinius Flavius, my adored and treasured son". Marcus smiled wide as his eyes glistened with moistness, " Yes, Father, I shall be your worthy son, and you my honored father forever, and I shall serve you and adore you still, in every way".

"And I you, my dear son".