Bara

Flavius Aulus

Book I, Chapters 8-13

Chapter 8

Private Black decided that he had not heard heard Flavius rudeness as it seemed to steady John who gradually gained in confidence. Flavius and the others followed John's instructions while in his turn John had been lent a mobile phone and shown how to use it so that he could call the head gardener at the palace for advice or pass on messages from Flavius.

That night he took Flavius to his quarters.

"I'm entitled to a personal servant and you're my first choice while on this duty. You're good looking, use your initiative and you're tough," the soldier said, "General Maximilian has the idea that you would sponsor me for officer training and after the Emperor you're my commanding officer, yet I'm supposed to see you as just a slave that I can fuck if I feel like it. It's crazy."

"If you wanted the Governor's sponsorship, shouldn't you have been nice and kind to him so that he thinks of you as a friend?"

"Maybe. However I treat you I'm trying to get something out of it. That's what worries me. I heard you swear at that slave this morning and just then you forget to call me, sir. Do I let you off because I'm sucking up to you or because you helped calm John."

"The Emperor says that he can't trust a man who says that doesn't want anything from him," Flavius grinned cheekily, "The Governor would like you to let me off this time providing I'm not rude again, sir and I would like to be your servant. Slaves don't have to worry about plots, wars and politics, sir."

Private Black might have hesitated longer but there was a knock at the door and like a good servant Flavius went to answer it.

The visitor was Private Black's friend, the one who had followed Prince Ignatius the day before. He was vaguely surprised to see that Private Black had a slave but he thrust a bottle of Scotch into Flavius hands, telling him to open it and fetch a couple of glasses.

"Reg, can you tell the boy to vanish," the visitor said, "I've got something to tell you about that guy you had me follow yesterday."

Reg grinned, "It's true what they say then, people never look at slaves."

Reg's friend turned to look at Flavius but as he did so there was another knock. General Maximilian had arrived with Steven.

"Relax. I don't normally invade my soldiers time off but Steven here would like to talk to Flavius."

Reg was getting used to dealing with his superiors in unusual situations and merely stood long enough to greet the General and offer him a seat. His friend was less relaxed trying to stand at attention holding a glass of whisky.

"Joe, sit down," Reg commanded, "You're behaving like a rookie fresh out of basic training. Now! What were you going to say about yesterday?"

"That guy you asked me to follow. It's Prince Ignatius but he registered as Julius Mobius. I recognised him though. He's Commander in Chief of my old legion before I transferred here. He was talking to some Lady in the Hotel Britannia."

"OK son, I'm going to stop you there. It was a good try but you got in the way of a secret service agent. He saw the Lady Octavia. Do you know what's going on."

"Only the gossip, sir," Joe replied, "Some of the Nobles are planning a coup. They talk in front of slaves and it leaks out. Are you trying to stop them, sir."

"Flavius?" General Maximilian said.

"Yes, we're going to stop them," Flavius said angrily, "If it wasn't for a promise, Octavia would be dead by now. They're trying to do it legally for now but when they try something I can get them for then I'll make this week seem like a health spar."

Joe thought back to the General's remarks about traitors being strangled with their own intestines and suddenly believed him. He also understood how Flavius was clear on who his friends were and what he expected from them.

"This week isn't over yet so how about attending to your duties and filling our glasses."

Everyone except Steven looked startled. He was just amused thinking it could have been Hans speaking. Flavius jumped as Reg swatted his backside and he hurried to obey.

"Joe. We'll have this drink and head for a bar," Reg said, "The General has business to deal with."

"Excuse me sir, these are your quarters," Flavius said, "The Governor thinks you're an ally and doesn't see why you should leave."

Private Black glanced at his General who shrugged, "Unless you've got state secrets, Steven, let's have your news."

"It's nothing much, sir," Steven replied, "The lady Julia has started on the reception. She wants to know who's going to help with your speech."

"Speech?" Flavius asked.

"She says that you need to clear the air. Play down this graffiti business and explain your plans for the future. Say that you're going to review the role that the House of Sparta plays in your life and that you'll remember your position in the future. That sort of thing."

"I suppose it's a good idea. I'll think about what I'm going to say. Anything else?"

"Should she invite Octavia and Publicus? Maybe a public reconciliation would make it harder for them to back an impeachment."

Flavius stumbled. He had worked a long exhausting day and he was still acting as a servant. He was almost too tired to think.

"Invite them as members of the Noble classes. We can always greet them as family at the time but I need time to think."

"Unless there's anything urgent, that's enough," Reg said firmly, "Flavius go lay on my bed. I'll be there later. Be ready."

Joe stared at his friend. Surely he was going to be in big trouble for the way he was treating Flavius.

"You've taken my advice then," General Maximilian said, "I told you he was tough."

"Yes sir. Perhaps your boy could fill our glasses again. Joe looks as though he needs one."

General Maximilian grinned, "I do apologise for bursting in like this but Steven often spends a night with me so it's not unusual for him to be in the barracks."

"So he can carry messages to and from the Palace," Joe said brightly.

"If you'd like to stay and help finish this bottle off, sir, you'd be very welcome," Reg said, "And then I'm going to chuck you all out. I've got to be up early and I need some sleep."

When Reg finally staggered into bed he fell asleep with Flavius spooned into him and his arms wrapped round the boy. He awoke the next morning to a gentle shake, just before dawn. Flavius stood beside the bed with Reg's breakfast on a tray.

He was sporting a full blown hard on which refused to go down. Reg's cock, already half hard, stiffened in sympathy. As Reg ate he wondered how Flavius would cope being 'on display' while he worked and how long before it deflated through tiredness caused by the hard work.

Reg wanted his own relief and depriving Flavius of his chance would be too cruel. Telling Flavius to put the tray down and straddle him, Flavius willingly obeyed and guided Reg's cock up inside himself gradually sinking down until he could feel Reg's pubes against his arse. He began riding up and down the shaft impaling him as Reg grabbed his cock and stroked it with increasing intensity. Flavius came first shooting wads over Reg's chest. As Reg felt Flavius clamp tight around him, he shot deep into the boy.

Flavius' face screwed up with pain and he cried out. Briefly Reg was scared that he had ripped the boy internally but it dawned on him that he was still holding his cock and in the intensity of the moment had squeezed it hard. As he let go Flavius relaxed but made no attempt to move. Only Reg's softening cock separated them.

"Have you eaten, yet?" Reg asked.

"Yes sir," Flavius replied, "We were taught how to behave at the training camp."

The remaining days of his punishment followed the pattern that had been set except Reg did not have visitors very often. While Brutus and Luke slept or played with each other, Flavius would serve Reg - cleaning his equipment, washing his clothes, preparing food as well as having his hole filled whenever Reg wanted it. Reg tended to stay naked and often, being bent over the sink, ironing board, chair or wherever he was working, was the first warning that Flavius had that he was about to be penetrated.

Flavius fell asleep the second he was allowed to lay down yet he always managed to be firmly nestled into Reg's hard, muscular and comforting body.

Even when he was working on the flower beds, clearing brambles, digging ready for planting he felt safe when he knew that Reg was nearby. He might earn the occasional lash when he slacked off but Reg seemed to protect him from the bigger dangers he was facing.

When his sentence was completed he slept for nearly a day. His extra duties serving Reg left him drained and weary. Even Hans was concerned about his gaunt appearance when he returned to the Palace but Flavius was strangely content and missed Reg.

Whenever he lived in his own quarters there would a steady stream of flunkies wanting to hand over responsibility to him. They made the decisions when he was unavailable but seemed unable to do so when he was present and inevitably he retreated to the House of Sparta. He managed to rest for a day with Hans keeping everyone away.

Hans had even managed to stand up to Flavius' mother, Julia, and ensured that she did not bother him about the reception.

When he was feeling like his old self he summoned Germanicus and they worked together in his office for an afternoon preparing his speech. The following day he went over it with General Maximilian and Chief Williams. He spent that evening in the House of Sparta with his friends. Brutus and Luke were fully recovered and although Luke was unused to his new companions and being part of the Palace household he grinned happily when he saw Flavius.

Alan was his usual cheerful self, kneeling between Titus and his son, Marcus. Hans and Steven concentrated on serving Germanicus, Juan, Matthew and Harold, the Board of Guardians looking after Flavius' interests.

Conversation centred around the reception. In particular, Luke's parents who had been invited. Flavius had been as surprised as anyone that Julia had included them along with Steven's mother and father. Although not yet fully comfortable with her son's egalitarian attitudes she was aware of the respect that the House of Sparta was gaining and she wanted to show her support.

The reception itself followed a similar pattern to the previous one until Flavius began his speech. He looked around the hall. Octavia, Publicus and Prince Ignatius were standing with Senator Crallus and a small group of Nobles. There seemed to be a gap between them and the rest of the crowd but it was narrow, almost invisible.

"I made a stupid mistake a little while ago," he began, " My excuse is that I'm a boy, my friends are boys and we make boyish mistakes. However, I put my Governorship at risk, left the province a little less stable and so I let the Emperor down. As a boy I have a lot to learn and I have learnt many lessons from my experiences, especially about trust.

Flavius paused and glanced around the room. The crowd was listening, fascinated by what he was saying.

"My guard, from the House of Sparta. is made up of all ranks from slaves to Nobles. In various ways they have all proved their loyalty to me and my service to the Emperor and I see them all as noble," Flavius paused looking for his cousin, "Marcus, come and stand by me."

Marcus stepped hesitantly forward.

"It is my wish that Marcus be recognised as my heir until the birth of my first son. Should anything happen to me I ask that the Board of Guardians and the House of Sparta support him until his twenty first birthday."

Marcus looked stunned and Flavius waited until his guests had settled down again.

"Some of you think that I should be impeached because of my recent behaviour. If that is your honest opinion so be it. I expect you to be true to yourself and you will still be welcome at the House of Aulus. My defence is that I behaved little better than a slave, I was punished as a slave and I deserved it. I did not plead the protection of the House of Aulus nor the Governor's Palace and my back assures me that I did not receive it."

Flavius glanced round the room again as the chuckles died down. The gap between Octavia's gang and the rest of the audience seemed a little clearer and the gang seemed smaller.

"I must stress that the office of Governor had no part in my activities."

Flavius sensed that he had made his point and it was time to move on.

"This province is loyal to the Emperor and will remain so for as long as I'm Governor. When I put it's stability at risk it was through stupidity and I was punished. If anyone does so out of treachery then they can expect punishment appropriate to their crime. I will not show leniency when I did not expect it for myself."

Flavius paused again. His last line had been a cue for Reg and Joe to enter the hall in full uniform and approach Octavia's group.

"Publicus Aulus. You are under arrest for being drunk and disorderly, criminal damage and using insulting language. Come with us, please."

Publicus was too stunned to protest but a babble of excited conversation built up as guests absorbed what had just happened.

Flavius raised his hand asking for silence and looked directly at Octavia. "I made a promise to protect someone from harm. I can only keep that promise for another twenty four hours. After that time, anyone in this province involved in plots against the Emperor will be arrested, irrespective of rank. It will not be a witch hunt. The evidence will be genuine and substantial but it might not have anything to do with treachery."

Octavia, Senator Crallus and Prince Ignatius were now alone and Flavius had been looking in their direction while he spoke. The noise from the floor fell silent again as the crowd realised that Flavius was waiting for a reaction. The tension became physical as the entire room stared at the gang of three.

"I'm a Prince of the Imperial family. How dare you try to humiliate me like this," Prince Ignatius roared out.

"You attacked a slave when you first arrived. That is damaging municipal property. You arrived in town as Julius Mobius and that is the name on your invitation. Don't forget that I have experience in not embarrassing noble houses over petty crimes. General Maximilian, if you please."

The General spoke into a small handset and four more soldiers entered the hall. Still obviously furious Prince Ignatius fumbled inside a pocket. Instantly there were four guns pointing at him. He stopped then very slowly withdrew his hand holding the gun between two fingers. At a nod from Flavius, General Maximilian arrested Prince Ignatius under the name of Julius Mobius who was then led away by the four soldiers.

Octavia had assumed that her invitation had been because of Flavius weakness and a need to come to terms with his enemies. She had been deluded enough to think maybe she could control him the way she planned on manipulating Publicus. She did not realise it yet but she was about to lose everything. Titus had planned on giving her estates to provide her with an income after their divorce. In the meantime she was living on credit and Flavius had just destroyed any influence she might have. Titus no longer felt that he could support her in any way and withdrew his promise of the estates so that, not only would she be unable to borrow any more, she would be unable to pay back her loans.

Flavius still felt obliged to honour his promise to Marcus and persuaded Titus to transfer the estates to his son. Marcus then paid his mother a pension for the rest of her life. He would also pay off her debts. Her creditors only had to ask. Of course if they did ask they would be implicated in her plotting.

All that would be in the future. For now Flavius had the rest of the reception to get through. For rest of the evening he circulated among his guests. Those associated with Octavia were ignored. One or two had supported his impeachment but not the plotting. Flavius greeted them formally and made them feel welcome. Others, he greeted warmly, treating them like friends. Reg and Joe returned, standing stiffly to attention as they reported to General Maximilian. Flavius spoiled the military effect by hugging Reg then insisting on fetching the soldiers a drink. His demeanour was a caricature of an obedient slave which had everyone laughing. He spoke with Luke's parents putting them at ease as well as with the Cirensons. The rest of the Sparta boys took turns in guarding him. There were always two standing just behind him. Except for Alan and Hans they all had a chance to spend time with their parents. Alan was able to stand with Titus and Marcus for a time and Hans was called over to Julia.

"All of Flavius' friends seem to gaining something except you," she said, "Even the other slave seems to have a new family. So what do you want?"

"I don't know My Lady," Hans replied, "I'm used to being a slave. Master Flavius is no ordinary owner and I like serving him."

"Sit down, boy and have a drink."Julia commanded, "I'm sorry. I should have asked, not ordered but I'd like you to sit down and relax. Flavius is showing the world how he deals with his friends, and his enemies. Let them see that you're a friend."

She called Flavius over.

"While you're showing your gratitude to your supporters, you're forgetting your oldest ally. Have you considered giving him his freedom?"

"You've changed, Mother," Flavius laughed, "You seem to cavort with slaves more than I do nowadays."

"Maybe," Julia acknowledged, "but it's part of Roman culture that slavery's not natural. There's always been manumission and laws on the treatment of slaves. I'm beginning to understand why. Now why is Hans here the only one not being rewarded for your success?"

"Hans and I have talked about it. I owe him and when he wants something he'll get it. In the meantime, if I neglect my duties tonight I'll be in trouble with him when we're back in the House of Sparta."

Julia saw the conspiratorial grin the two boys shared.

"In that case I shall consider it my motherly duty to get him a little drunk so that he doesn't notice all your mistakes," Julia said lightly trying to match her son's mood.

Some time later, Marcus approached Flavius.

"What's going to happen to Publicus?" he asked.

I haven't decided yet," Flavius replied, "Joshua was promised a reward for getting me into trouble so your brother succeeded in betraying him and me. I don't like that."

"Neither do I," Marcus replied, "He's still my brother though so I've got to ask. Will you go easy on him? Mother pushed him."

"If he wants to be a lapdog then I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life walking on all fours with a collar and leash. I'm sorry Marcus but there's a price for going up against me."

Marcus shrugged, "He got me into trouble often enough. If you hadn't gone along with Joshua he'd have tried something else and kept trying until you slipped up. It's his way to make himself out the angel and me the devil. I mean this time it was you."

The reception began to wind down and Flavius was able to escape to his bed. For once he slept in his own quarters in the Palace. Julia had kept her promise and Hans was in no fit state to look after Flavius. Luke volunteered to act as servant.

He spent the night asleep on the floor beside Flavius' bed and the morning laying beside Flavius with Flavius' cock firmly impaling him. Flavius had found the previous night emotionally exhausting and he needed to rest. As General Maximilian pointed out he needed the comfort that a warm body provides and he slept until past noon wrapped around Luke.

The only business he conducted that day was a conference between himself, Titus, Marcus and Germanicus. Flavius had destroyed any opposition against him. With Marcus, his ally, declared heir and Publicus arrested for drunkenness there was no credible replacement for Flavius. At least none that Octavia could manipulate. She was now useless to any rebellion and completely dependent on the family she had betrayed. It was Germanicus who suggested that Marcus have estates and administer his mother's pension. And, it was Germanicus who suggested that it be enough to allow her a small cottage in a remote village and a single servant.

Prince Ignatius was transferred to Rome. His treatment at Flavius' hands swung between amusement and annoyance. To have been outwitted by a boy had destroyed his credibility as a leader of a rebellion. Being arrested on such a trivial offence made him a laughing stock. Flavius had used his own arrest and trial, which had avoided using his role as Governor, as a precedent. Prince Ignatius had the choice of involving the Imperial family in a petty crime or facing the charge incognito. On the other hand he was a member of the Imperial family and Flavius should have treated him with more respect.

The Emperor ruled that, since the case was against Julius Mobius, if Julius Mobius and all his aliases, ceased to exist then so did the case. The ruling meant that Prince Ignatius could be arrested if he ever travelled incognito again and so all his movements became part of the Imperial record. It made his position as a leader of a rebellion even harder to sustain.

The evidence against Octavia and Prince Ignatius was flimsy and the time was long gone when they could have been quietly assassinated so humiliation and isolation were very useful substitutes.

Publicus' trial came up a couple of days after the reception. He looked relieved when he saw Flavius and Marcus in court but fear showed when no one offered to help with his defence. He could only stand and agree with the list of trouble he had caused when it was read out. Flavius had ordered that an investigator look into Publicus behaviour as far back as possible and he gasped when the total bill for compensation was read out and showed real terror when it became obvious that no one was going to pay it for him. He had received a generous allowance from his parents which he had spent but he had no savings.

The court ruled that he be enslaved and sold. It was then that Flavius stood up.

"Your Honour, this slave used to be a part of my family. It could be that an unscrupulous buyer might try to take advantage of the fact. I would therefore like to make the purchase directly. I'll match the full asking price which covers the compensation which I believe to be above the market value."

Flavius was right. At seventeen he would only be bought as a labourer and Publicus was chubby and unfit. The court agreed with Flavius and the deal was done. Publicus still hoped that Flavius would save him but he was beginning to dread his future.

Publicus was taken to a cell and a collar fitted to his neck with iron bars and cuffs for his wrists. Once in place his arms were held in line with his shoulders but wider apart. A chain hanging from the ceiling was attached to his collar so that he had to stand upright.

It seemed an age before Flavius arrived for him still accompanied by Marcus.

"Am I glad to see you," Publicus said as he saw Flavius. "Look what these idiots have done to me."

Flavius drove his fist hard into Publicus' solar plexus. He tried doubling over with the pain but the chain held him up. Flavius slapped his face hard.

"You will show respect to your betters, boy," Flavius said sharply, "Get used to your new situation."

Flavius took a knife from a slave, slipped it under Publicus' clothes and sliced. The clothes fell away leaving Publicus naked; the slave removing Publicus' shoes.

Flavius might not deign to kneel to deal with Publicus' footwear, but he was making Publicus' humiliation very personal. He was dressed in expensive, smart but informal clothes, appropriate for his brief speech in court while stripping Publicus of every shred of dignity. Flavius began examining Publicus body. He handled it, feeling for muscle tone, opening the new slaves mouth to check his teeth and examining his eyes. He ordered the slave serving him to wash Publicus genitals and crack before checking those regions.

Flavius was not being deliberately sexual but the thrill of destroying and humiliating his defeated enemy was a definite turn on. Publicus could only stand and accept whatever Flavius chose to do, learning that his body was now merely property for his Master's use. He thought of asking for Flavius' mercy but did not dare risk further punishment. Sooner or later his Mother would rescue him and demand some sort of compensation for his treatment.

"You can have whatever's left over when I've finished with him," Flavius said to Marcus, "You can free him if you like. It won't matter because he'll only be a Freed Man.

Publicus had lost all rank and status at his enslavement. Variations of laws dating back to the earliest times of the Empire prevented him from gaining any other rank other than Freed Man although his children could go higher. Marcus was a noble and therefore, legally, he was Titus' only surviving son and heir. Titus was thinking of adopting Alan. If Marcus died then Titus' heir would jump to Alan's future children if he ever married. If, afterwards, Titus re-adopted Publicus then legally his children would be junior to Alan's. Once Marcus married and had his own natural son then that boy would be heir. It was all very complicated but in law Publicus had lost all title in the House of Aulus and most importantly it was impossible for him to succeed Flavius.

Allowing Publicus to be enslaved had been a shrewd suggestion by Germanicus and Flavius relished in the destruction of his enemies.

Publicus was beginning to understand what had happened to him and that he was now useless to his Mother. Flavius attached a leash to the ring on the front of Publicus collar before releasing the chain.

"You can hold the leash, Marcus, "Flavius said, "Let's get him home and then we'll start on his training."

Centuries ago victorious generals would parade through Rome in a Triumph. There was a trace of that ancient custom in Flavius' progress back to the Palace. He led the way followed by Marcus leading Publicus, still naked and in irons. Flavius would stop, greeting friends or nobles, sometimes including Marcus in the conversation. Publicus could just stand, his body completely exposed to inspection. Given his lack of fitness the appraisals led to ridicule and scorn. He was tainted by the word, treachery and no one sympathised with his situation.

At one point Flavius and Marcus had sat outside a tavern enjoying a drink with a Noble who was openly opposed to his education reforms. They argued the issues and Marcus could see that the Noble was impressed with some of the points that Flavius had made. The friendliness that Flavius showed to a Noble who openly opposed him, made Publicus' situation even worse, emphasising the deceit and back stabbing activities of Publicus and his mother.

Back at the Palace a slave greeted Flavius and led Publicus down to the slave's quarters into the room where Flavius had tortured David. Like the court house Publicus was left standing with his collar clipped to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Flavius had called a meeting of the Board of Guardians and included the fathers of Brutus and Luke. They met in his office while the other Sparta boys served refreshments.

"I've been talking to the Emperor. He's not happy that I've humiliated a member of the Imperial family but since he insisted on describing Ignatius as the family idiot I don't think it's too serious."

He paused while the others chuckled at his remarks.

"Prince Ignatius' plot was regarded as a low grade risk. The Imperial Palace reckons that it would have taken about five hundred years before it became a real threat. The plan was simple; stir up unrest in a province, the Governor then makes concessions to the Prince's people so that they get a little bit more control.

"Prince Ignatius seemed to believe that there'll be a critical point where they've got so much influence they'll be able to go for the Imperial Throne. He's enough of a megalomaniac to believe that the crisis could be any day. Because I'm a boy I was seen as weak and vulnerable. This Province is of vital strategic importance and he has interests in Scandinavia. I wasn't told what they are but we became a prime target. The theft of papers was the start of their campaign and they had a list of other tricks ready to try and undermine my Governorship.

"My stupidity in going along with Joshua was a bonus. They saw my fraternising with the lower ranks as weakness and completely underestimated the loyalty of all my friends. They also grossly over-estimated their own intelligence and the support they truly had. Most were hangers on who thought the wind was blowing in their direction.

"We might not have saved the Empire but we have stopped a major irritation. Prince Ignatius was an embarrassment. No one thought of having him arrested under his alias before but it does keep the Imperial Family out of the records. His defence will argue that Brutus was rude and deserved a far worse punishment so the charges won't stick and the case will be quietly buried. The real point is, if I can do it and not be called to Rome, then so can any Governor. My own trial and punishment has set a precedent and now has Imperial approval. If Ignatius tries his tricks again Imperial lawyers will unofficially advise governors on possible charges. He could spend an awful lot of time in police cells."

The others chuckled again. They had all known that something was going on but it had never been very clear, so it had been good to have the bigger picture explained.

"Uncle Titus. I'm sorry about Aunt Octavia and Publicus but they were plotting against me," Flavius said, "I can't ignore that."

"No! You can't," Titus replied, "I'm not happy at you involving Marcus though. I'd rather hand those estates over to you."

"If you did that, she'd starve by Winter," Flavius replied, "Marcus spoke up for them and he can look after them. I'm going to give Publicus to him but first I'll see that he's properly trained so that Marcus can manage him."

"Supposing I give him his freedom back?" Marcus asked.

"What will you do with him? Send him away. There's a shortage of gardeners. He could train with my slave John. Whatever happens he's no longer your brother and he can't claim any family titles. He's downstairs waiting for me and I'm going to make him sorry he tried to cross me. I've told you before, you're only going to get what's left."

Flavius pressed a buzzer on his desk and Craig, who had been summoned earlier, entered. Craig was the slave who had been involved in the stolen papers.

"There's a new slave in your quarters," Flavius said, breathing heavily, "Start his education. Show him what happens when he betrays me. I'll be down later so just soften him up and let him know what to expect."

Craig looked shocked. There was a fire in Flavius eyes that he had never seen before and it scared him.

"Please, Master," Craig cried out, "It sounds as if you want me to torture him. We don't do that to new slaves."

Flavius leapt up, leaning across the desk to slap Craig hard across the face.

"How dare you tell me what I do and don't do. I'll have skin off your back as well. Get down there and wait for me."

Flavius had run from behind his desk with his hand raised to strike Craig again. Suddenly his arm was grabbed and he was yanked back. He turned to Harold glaring angrily at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harold yelled, the fury evident in his voice, "You do not treat anyone like that or is everything you've achieved so far a sham?"

Flavius relaxed, the colour draining from his face as Harold let go of his arm. Without warning his legs lost all their strength and he would have fallen if Craig had not grabbed him.

As Flavius regained regained consciousness he wrapped his arms round Craig, sobbing uncontrollably. Craig looked confused not knowing what was happening or what to do.

Harold pointed to a chair and Craig sat down carefully pulling Flavius onto his lap.

"What's wrong with Flavius?" Marcus asked worriedly.

"He's learning something about himself," Hans said quietly, "He's got all those adult responsibilities and he's discovering how good it feels to have all that power over people. The House of Sparta exists so that he can learn to control it all. Let him cry all the fears and worries of the last few weeks out of him.

Hans was talking to Flavius as much as anyone.

"Would everybody else go through to the House of Sparta, please. The boys will look after our guests."

Hans looked at Titus, "Should we call his Mother?"

"Not yet," he replied, " Alan, stay here and look after them. Get Craig anything he wants."

Once they were settled in the House of Sparta, Germanicus said, "It must be difficult for you, Titus, knowing what your nephew and your wife and son are trying to do to each other.

Titus nodded miserably, "I feel like I'm going to burst. What do you think, Harold? Do you think that was just a reaction to everything?"

Harold shrugged.

"I don't know for certain but I would think so. He's probably still grieving for his father and so much has happened since the funeral. He needs a rest. Hans send someone to see how Publicus is doing. I don't know what Flavius is going to do but there's no point in accidentally damaging him."

Titus nodded gratefully. He was ashamed of his son's treachery and sympathised with Flavius' anger. He was also disappointed with Publicus' weakness. He blamed himself for letting his wife, Octavia, decide on his upbringing. But, Publicus was still his son and Titus wanted to help him. The room fell silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.

Craig could not move. Flavius had fallen into a deep sleep, arms wrapped tightly around him. Harold was right, Flavius was exhausted. He had only slowly come to realise that the troubles of the last few weeks were finally past him and a reaction had set in.

Hans looked in the office every so often to check but did not disturb anyone. Finally Titus went and spoke to Flavius' mother, Julia.

Chapter 9

Flavius had permitted the two to live together and since then, their love and devotion for each other had become the stuff of gossip throughout the Palace, including its guests.

Ty's confidence had improved but he was still terrified of being noticed by his masters. This time he grasped the situation and was able to take Flavius from Craig, while Alan helped Craig to stand.

As always Julia looked on, amazed at the way the slaves worked. Her husband had controlled every move, ready to punish any mistake. Flavius gave them their heads and left them to get the job done. Julia could see the benefits in Flavius' methods as the little procession made it's way to the bedroom.

"Would My Lady care to retire while we undress him and put him to bed?" Craig asked.

"Yes. Thank you. Strip off yourselves so that you can get in with him. Make sure there's always one to hold him but apart from that make yourselves at home. I'll be back shortly."

It would not do for Flavius to be embarrassed by Julia seeing him naked but, of course, slaves had no such modesty.

Alan was sent back to the House of Sparta when she returned. Ty was in bed with Flavius still clinging tightly while Craig was gently exercising to get the circulation going properly. He froze and stood when Julia entered the room but she simply reminded him to make himself at home.

Like all slaves, Craig was fit, without any fat on him; Julia appreciated the view. When he finished, uncertain what to do he nervously sat down opposite Julia only relaxing when Julia nodded approvingly.

No one spoke, not wanting to disturb Flavius. Julia decided to wait until morning before calling the doctor though she was determined that Flavius was going to see one but sleep seemed the best idea for now.

The whole Palace spent the night quietly worried. For the first time Steven refused an invitation to visit General Maximilian. The General headed straight for the Palace ready to wait all night in the waiting room but was shown up to the House of Sparta. Luke and Brutus stayed close to their fathers. Alan and Marcus clung to Titus while Hans and Steven sought reassurance from Harold but Steven soon found himself on General Maximilian's lap. The boys might enjoy the challenges of their lives in the House of Sparta but they could revert to being children without feeling embarrassed.

Ty and Craig slept in shifts with Flavius. Ty had to cope with sitting opposite Julia and accepting the drinks and refreshments she offered him.

Flavius began to stir not long after dawn. Craig was back in the bed with him and was awake instantly. Flavius was aware of the comforting warmth of the body beside him before he opened his eyes and his first conscious act was to move Craig's hand down onto his cock.

"We have company, Master," Craig murmured quietly in his ear.

It woke him enough to look around and saw his Mother and Ty sitting watching him.

"Good morning, Mother," he said still sleepy, "What's going on?"

"You're ill," Julia said simply, "Just lie there and rest."

"But I've got to report to Hans and deal with Publicus and those guys from the Town Hall and General Maximilian's weekly report and ………" Flavius tailed off.

"Hold him, Craig. He is not to get up until I say so."

She picked up the intercom handset.

"Is that Hans?"

"Good. Flavius wants to report to the House of Sparta. I say he needs to rest and be checked over by the doctor. What do you say?"

"Hang on for a moment and repeat it, will you?"

She put handset to Flavius ear saying, "Very well."

"You are to to do as your Mother says until the doctor says you are fit."

"Yes but…" Flavius tried to argue.

"There are no buts," Hans cut in, "You do as you are told."

"Yes sir," Flavius said, not realising that he had called Hans, sir, in front of his Mother.

"Thank you, Hans. Julia said, "Perhaps Titus, Marcus and you would join me for lunch. We'll decide what needs to be done."

Hans said something to Julia.

"No. It's no insult to you but Craig and Ty are simply slaves and he has no duties or obligations concerning them. He'll rest better with them."

Turning to Craig she asked, "Who would you be most scared of disobeying? Flavius, Hans or me?"

Craig caught the laughter in her eyes, "If it came to the Master's well being, it would be a toss up between you and Hans."

"Good! Don't you forget it. You are in charge until the doctor gives the all clear and Flavius will be in your care.

She paused for a moment.

"You know. I can't believe that I've just said that," she said, "His father must be turning in his grave at such an idea. Just see that he rests."

Craig smiled, "Don't worry, My Lady. I'll tie him to the bed if I have to."

"Oh, I don't care what games you boys get up to. You look as though your cock is up his arse already. Just no worries or responsibilities, understood."

Craig had turned bright red and Flavius was grinning. He had got used to his mother's new ways.

"I didn't know that you knew about such things, Mother," he said, "What sort of lessons have you been receiving from your dance teacher?"

"None that your father would have approved of," she laughed, "I never knew how a man could react to a bit of bondage."

Kissing Flavius on the forehead she left.

"Can I get up to go to the bathroom, please sir," Flavius asked, amused sarcasm in his voice, "I promise that I won't try to escape."

"You'll spend the rest of the day tied down, if you do try. Don't forget I've got permission."

"And don't forget I'm the head of this household," Flavius said petulantly.

"So do you want to defy your mother and Hans at the same time?"

Flavius grinned and shook his head and headed for the bathroom.

"How can you talk to our owners like that?" Ty asked, "Aren't you scared of being punished?"

"A little bit. If I go too far then I probably will be," Craig admitted, "Flavius and, nowadays, the Lady Julia see us as human beings, not animals so they give us some leeway. Anyway, it's our duty to make Flavius well and if I have to keep my promise then I will and risk the punishment. We owe Flavius that much."

"You wouldn't dare tie me up," Flavius said, grinning, "I'm going to get dressed then get some work done in my office."

He was partly serious. He felt guilty at the thought of just lazing around. School would be starting again soon and he had neglected his studies during the long break. Another part just wanted to see how far he could push Craig and was excited by the possibilities of him being in control.

Craig had hoped that Flavius would just cooperate but it seemed that he wanted to play. Craig lunged forward and grabbed Flavius before throwing him on the bed. Craig straddled him, pinning his arms and telling Ty to find some cord or something. All he found were silk ones in Flavius' dressing gowns then watched in terrified enthralment as Craig tied their Lord and Master, spread-eagle to the bed.

Flavius true feelings were obvious as his member crept up along his stomach and he grinned at Craig who lay down beside him.

"I've often wondered whether Noble Lords are ticklish," Craig said, "I think I'm going to find out out."

As Craig drew his finger nail across Flavius' armpit then down his side to his hips, Flavius squirmed and squealed with delight, the noise getting louder as Craig began work on his thighs.

Suddenly the door opened and Matthew entered. Ty flung himself into a corner petrified and sobbing. Even Craig felt a bit nervous as he stood up.

"The Lady Julia is here with the doctor," Matthew said, unperturbed by the scene, "If you'd cover him just enough to receive his Mother, I'll admit them. Pull yourself together, Ty. You're not in trouble."

Julia chose to wait outside while the doctor examined her son. The doctor was a little taken aback by seeing his patient spread out before him but quickly recovered. He pulled back the sheet.

He sat down beside Flavius and carried out the usual doctor checks, listening with a stethoscope, taking his temperature, pulse and so on. He checked Flavius' eyes then had Craig release his hands so that he could examine Flavius' back before telling Craig that he could secure the boy again. He drew his finger across Flavius' instep watching how Flavius reacted. Finally he grabbed Flavius' cock and pumped a couple of times before taking some blood samples.

He then began talking to Flavius. If the physical examination had left Flavius feeling exposed then the questions the doctor asked, left him feeling more naked than he believed possible.

Finally the doctor was satisfied and stood up to leave indicating that Craig should follow.

Outside the bedroom, Julia, Titus and Hans were waiting anxiously.

"Physically he's fine. I'll send these samples off but I don't expect them to show anything," the doctor said, "His reactions are normal, probably excellent for a boy of his age. Mentally though, he's showing signs of stress. There's an accumulative effect from his grief over the loss of his father, post traumatic stress from his punishment and dealing with a plot against him. He's taking on the school system and the Town Hall. It's natural for a boy of his age to push boundaries but he's taking it to whole new levels."

His audience grinned, relieved that the news did not seem to be too bad.

"We all know from our history lessons how leaders with great potential have turned into tyrants. We could possibly be seeing the start of the process with Flavius. I know I'm stepping outside the boundaries of medicine but I could start using words like paranoia, megalomania and a few others to justify it. There's no sign that he is suffering from those conditions but there aren't that many case histories to say how they develop in someone in Flavius' situation."

"My son has taught me to value an honest opinion," Julia said, "so please speak freely on anything to do with Flavius' welfare."

"Very well!" the doctor said, "We should consider an in-depth assessment and arrange for appropriate counselling but I'd like to try a simpler approach first."

He turned to Craig.

"Are you or your colleague involved with the Governor's work?"

"No sir, I usually work in the kitchens."

"And you're nothing to do with the House of Sparta?"

"No sir," Craig said simply.

"In that case, carry on with your games. Sex is the best sort of therapy for stress so feel free to drain his balls as often as you can. He'll rebel at being kept in his bedroom after a time but keep him there for at least twenty fours before you weaken and let him out. Even then only let him visit his friends in the House of Sparta and you go along with him. Fun, exercise, good food and no responsibilities for at least two weeks then gradually get him back to his old routines over another couple of weeks."

"Would you write a note to that effect, please Doctor," Hans said, "The Emperor is anxious to talk to him."

"Medically? No way should he do that," the doctor said emphatically, "I'll write the note but don't ask me to present it. I'm not standing up to the Emperor."

"Hans has already done that," Titus said, "He told him that he could either wait and have a fit and healthy Governor doing his bidding or not wait, and have a Governor incapable of running the province."

"You got the strangest slaves I've ever come across," the doctor said, "Have you got any that bow down and ask for mercy?"

"Not since Flavius took over," Julia laughed, "but you'll find your instructions are carried out to the letter."

The doctor turned to Craig.

"You have to provide continuity over the next few weeks. As he recovers and mixes with the others more he'll need you less. I afraid you'll just slip back to the kitchens and be forgotten."

"Yes sir, I understand," Craig said, "Master Flavius has been good to me so I'm happy to serve."

"Excuse me, sir," Hans said, "Us boys run the House of Sparta and look after our guests. Flavius would be expected to help."

"No way for at least the first two weeks. Complete rest means complete rest. He's going to object for two reasons. First as part of the stress, he'll have the feeling that he has to and later he'll want to re-establish himself with his peers. If you're convinced it's the latter then he can begin light duties but not if it's too soon. It'll slow recovery."

"Thank you doctor," Julia said, "We'll follow your advice. Is there anything else?"

Only that Flavius is likely to get angry and frustrated with this slave," the doctor replied nodding to Craig, "Again it's not really my business but I'd hate to see him punished for doing a good job."

"Thank you for the the warning, doctor," Julia said, "If Flavius mistreated the slave he would feel bad about it afterwards. I assume that would slow his recovery as well."

The doctor nodded.

"So would spilling a drink if he was serving it. I understand he does that sort of thing in the House of Sparta. Any minor mishap could seem like a major disaster. That's why he shouldn't do anything until he's rested."

"I suppose I'll have to tell the Emperor," Hans said unhappily.

"You won't," Julia said, "One stressed out boy is enough. Titus, tell the Board of Guardians to deal with it."

"Can we visit?" Hans asked.

"Of course," the doctor replied, "The slave should see that he doesn't tire himself out but the more he's occupied, the better.

"Another thing, Boys like to pull the legs off spiders and do other nasty things. Flavius can do it with humans. I believe that's how his hysteria started. Work out rules for what's acceptable for fun and games and see that he gets a lot of pleasure within those rules. It'll help him develop a more disciplined and healthy approach to these things. You've already started but swing it around so that he is on top. Supervise him by all means to see that he sticks to the rules but let him use his imagination."

"Thank you again, Doctor," Julia said, "Your advice will be followed. Craig your part in this won't be forgotten but let's get Flavius well first. Hans, I know you feel it's your duty to look after my son but the other boys need you as well.

"Thank you, My Lady," Hans replied.

"I'm trusting you and Craig to work together on this," Julia said, "Now you'd better get on."

At Craig's invitation Hans followed him into the bedroom. The relief on Ty's face was almost comical and he was close to tears.

"Thank god you're back," he sobbed, "The Master's been ordering me to release him and I can't stand up to him the way you can."

"In that case he can stay tied to the bed while his friends visit. If he behaves himself you can give him a blow job after they've gone."

Craig saw the look on Ty's face.

"He's our Master, my love," Craig said softly, "We have each other because of him so don't begrudge him his rights to your body."

"No Craig and I'm sorry Master," Ty whispered.

Hans had watched the scene approvingly.

"How are you feeling? Flavius?" he asked.

"Fed up! I seem to spend more time a prisoner than being Governor," Flavius snapped.

Hans sat down on the bed and began playing with Flavius' cock which became rock solid almost instantly. Flavius groaned in ecstasy.

"You are to rest," Hans said, "You are not to worry about anything. When you come back to the House of Sparta you will behave like a guest until the doctor says you're fit. If I have to remind you I'll take that chain off you. The Board of Guardians know what you want and they'll attend to your official duties. Marcus can represent you. Trust them. In the meantime the only thing you have to decide is whether I should finish you off now or whether you can wait for Ty's mouth."

Flavius grinned at Hans.

"I like that sort of decision," he said before becoming serious, "What about Publicus. Craig was right. I wasn't going to torture him as a warning or to get information. I was just looking forward to it."

"Why not after what he tried to do to you?" Hans replied, "We'll deal with him for now. You are going to rest and if a bit torture turns you on then you can play with one of us. We'll just keep it as fun though."

Flavius nodded, "Thanks. I think I've got the message. You know I am feeling tired again. Will you finish it off and can I go to sleep for a while?"

Hans happily obliged and Flavius writhed and groaned as the pressure mounted in his balls. When he came he came powerfully covering his chest and stomach. Hans kissed Flavius and left, leaving Ty to gently wash his Master down with a cloth. Maybe it was not the greatest of jerk-offs but it drained Flavius emotionally and he was asleep before Hans had left the room.

The doctor had been right about Flavius' state of mind and now that Flavius accepted that he was going to rest whether he liked it or not, he was beginning to realise just how tired he was. Craig undid Flavius' bonds and watched as his Master curled up. He lay down beside the boy and was surprised as the boy wriggled around until he firmly pressed into Craig. Craig mentally shrugged and wrapped his arms around the boy.

Harold still worked in the same office he worked in before becoming involved with Flavius' upbringing. He did not get as much work done as he used to but his employers could see advantages in his connections with the Governor's palace and were only too happy for him to keep his job ticking over until Flavius no longer needed him.

Alan had gone, bought by Titus and his assistant was now a free boy, seventeen years old and well educated. Although his father was a freed slave he had pushed his son to get the best possible education. The boy, Mark, seemed an appropriate choice to work for Harold.

Harold was having his morning chat with Mr. Jameson, his superior at work a few days later when Mark stuck his head round the door looking worried.

"Excuse me sir," he said, "There was a call for you but I thought it was someone playing a practical joke. It's being switched through here. I'm to put it on speaker phone."

"Good Morning Harold," a voice said, "I must say your security seems better than mine."

"Good Morning, sir. I'm sorry about that. Mark's new."

"Good Morning Mr. Jameson. I'm sorry for intruding on you like this."

"Not at all, I take it that it's Imperial business so I'll leave you to it."

"No, it's not necessary. I just wanted to know how Flavius was doing. I get the official line if I contact the Governor's palace and Harold has the habit of telling the truth."

"He's fine, sir. It's hard to keep him from working but the rest is doing wonders for him. I should have noticed how dull and tired he was getting before."

"Do you agree with a months rest, though?"

"Yes, I do, sir," Harold replied, "We forgot he's only fourteen and we let him take too much on."

"Very well. Don't knock yourself out, Harold. These things can be difficult to spot. I've heard what you've done with his cousin. It'll keep him out of mischief. Mr. Jameson, your firm is introducing some educational programmes. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"

"Not really, sir," Mr Jameson replied, "But with our contacts we're not really typical."

The voice chuckled, "Perhaps not, but Harold's assistant appears to be an excellent example, don't you think?"

"Oh yes and not only him. We've filled one two vacancies by freeing slaves and bonding them for a time. It's working very well."

"That's good to hear. I must go. I'm afraid I'm a closet football fan and I want to be done before the match this afternoon. Good Bye."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one to like the game. I wish I could have played when I was younger. Good bye, sir."

"Excuse me, sir, but who was that?" Mark asked. "His voice seemed familiar."

"It should do," Harold replied with a grin, "It was the Emperor."

Mr. Jameson and Mark stared at him.

"I told him to fuck off and stop playing games," Mark said, "I thought it was a wind up when he said he was calling from the Imperial Palace. I only believed him when he gave me a Rome number to call."

"You'll have to improve your telephone manner, Mark," Harold replied, "Even if it had been a wind up, it might have been an important client. We've got some odd characters on the books."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful in the future."

"You'd better. You won't get away with swearing at the Emperor too often."

"If it's not breaking a confidence can you tell us what really happened and where Publicus is now?"

"There's not much to tell. There was a crazy plan to undermine the Governorship with the idea of eventually removing the Emperor. Publicus would become a figurehead Governor with others manipulating him. He's been enslaved and Flavius owns him but he's on loan to a local shopkeeper. He has the general store just off the forum."

"I know the one," Mark said, "He's always got something like it out the back. His son is in the House of Sparta."

That's the one," Harold said, "Flavius has been under a lot pressure since his father died so he's having a rest before school starts."

"Dad says it's the first time that there's only been one law in the Empire," Mark said, "He says he likes the way Flavius puts his money where his mouth is."

"Sometimes it's more like 'hoist by his own petard'," Mr. Jameson laughed, "but I agree he's setting standards others should follow."

Publicus was still in a state of shock over the change in his fortunes. From the moment of his arrest his life had been in a downward spiral and he wasn't sure why. His Mother had drummed into him that he was the true head of the House of Aulus. Flavius was too weak and decadent to be in charge and he had come to believe it. He had grown up to be ashamed of his real passions, art and chess. Art had nothing to do with government while chess was just a silly game for intellectuals.

He had become a drunk to dull his misery and Flavius had become the focus of his frustration and self loathing.

The humiliation of being led by Flavius through the streets from the court was still burned in his mind and the terror as he awaited his fate in the dungeons of the Governor's Palace had nearly sent him mad. Apart from being cleaned and fed he spent his time in complete darkness and alone.

Luke was the first visitor to speak to him.

"Does the name 'Outback' mean anything to you?" Luke asked.

Publicus thought for a moment.

"I play chess on-line with someone with that nickname," Publicus answered, "He's in a local group.

Luke slapped his face hard.

"You call me, sir," he said sharply, "He says you're a good player and you're always polite. He even says he enjoys the chats he had with you."

"Do you know him, sir," Publicus asked.

Luke slapped him again.

"I didn't give you permission to speak," Luke snapped. "You like to draw. One or two people seem to think you might have talent."

Publicus just stood not daring to speak. It was another another humiliation to know that a mere commoner was aware of his most private secrets."

"I take it that your Mother doesn't know much about computers. Alan's a whiz kid on them. He soon dug out your files."

Publicus stood forlornly before his new tormentor feeling more naked than ever, knowing that his personal thoughts were now public property.

"Here's the deal," Luke said, "You serve my father in his shop. He's Outback, by the way and you can guess where the name came from. He'll probably be soft with you and let you do your art stuff but I'll be watching you. I got a public whipping because of you and I want the chance to beat you raw all the way along the street. If you betray our trust then I'll see you impaled.

"The alternative is to wait here and face Flavius I'll be back later and you can tell me what you've decided."

Titus had taken over all of Octavia and Publicus' belongings. The computer had been checked for any subversive material and then been given to Alan who had shown Titus Publicus' private files.

Luke's father needed help in the shop and Titus was relieved that his son had a chance to find some happiness with kindly people. Flavius may object when he learned of the plans and demand vengeance but Titus was hoping that his nephew's normal good nature would return.

Luke was trying an interesting piece of slave psychology. New slaves could be sullen and uncooperative, difficult to train. By appearing to be able to choose his future Publicus would have less excuse to resent his new status. He was going to work for Luke's father whether he wanted to or not but, hopefully if he agreed willingly then he would be more receptive to his training.

Publicus was unaware of all this. His choice appeared to between being reduced to the status of a slave only fit for working in a shop or appealing to Flavius and seeking his mercy. He desperately wanted to believe that his cousin would forgive him but he knew it was very unlikely but even then he would still have to face his father and brother.

When Luke returned he agreed to serve his father in the shop. Luke nodded and had Publicus bend over. Luke genuinely hated Publicus for what he had done and was determined to make Publicus pay. Like Flavius he found it exciting to have a boy so much older than himself in his power.

Luke rammed his cock into Publicus with no warning and with all his strength. He hurt himself causing him to go soft briefly but Publicus shrieked with agony. He gradually picked up a rhythm as he pumped in and out and his cock quickly recovered. The pain had slowed Luke and he pumped in long steady strokes as he settled down again before his body tensed and he shot deep into Publicus.

Luke found a profound sense of relief as he powered into Publicus. His fear of being enslaved, contempt for the way Publicus had betrayed his cousin and concern for Flavius had been eating into him. There was also the knowledge that Publicus was considerably older and stronger than him but it was him that was in control.

Luke was completely spent, drained of all emotion as well as sperm when he pulled out of Publicus. He cleaned himself under a shower then looked at the disgusting mess trickling out of Publicus. For Luke, Publicus' destruction was complete. He was not naturally cruel and Publicus made a pitiable sight as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Luke released the slaves shackles and told him to clean himself up. When he had done that then Publicus could report to the kitchen for some food before waiting at the entrance. Publicus obeyed without question, relieved to be free of shackles for the first time since his arrest. He walked through the back passages of the Palace thinking of when he could strut through main entrance demanding attention but now he did not dare disobey Luke.

While Publicus stood eating in silence, ignored by the other slaves who hated him for threatening Flavius and the treatment they received, Luke joined Flavius and the other boys in Julia's quarters to enjoy a cheerful, happy meal. Titus, his daughter and Marcus were also there but no one mentioned Publicus.

It was only when Luke said that he had to leave for his father's shop that Luke felt a little uncomfortable but Titus shook him firmly by the hand.

"It's a chance for my son," Titus said, "I'm not sure that he deserves it but I'm grateful to everyone who's allowing it."

Julia made her favourite slave begin another improbable story of his adventures while a free man in Rome distracting Flavius, Titus and Marcus.

As Publicus followed Luke meekly through the streets his mind was empty, resigned to his fate.

The first thing Luke's father did was to send his son out the back for a tunic for Publicus before showing him his quarters. Publicus' eyes lit up when he saw his art materials and portfolios there for him. He was taken to the office computer and made to set up all his chess sites before being taken through the shop accounts.

Luke's father had insisted that Publicus be allowed to develop his obvious talent for painting. Slave education was at the centre of Flavius' Governorship so he could hardly ignore it with his slaves.

Publicus found himself happy in his new life. He was soon running the shop while Luke's father opened a second one just inside the forum selling high quality goods. They even had to buy a couple of new slaves. One for each shop.

There were a number of personality differences between Publicus and his father, Titus. His interest in males of the species being one. Unlike his father he had no interest in women. Luke's father allowed him to choose the other slave. Luke and he chose one who would model for them. Slowly Publicus and Luke became friends sharing their interest in art while Publicus also became close to the slave and they worked well together.

Over time he made it up with his family and Flavius even sat for him, proudly hanging the finished painting in his office. He resisted suggestions that he be freed and continued to work for Luke's family for the rest of his life.

Meanwhile It was becoming routine for Harold and Mr. Jameson to have their morning break interrupted by a call from the Emperor. To start with they were for progress reports on Flavius but gradually turned to other things. They always discussed sport, especially football and it was a pleasant interlude for them all.

Initially Harold was the only one who dared disagree with the Emperor. He had got used to dealing with Flavius and it was a relatively small step from Governor to Emperor. Mr. Jameson learned that he could at least disagree over sport. The Emperor found the break from the fawning and stuffiness of the Palace staff stimulating and the calls continued for a long time.

Young teenagers are extremely resilient and Flavius rapidly recovered. He was well enough to attend school when it started again and watched the news, questioning things that were being done in his name.

He was petulant and sulky at first feeling left out of things and surprisingly it was Ty that spoke to him.

"You demand that people should think for themselves," he said, "As long as they're doing things the way you want them done, leave them to it. We want you ready for the next crisis, not the routine."

It was the fact that Ty had said it, speaking confidently and passionately that soothed Flavius. After the complete rest that Craig imposed in his quarters, Flavius was informed of decisions and he had to admit they he rarely disagreed with them.

Flavius also accepted that he slept a lot during the first two weeks or so of his 'cure' and did not complain too much at not being fully involved with the House of Sparta. He was not the best of patients criticising loudly when Luke, Steven or any of the boys failed to do a job as well him. He conveniently forgot that Hans often had to pull him up or make him repeat work because it was inadequate.

The doctor saw Flavius impatience and restlessness as healthy and simply insisted that Flavius slept and rested as much as possible.

The modern Roman empire did not believe in therapy or counselling. Invalids were expected to eat healthily and exercise as much as practicable and there was little room for softness or feeling sorry for yourself. Sex and slavery were normal. You could not achieve anything without hardship or pain. The doctor lived and worked in these attitudes so he was more likely to prescribe a day in a brothel than a session with a counsellor. Such people were available but to visit one was a sign of serious mental illness.

Concepts of cruelty were also different. Flavius kept slaves therefore he had to administer harsh punishments. As he had discovered he could easily become a real sadist who simply lived for the pain he could inflict which was undesirable. Flavius was expected to serve the Emperor, not his own blood lusts but neither could he shirk his duties as a magistrate or a slave owner.

And so, Flavius and the other boys found themselves being taught by some of the best and most extreme sex workers in town.

He learnt how to use a whip, not only to inflict pain but to stimulate someone's body until they climaxed. Brutus and Steven were willing subjects for his lessons. It was unusual for them ever to be soft when tied to a whipping post even when Flavius was being taught how to inflict real pain.

At the other extreme he practised using a feather. Sometimes he used Ty as a subject and Flavius could cum without touching his cock as he watched a man twice his age beg to be allowed cum in his turn.

Instead of learning to torture he learnt to control his victim, giving him pain or pleasure and deciding when and if he would climax. When they did climax they did so in massive convulsions that left them so very drained and contented afterwards. Of course, Flavius wanted to experience orgasms just as powerful as his friends and would often be on the receiving end.

It was during this time that Ty finally came to trust Flavius. His own massive ejaculations at the hands of his Master while his lover looked on were wonderful experiences and of course, it was his duty as a good slave to return the compliment and pleasure his Master in the same way.

The boys played just as freely with cages, crosses shackles and manacles. Those that completed some ordeal were allowed to choose a friend to fuck while those that used a safe word to stop received nothing.

Flavius spent his first day of school with a series of steel balls pushed up inside him held there by a butt plug. He felt uncomfortable and full but he was distracted enough not to worry about how the changes in education were progressing.

Twice he had to punish Palace slaves. He did not experience the uncontrolled blood lust he had felt with Publicus but watched fascinated as the slaves screamed and writhed under his lash. He was proud that although it took them a couple of days to recover, there was not even a scar on their bodies afterwards, but somehow it was not as much fun without the loving sex following.

Chapter 10

Chefs were traditionally free men, not slaves. Good food was important and chefs had to run highly disciplined kitchens. The Governor's Palace would either break with tradition when a vacancy occurred or they would be given their freedom and helped to open their own restaurant. Craig would be happy with either alternative as long as Ty was beside him.

Marcus watched the other boys, fascinated by their games. He tried the feather torture and allowed himself to be tied to the St. Andrews cross for a time but he still preferred to return to books.

Harold was worried about Steven. Between the games the boys played and his time as the General's Boy his body was taking a real battering. Steven's lifestyle made him the exception to the rule and was seen by a psychologist as well as being given a thorough medical. He was pronounced as being extremely fit and mature for a boy of his age with a strong sense of fair play and a healthy enjoyment of sex.

Only Hans and Luke did not attend school. They had missed too much to catch up though Luke was learning to run his father's shops and Hans was learning how to run the Palace under Matthew. Alan attended as Marcus' servant and was rapidly catching up. After being tutored at home, according to his mother's ideas, Marcus struggled the most at school. Brutus had joined Flavius in his protest against the segregation in schools and attended wearing his House of Sparta tunic.

He discovered a talent for football, rarely finishing a game without some scrape or injury and his tunic covered in mud. At first his father had been horrified that his son was debasing himself in such a way - playing sport in public with slaves. However, he found that his son was being compared with Flavius and his association with the Governor's Palace was not doing his own standing any harm.

When anyone complained about his son's behaviour his reply was, "No one objects to the character they're developing, so I'm not going to object to the methods."

The whole student body was slightly in awe of Steven. His standing at the Governor's Palace made him special and his unofficial title 'General's Boy' gave him star status. Once or twice, the General's car had picked him up and the chauffeur stood smartly to attention as he opened door.

Steven already had the reputation for standing up to bullies and often when he sat during the breaks a number of the younger boys, some older boys as well, sat as close to him as possible without disturbing him. He seldom spoke to his old friends. They were still wary of him but Marcus would often join him. At first, Alan, Flavius and Brutus played the part of obedient slaves but gradually their friendship for each other took over and sometimes they would laugh and joke together.

Steven was in charge. He had even caned Flavius for disobeying direct orders but it was all part of the complicated game they were playing and it did not stop them being friends.

Flavius did not enjoy being punished but it made him feel like a 'normal' boy, able to forget his duties as governor.

In years to come, Brutus would receive the credit for making football respectable. His conversations on the subject were invariably filled with words like, tactics, strategy, advances, retreats and engaging the opposition that it became associated with military training which was definitely acceptable.

Back at the House of Sparta the boys always had a wary eye on Hans. It was a rare triumph to fool him and he varied his punishments when they were caught. Sometimes it would be simple, an hour or so stretched on a cross. Just long enough for their muscles to be in agony from supporting their weight but never long enough to do real damage.

One of his favourites was making them kneel on the hard floor with their arms stretched out sideways, palms down. He would place small books on the backs of their hands and glasses of water on top of them. None of it was very heavy but it was a matter of leverage on the shoulders and pressure on the knees. Hans would set a timer behind his victim who would be facing a blank wall and would soon lose all sense of time.

The really cruel part was that the victim never knew when the time limit was up. He just knew that, if he spilt any water before the timer stopped he would be punished in some other way and made to do it again. On the other hand he could carry on enduring the punishment long after he needed to.

Harold was the adult in charge of discipline but rarely intervened. The most memorable occasion was when the boys were preparing for a meeting of the Board of Guardians. Food promised from the Palace kitchens failed to materialise and Hans, being in charge, felt under terrific pressure. He swore at Matthew.

Harold made him endure his own punishment. Hans was mortified by his lapse and endured the strain twice as long as anyone else had ever succeeded in doing. His arms and shoulders were locked and needed massage to get full movement back and even then he cried out in agony if he pushed them too far.

Pain and punishment were part of their lives and each ordeal was a challenge met. If Flavius and Brutus enjoyed the opportunities to relax then Hans enjoyed his new status in the Palace. He and Matthew, the majordomo, were now invited to Julia's quarters every morning for coffee. They had learnt to relax and discuss Palace matters freely and their conversations often passed onto general gossip.

As the Lady of the Household it was Julia's job to run the Palace. While her husband had been alive she had been expected to remain aloof from the practical details and concentrate on harrying Matthew as he did his work or picking fault with the other slaves.

It worked but she was discovering that cooperation worked even better and there was no doubt that standards at the Palace were now amongst the highest in the Empire. Some said that they were even better than the Imperial Palaces.

She was still confused by Flavius' approach. He could chat to the slaves as equals especially about their work and he made far more allowances for genuine mistakes but she had seen the slaves he had punished for laziness and carelessness and knew that they would not try to take advantage of him again.

Slavery was an accepted part of life and no one, not even the slaves disputed Flavius' right to instil discipline. The slaves he whipped, had deserved it and no one had any sympathy for them.

The slaves and staff seemed to work harder for Flavius. They saw that the better the Palace was run the better their prospects. Julia saw the differences when she planned a dinner party for some friends. Instead of waiting for her to choose the menus the cook produced suggestions of his own including dishes she would not have thought of. Her maid did not wait for Julia to instruct her but sent for the latest dresses to be modelled at the palace and Matthew the majordomo organised a timetable so that every one spoke to her as needed.

Julia found herself just as busy preparing the party but it was at a far more interesting level, knowing that everything was well under control. Just before her guests arrived she inspected the staff's efforts and knew it was going to be an evening that would impress her friends.

Where the Governor's Palace led, the rest of the province followed and there was little doubt that slaves and the lower classes were treated better than before. Since Flavius had the approval of the Emperor then he was worth knowing and so, trade was being drawn into the province and even the the nobles were prospering.

The Bureaucrats at the Town Hall still hoped that they might stop or slow Flavius but it was a forlorn hope.

Anyone in favour at the Governor's Palace tended to do well. Senator Crallus was already beginning to find that the opposite was true as his prospects began to shrink. He had only ever been of the fringes of events and Flavius had collapsed before turning his attention to him. He had openly supported Octavia so now everyone avoided him and he found getting credit almost impossible. It had a devastating effect on his businesses and he was in real trouble without Flavius lifting his hand.

He reacted by treating his own slaves even worse than before, blaming his troubles on their laziness. He took a real pleasure in watching his slaves die under the lash or while being crucified. His free staff left because they could not cope with his increasingly wild tantrums and he found it impossible to buy new slaves.

Partly it was because of cash flow problems and partly it was because the traders had aligned themselves to Flavius. Suddenly there was an increased demand for educated slaves and prices were going up. Flavius was not some soft-hearted individual opposed to slavery. His reforms were profitable and like other businesses they were benefiting from the Emperor's favour. Concern for slave's welfare became a selling point and traders would lose favour if their slaves were sold knowing that they would be senselessly tortured. The more extreme brothels had always paid more for good quality slaves but they were willing to buy ones convicted of violence or others who would not receive much public sympathy. Senator Crallus was not discriminating and did not care who he hurt.

The Province was prospering, life was improving for nearly everyone and so it's inhabitants could afford to be tolerant of the Governor's eccentric ways. And there was nothing more eccentric than wandering around town in a slave's tunic with a group of other slave boys when he could be dressed in the finest of clothes, surrounded by an armed escort insisting on everyone bowing to him as he passed.

Flavius did walk through the town in formal dress when he was on official business and then demanded due respect. Then people he had chatted with or had played with, stood for him in respectful silence. On one occasion a travelling trader had clipped him round the ear for kicking a ball too close to his stall. He had not recognised Flavius until the next day. Flavius was on his way to the Magistrate's Court in formal attire and stopped to welcome the trader.

"You had some trouble, yesterday," Flavius said, "I hope you don't have any more."

"No trouble, Your Excellency. I'm surprised you even heard about it," the trader replied, "It was just some kids causing a bit of mischief with a football and I get nervous when balls are thrown near all this glassware. They were very polite though and moved off without real hassle. I refuse to go to some towns because the kids seem to run wild.."

The trader could see the locals, laughing or giggling to themselves but could not see why he was the butt of some joke. He was flattered that the Governor had stopped to speak to him but why was it so funny?

It was only after Flavius had moved on that a local explained. The trader was firstly terrified that he had struck a great noble. He knew of Flavius' reputation and character and so fear turned to embarrassment that he had lashed out at a youth like Flavius.

"Don't worry," the local said, "Just don't try swindling anyone while you're here. He gives just as well as he takes and keeps the guards on their toes just like everyone else."

It was a quiet period for the House of Sparta. Harold was vaguely aware that the Emperor was planning something that might involve them but he was more concerned about the impending visit of one of one of his wife's aunts; an imperious woman who was convinced that her niece had married beneath her.

"He mentioned it while relaxing after giving his daily report to the Emperor.

"I've got relatives like that," the Emperor laughed, "I haven't been deified like Augustus or Caligula so I'm not a real Emperor. You've got no chance."

"Why not ask the House of Sparta to help," Mr. Jameson suggested, "It'll give them a chance to show what they can do."

"I don't really like to," Harold replied, "I'd be taking advantage of my position."

"I don't see why," the Emperor replied, "It would be wrong to try and get an invitation to the Governor's Palace or being introduced to him officially but I've loaned slaves to my friends for a special occasion. You're in charge of discipline so it would be in their interests to get in your good books."

It was Brutus who suggested a plan when they were assembled at the House of Sparta that evening.

"We've got relatives like that, too," he said, "They live in Rome and think we're country bumpkins. When they visit, Father insists on the freshest produce from our estates, trains up slaves so we have more servants than we need and re-decorates the house. If they go home complaining that they can't afford to live like it in Rome, he gives the slaves an extra Saturnalia. We could act as the Cirenson slaves for the weekend."

Saturnalia was traditionally a festival celebrated in December marked by tomfoolery and a relaxation of the social order. It remained popular between the 17th and 24th December though, nowadays, it shares with other celebrations.

Any event where slaves were allowed to relax could be called an extra Saturnalia.

"I'm not sure that we can accommodate six slaves even if we had enough work for them," Harold said, "It would be nice to put one over on the old dragon, though."

"Five slaves," Brutus pointed out, "Steven is your son. He can't be a servant."

He paused, uncomfortable about what he wanted to say.

"Spit it out, boy," Harold snapped, "Just say it."

"Well sir," Brutus began, "Flavius and I are used to receiving due honour. Now that we've turned fourteen, even our mothers have to acknowledge our position in the family. You and Steven need lessons in looking superior. I know you say substance over front but a bit front could go a long way.

"Flavius and I should become your valets. I'm not trying to be rude or talk about class but Flavius and I are brought up on functions and receptions and they're all about front."

Harold nodded, "Point taken. Aunt Agathia knows all about front aswell. It's my wife who bears the brunt and I either shut up and take it or upset Lyllia more by causing an argument."

"That's right," Steven added, "She'll bring her son, Paulus, and he'll go on about how he's a supervisor in the Imperial Post Office. He's a pompous twat."

"Is he married?" Germanicus asked.

"Divorced," Harold replied, "She bore a son and that's all she was wanted for. The boy's eighteen and not turning out too badly, is he, Steven."

"No! I get on with Fabian. He was forced into the Imperial Post Office and he hates it. He wants to be an engineer but it's too low class for Aunt Agathia."

"In that case the Governor would like to meet him," Flavius said, "He may help with his Imperial service. I think the House of Sparta should give Aunt Agathia a visit she'll never forget."

"I'm not sure that the House of Sparta should get involved in a family squabble," Germanicus said, "It's a bit demeaning."

"We're not getting involved in a family squabble," Brutus replied, "The House of Sparta is all about training and it would be a great opportunity for Hans."

"It makes sense," Titus said, "but it must be volunteers only. Once the weekend starts it'll be as intense as your week's bondage was and I don't think this Agathia woman will make life very pleasant for you. Hans, Alan, it applies to you as well. You'll lose a lot privileges that weekend."

"I'll do it," said Alan, "I like Steven's mother and I'd love to help her."

Luke nodded in agreement.

"Isn't this what it's all about?" he asked, "Looking out for each other."

"We'll need a female slave to act as maid for Mrs Cirenson and none of us can cook," Hans said, "We'll have to involve Craig."

"I don't think Lyllia will tolerate another cook in her kitchen," Harold said, "She'll treat the idea as an insult."

"Craig's only just started training," Hans replied, "so he's not a chef but the rest of us could burn salad. Craig should know enough to be useful to Mrs Cirenson."

The adults sat back as the boys took over the planning. Mr Jameson had been right. It was a chance for the boys to impress the adults. Hans, in particular, saw it as a chance to prove his worth and even Germanicus was impressed with the way the other boys supported him.

"You know, this is making me think about my own slaves," he said, " My majordomo lets too much slide, so it's certainly time I took more interest in the day to day running."

Even Julia became involved in the boy's plans. She was still embarrassed at how she had been influenced by her sister in law so she was only too happy to help rescue the Cirensons from their relatives.

Lyllia, Harold's wife, was a little reluctant at first, worried that her housekeeping skills would be shown up by the Palace staff but Hans soon put her at ease.

"The Palace uses extra staff for a big function, Madam," he said, "Why shouldn't you?"

Aunt Agathia's biggest complaint was that there was so little to do in 'such a sleepy backwater so Hans and Lyllia worked out an itinerary to keep them busy for the weekend.

Friday evening there would be a buffet meal and an early night followed by a quiet Saturday morning so that they could rest and recover from the journey. In the afternoon, shopping in the forum and in the evening, a formal dinner party. Sunday morning, a visit to the baths, still a very popular social event in the Roman Empire and in the afternoon a drive out to Brutus' family estates to visit the winery.

Brutus had involved his parents in their plans. The winery was not open to the public but Brutus' father sometimes allowed parties to visit by appointment. It was not the sort of group or type of people that he usually allowed and he would remain aloof in the house with the rest of the family.

At least that was his original idea until Brutus brought Hans along to plan the afternoon with the estate slaves. Brutus was anxious to show Hans how the winery was managed and it soon became obvious that the estate slaves were hiding something.

As the slave in charge became more evasive and scared looking, Hans started looking more closely at the accounts. Between them, Brutus and Hans could see that an excessive amount of wine was spoilt yet the casks were all full. They did not object to tasting each barrel and the total quantity of good wine that they tasted almost tallied with the sum of the recorded spoilt and good lists but it didn't tally with the sales ledger.

The slave was trembling by the time that Brutus went to find his father, Gaius Crevellio leaving Hans to watch over things.

When he arrived, Brutus' father frowned, visibly annoyed that a stranger and a slave to boot was poking into his affairs. He calmed down as the boys showed him the books and persuaded him to check the stock.

"Why?" he asked looking at the slave.

The slave was sobbing almost incoherent as he tried to make his excuses.

"You're a slave. Do you know why?" Senator Crevellio asked again but this time looking at Hans.

"He saw a profit in it somewhere," Hans replied, "We might both be slaves but we're human beings and all different."

Brutus' father looked angry again at Hans' impertinence but calmed down again almost at once.

"Maybe you're right," he said, "I was thinking of closing the vineyard because it was unprofitable. You know the modern custom. Give the older slaves their freedom. Could that be it do you think?"

"I've heard slaves talk of it," Hans replied, "It scares some and others can't wait. I've heard gossip of slaves manipulating their masters but not like this. He could just be selling it."

"Bloody slaves are all the same," Brutus' father muttered, "Give them an inch and they'll destroy you. Haven't you learnt that yet, Brutus. You've hung around them enough lately."

"No, I haven't, Father," Brutus replied, "Hans is right. They're human beings and some are good and some are bad."

"So what do you think we should do with him, boy?" Gaius Crevellio asked Hans.

"My master, Flavius, would give him his freedom and everything he deserves."

"I heard about that slave of his. Carry on."

Moving to the terrified slave, Hans quickly bound his hands behind his back before grabbing the tunic at the neck and pulling sharply down. As the torn garment fell to the ground, the loin cloth followed. The slave was in his late forties, overweight covered in hair. His cock was almost lost in his thick bush of pubic hair. His sloppy appearance offended Roman sensibilities and he lost any sympathy he might have had.

"You'll have your papers when you leave," Hans said, "If you're ever seen again round here you'll be buried for compost while you're still alive. Now go and wait by the gate."

The slave looked pleadingly at Brutus' father and at Brutus. As Hans yelled for someone to fetch a spade, the slave ran off down the track.

"You see, father," Brutus said, "Everything he deserves."

"I'm not stupid," his father snapped, "I do take the point but I still don't see why I should trust that slave over one of my own."

"I don't think you should do that. It's not compulsory," Brutus replied, "You get to know the nobles you do business with and you don't trust all of them but some are your friends who you do trust."

"I'm not making friends with fucking slaves," Brutus' father yelled, "You do that enough for both of us."

"Yes and I made a bad mistake with Joshua," Brutus replied, "OK so Luke and Joshua are not slaves but they're only a rank above. It's the same at all levels."

"My office. Five minutes," Brutus' father snapped as he stalked off.

"I'm sorry," Hans said, "We seem to have annoyed him."

Brutus shrugged. "He's proud of me for taking that punishment well and ashamed of me for mixing with slaves. The House of Sparta confuses him and now we've said that he's messed up with this place. The proper order is missing and he hates it."

When they entered Brutus' father's office they lined up in front of the desk, waiting nervously for the man to speak.

"I should be thanking you," he said, "You kept your eyes open and used your initiative. Brutus, I'll be pleased to make your friends welcome and see that they leave with cases of our best wines."

"Thanks dad," Brutus replied.

"Slaves address their betters as sir," Brutus' father said with a smile, "Flavius tries to stay in character. So should you. I'd beat you for your rudeness but you'd enjoy it too much."

Brutus blushed, unsure what to say. His father laughed out loud.

"I've seen you get hard and it's rarely been because of a girl. When the time comes, try and give me grandchildren but for now, just have fun."

"Yes sir," Brutus managed to grin, "And you can rely on Hans to beat me if I deserve it."

"How did you know something was wrong?"

Brutus grinned.

"Luck sir. The slave got the idea that we were going to supply the Governor's Palace, starting with an official function. I'd said something about our wines being as good as anything the Palace imported. You had said that we shouldn't try to make any large orders and the slave started saying something about a lot of wine being spoiled. That was when Hans took me outside and said something was wrong."

"Hans?" Brutus' father asked.

"It wasn't what he said but how he was saying it, sir. There's a 'breakages and spoilt' log in the Palace cellar so I wondered if you had anything similar. Brutus wanted to show me how much he knew about the place and showed me the records."

"I see," Senator Crevellio said thoughtfully, "I should clamp down on the free staff and slaves though I suppose you two would disagree. What do you suggest?"

"You've said that Sebastian knows more about wine making than that one ever did," Brutus replied, "You only left him in charge because he was a bully and kept the other slaves in order. Put Sebastian in charge and ask Flavius if Hans could work here under Sebastian until he settles in."

"I'll make Sebastian foreman but I'm putting you in charge, Brutus," Brutus' father looked at Hans, "As for you, I was rude to you and you didn't deserve it."

He pressed a buzzer and the majordomo appeared.

"The House of Sparta is to be welcomed as honoured guests. This boy, Hans, is to be recognised as the the Head of the House and takes precedence over my son when he is wearing their tunic. Hans will instruct you further about their rules."

"Yes, Master," the majordomo replied, "I have the papers for the slave you're sending away."

"Have you heard what's happened?" Brutus father asked.

"Yes Master."

It took an effort for Brutus' father to overcome his pride and put the next question.

"What do think about it?"

"Well Master," the majordomo began, surprised at having his opinion sought after, "I've said before I thought something was wrong but I didn't know it was this bad."

"Yes you did," Brutus' father said, "and I didn't listen. I should have done. I'm going to do a full audit of the estate. Any free man can resign and leave and if any slave asks to be sold on, then take him to the market. As for those that are left, if I find anyone else has been cheating me I'll carry out my son's threat and bury them alive in the vineyard but either way I want the bad ones gone."

"Yes Master. I'll warn everyone and may I also warn them that Master Brutus will be working with you. He seems to be good at this sort of thing."

"Yes you may. It seems he also has a good teacher," Brutus' father grinned, "Thank you, Barry. Would you pour us all a glass and we'll drink to a new beginning."

Gaius Crevellio knew that the troubles in the winery were his fault. He had put off dealing with the reports he had received and the slave had taken his indecision as a licence to steal more. His father would have probably crucified every slave on the estate as a warning and the fact the majordomo had tried to warn him would not have saved him.

There's an old saying, 'rags to rags in three generations'. Grandfather builds up the family fortunes, son just about holds onto them and grandson has no interest and spends it all. Brian, the majordomo, knew that Gaius Crevellio was barely hanging on and if the estates failed all the slaves would be sold on without hope of gaining their freedom. Barry knew the custom of freeing slaves but it did not always happen.

Brutus may well prove to be exception to the rule and save them all. He was not cruel like his grandfather but he did seem to have the same energy and confidence.

Gaius may well have threatened an audit but would never have carried it out. Brutus, supported by his friends probably would do it and would punish any slaves they caught stealing.

Gaius' aggressive attitude was just a front. Verbally putting down slaves was as close as he got to exerting discipline but for the most part it left them confused and demoralised. Brutus and his slave friend Hans had acted decisively that afternoon and it was like a breath of fresh air. He should have resented the idea that he had been ordered to defer to Hans, a mere slave boy but transferring responsibility was the one thing Senator Gaius Crevellio could do quickly and without changing his mind.

The slave was waiting by gate as ordered. He tried to speak when Hans and Brutus approached him but Hans slapped him hard across the face.

Wrinkling his nose with disgust as he handled the slave's dirty, smelly pubic hair he tied the bag to the slaves cock, as Flavius had done to another slave not so long ago, before gagging him.

Yelling at the slave to run, Hans picked up some stones and prepared to throw them. The slave trotted off, too slow for Hans who lobbed a couple as a warning and watched as the slave broke into a run. Some of the estate slaves were watching but returned to their work when Hans glared at them.

He headed off back to town wondering how he had got involved in Crevellio affairs and wondering how he was going to juggle all the extra tasks he seemed to have.

Flavius might be Governor but most of the planning and organisation was done by adults. He was respectfully listened to, but he was continuing the training that his father had started. His influence came from his attitudes and through his escapades as a member of the House of Sparta where no one treated him like a dumb kid. He had shown that he could get things done but he was still a long way off being an adult.

Helping with the Cirenson weekend visitors was more of a challenge than his official duties. There was an immediacy to it, so that the results would be instantly visible and so would his mistakes. He had an equal voice among other boys rather than feeling like a school kid as someone patiently explained why he was wrong. There was an element of role play in his tasks and he got a great deal of pleasure in helping his friends. In all, Flavius was enjoying himself helping to prepare for the event and was looking forward to the 'show'.

Luke had the least reason to enjoy acting as a servant. He was used to being treated like one in his father's shop but like Flavius, he felt that he had a voice in the House of Sparta and he was helping his new friends.

The plans changed slightly for the weekend visit changed slightly. Alan would work in the kitchen alongside Mrs Cirenson and they would not bother with valets and maids. Since they had been to the most functions Flavius and Brutus would act as waiters. The idea being that they should know what was expected. Hans would act as majordomo and Luke would assist.

It was common enough for sons to follow their fathers into their line of work for them to be taught by their fathers as part of their education therefore Steven knew something about bookkeeping and accountancy. Hans delegated him to assist Brutus on his father's estate.

Flavius' mother, Julia, liked the family. She found them easy to talk to and unlike many of her so called friends from her own class did not use their connection with the Governor's Palace to seek favours. She had been highly amused at the suggestion that the Cirensons needed lessons in arrogance but agreed to help.

"There are always people who want to undermine us," she said, "It's not a matter of being arrogant though, it's a matter of expecting due respect."

And so, the plans for the weekend developed. Steven's parents felt as though they were in the middle of a military operation as the boys enthusiastically made their plans and operation 'Overwhelm Guests' began when Steven met them at the station though it was Aunt Agathia who opened fire.

"Why isn't your father here to greet us," she demanded to know, "I take it he's forgetting all his manners nowadays."

"Not at all, Great Aunt," Steven replied, "He's anxious for you to greet him properly in his own home, for once.

He turned to Luke and Hans.

"Bags!" he snapped, "Get a move on.

Turning back to a startled Aunt Agathia he continued, "Allow me to show you to the car."

His cousin Fabian had a broad grin on his face as he watched. Agathia had been complaining on the train how they were expected to carry their own luggage once they had left the Station and how undignified it was to have her relatives acting like porters. The look on Agathia's face was priceless as her family was led to a smart limousine and were seated inside. Steven had reminded her that she would be a guest in his father's house and that she was not the head of his family although she had always acted that way in the past.

Agathia hopes of regaining the advantage at the house were dashed when Luke and Hans leapt out of the car to open the doors for her and as she swept down the path, the front door was opened by another slave before being guided into the living room by yet another. Harold should have been at the door to greet her, apologising for not being at the station with his wife fussing around hoping that they were not too put out.

Instead, they stood at the far end of the room waiting for her. She stood for a moment, waiting for him to move. With Harold being so formal she had no choice but to follow convention herself. She curtsied briefly and thanked Harold for inviting them.

"It's good to see you again, Aunt Agathia, "Harold said, "Would you be offended if we just relaxed informally this evening. Lyllia is so anxious to catch up on the family gossip."

"No! I'd be glad for the chance to rest," Agathia said weakly. "The journey was very tiring."

"In that case, please sit down," Harold said, "A cup of tea, perhaps."

Flavius had disappeared into the kitchen after showing them into the living room. He re-appeared as if by magic carrying a tray. The water had been boiling and Alan had brewed the tea as Agathia had entered the house. So far the boys had executed their plans flawlessly.

Harold opened the next phase of the campaign.

"I'm afraid we've got one or two problems with the sleeping arrangements," he said, "You can have your usual room Aunt Agathia but I'm afraid we're having to put Paulus and Fabian up at a hotel. The car's available to ferry them to and fro so I hope it won't be too much trouble.

"It's fine by me," Fabian said, "I don't mind a sleeping bag on the box room floor with Steven but I think Dad finds Steven's bed a little small. We'd manage if you wanted us to."

"I'm doing work for the Governor and the Emperor," Harold said quietly, "Steven is also working for the governor as well as Senator Crevellio's son. I'm afraid that I have to ask that you only enter my study and his room when invited."

"I work for the Emperor in the Post Office," Paulus snapped, "How can a shipping clerk claim to work for him? I thought you were getting above yourself. And as for your Governor, all he seems to be doing is running wild and unsettling the slaves. You're lucky decent people are still willing to visit you with the province descending into chaos."

"It hasn't seemed very chaotic so far, dad," Fabian said, "You really should read the news more and not listen to gossip."

"The news is about matters that should be left to our betters," Paulus retorted, "Your job is to help get the mail delivered and leave others to do theirs."

"Why don't you show Paulus the Imperial Decree, dear," Lyllia said, "I'm sure that he's seen plenty but I'm so proud of you for receiving one."

There was a stunned silence. Agathia's mouth dropped open and Paulus just stared.

As Harold escorted Agathia and Paulus into the next room where the decree was displayed, Fabian looked at Flavius and snapped, "I need some fresh air. Fetch me a cold drink in the garden."

Flavius had been uncomfortably aware that Fabian had been staring at him all evening so he was a little nervous as he approached Fabian.

"Thank you," Fabian said, "You heard dad. I don't think Grandmother or him have heard of the House of Sparta. They certainly don't know who's in it and wouldn't know the insignia."

Flavius remained silent.

"Ah. A well trained slave who only speaks when asked a direct question," Fabian continued. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Flavius would it?"

"Yes sir, I'm Flavius."

"You had no choice but to become Governor but you've found a way of escaping. Is that right?"

"Officially the Governor is in the Palace," Flavius replied, "And I'm just a slave but we're the same person, sir."

"But how do feel about having your life mapped out for you? How does the Governor feel if you'd prefer."

"I'm doing a lot things I like doing and I like being able to change things even if it's only by a little."

"And the education reforms are important?"

"Yes of course," Flavius replied, "The Empire needs scientists and engineers."

Fabian grinned impishly, "You're forgetting your manners, slave. Speak more respectfully.

"I'm sorry, sir," Flavius replied following Fabian's mood, "I forget myself when I'm speaking on behalf of the Governor."

They might have continued their discussion but Brutus came running over.

"Excuse me sir," he panted, "your Grandmother wants you."

"Fabian," she shrieked, "we're visiting the Governor's Palace tomorrow. We have an audience with him."

"I'm sorry Aunt, I didn't make myself clear," Harold said, "The invitation is only for Fabian."

"Don't be ridiculous, Harold," Paulus snapped, "Why would he want to see a junior clerk when there's a supervisor who could tell him about the Post Office."

"His Excellency doesn't want to talk about the Post Office, Paulus," Harold said.

"Then why does he want to see Fabian? Do you know?"

"I can't discuss the Governor's business," Harold said, "You should understand the need for confidentiality from your own job."

Paulus nodded grudgingly.

"The Governor must think very highly of you, Uncle Harold," Fabian said, "He's lent you some of these slaves hasn't he?"

"You mean they're not rented from an agency?" Agathia asked.

"No, Aunt," Lyllia replied, "They're from the Governor's Palace and amongst the best they have. The Lady Julia did offer to lend me one of their chefs but I like cooking so I made do with a helper."

Once she started, the battle swung inexorably in Lyllia's favour. Whatever Agathia or Paulus said she had a story to top it. Even when Agathia complained that shopping in such a backwater was a waste of time Lyllia was able to boast of the range of shops opening up.

"There's one even the Emperor has heard of. "Lyllia said, "It's owned by the father of one of Steven's friends. We call it "I've got one out the back". It's his stock answer for most things and it's usually true."

Chapter 11

"I'd like to stretch my legs before going to bed," he said, "I'd like to walk to the hotel."

He pointed at Flavius, "He can show me the way."

He was a little disappointed that there was no fuss. Flavius merely replied, 'yes sir' and went to wait by the door.

Once he had made his goodbyes and escaped he had Flavius walk beside him so that they could talk.

"I have a confession to make," Fabian said, "I was hoping that Steven or Uncle Harold could use their influence to get me into engineering. Then I met you, I like you and now it seems wrong to use you but I thought you should know."

Flavius grinned, "Use the Governor you mean. I'm not sure if he can help you. What do you want from him."

Fabian shrugged, "I don't know. Sponsorship, maybe. Why do you… I mean does he want to see me."

"His Imperial Service is about getting more engineers and scientists. If that's what you want to do but can't, he'd like to know why."

Fabian was quiet for a while.

"Dad won't support me while I'm studying. I could try working through college but with the jobs available and the fees, the figures just don't add up. I might get a job in engineering if I had sponsorship but it would have to be someone who'd stand up to Aunt Agathia and have influence."

"It would also have to be someone who knows you and His Excellency doesn't," Flavius said, "Why did you say you like me."

"You're sexy, easy to talk to and there's something about you. I don't know what, confidence maybe but I like it."

"You could spend the night in the Governor's bed if you liked," Flavius said. "We could talk more in the morning."

"Sounds good. Won't we be talking tonight?"

"It'll be difficult if my mouths full of your cock."

You're the noble. Your cock should be in my mouth," Fabian said.

"We'll sixty nine then. I won't tell if you don't," retorted Flavius cheerfully.

They changed direction heading for the Palace. As was the custom now, Flavius was ignored as he was wearing his House of Sparta tunic. They made their way to Julia's apartments. Flavius had become closer to his mother since his father's death and they often chatted gossiping about their day.

Julia greeted Fabian warmly making him feel at home and listened as Flavius talked about the events in the Cirenson household.

"I almost feel sorry for your Grandmother and Father," Julia said, "I'd hate to have these boys gang up on me."

Fabian laughed, "Grandma deserves it. Maybe she'll accept that Uncle Harold is a good man now."

"Flavius has an eye for fine young men and I think you'll do. If you're spending the night with my son make sure he gets some sleep. He's been ill and he still needs plenty of rest."

"Mother, I'm nearly fifteen. I can look after myself."

"You're a slave this weekend and you'll do as you're told," Julia said firmly.

"That's right, boy," Fabian said in a mock stern voice, "Little slave boys need their rest so they can serve their Masters better. If you play up at bedtime I'll put you over my knee and spank you."

"Yes Master," Flavius replied in a small boys voice. "May I go wee wee before bed?"

"No! I think a clamp to hold it in until morning," Fabian threatened.

"No way!" Flavius exclaimed, crossing his legs protectively.

Julia joined in with the boys giggling. It was time for her to retire for the night. She was becoming a little jealous of Flavius. Fabian was a handsome young man and if he had known it, he had the choice of two beds that night.

When the door of Flavius apartment was closed behind them Flavius said, "When I'm woken up tomorrow I'll be His Excellency the Governor and your Master, so tonight, I'll be the slave and you be my Master."

"I've got a better idea," Fabian said, "Tomorrow you'll be Governor and I'll be a humble civil servant in the Post Office. Tonight we'll be a couple of friends who want to make each other happy."

Flavius grinned, "It sounds like a plan."

He reached up to kiss Fabian on the lips while fumbling with fastenings on his clothes. Fabian easily undid Flavius' tunic so that he stood naked in front of him. Flavius cock stood proudly out from the small bush he sported, otherwise he was still hairless which emphasised his youthfulness.

Fabian made Flavius step back while he undressed himself, content to admire the beautiful vision before him. Once naked, Fabian stood with his hands behind his head, saying, will I do?

He tried to be active so he was trim with defined muscles. Like all Romans, he associated body hair with barbarians so he was shaved smooth with just a small neat triangle of hair above his genitals. He was in strange surroundings and he was still a bit nervous so his cock was still soft but Flavius was experienced enough to realise that it would enlarge impressively.

Flavius took it all in then answered an instant later by leaping at Fabian, wrapping his arms around Fabian's neck and his legs around his waist. Fabian staggered back onto the bed, feeling Flavius' cock grind into his stomach. Moments later he felt Flavius jerking convulsively and felt a warm liquid lubricating his stomach.

Flavius was devastated.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "It shouldn't have happened so quick."

Fabian wrapped his arms around the boy.

"It happens," he said, "Now why don't you scoot up a bit. It might be fun to see how quickly we can get you to cum again."

Turning disaster into a game worked. Flavius' cock was still highly sensitive and he shuddered as Fabian's tongue and mouth began their work. Flavius was young, excited by the idea of a challenge, lost in the sensations that Fabian was creating and was happy in the young man's company.

It did not take long for him to reach another climax shooting into the back of Fabian's throat but as he tried to pull off, Fabian grabbed the boy's arse cheeks and held him firmly still gliding his tongue around the cock impaling his mouth. The sensations built up in Flavius cock. It was like nothing he could describe. Not painful or unpleasant, just powerful. He took it for as long he could before wriggling free to kneel astride his lover. He looked down to see Fabian grinning at him.

"What's the matter?" Fabian asked, "Didn't you like it?"

Flavius could hardly speak.

"I loved it," he managed to gasp.

Fabian's hands were already exploring Flavius' thighs. Flavius slid further down Fabian's body until Fabian's cock was nestled in his crack.

Fabian held his breath as Flavius lifted himself, stroked the rigid cock then guided it towards his love hole. Slowly he pressed down, groaning as the wonderful feelings spread outwards. His own cocked ached as it became hard for the third time in such a short space of time but Fabian was stroking it remorselessly as he worked his hips up and down gently working deeper into Flavius. Fabian held back waiting for Flavius to reach the edge. It took much longer and Flavius began to wonder if it would ever happen when his muscles contracted and he shot onto Fabian's stomach.

As Flavius squeezed round him Fabian shot his own load deep into Flavius. He thrust his hips convulsively, at the same time grabbing Flavius shoulders, pushing him down.

Flavius ached, drained as he never been drained before. Fabian had never been on such a high. They had both been with other partners who had been kind, considerate and giving but there was a spark between them that they had never experienced before. As they settled down in the bed Flavius was nestling up to a lover not a protector or a fuck buddy. He could not explain the difference but he knew it was there.

Fabian felt the same way. He was more at peace than he had ever been before and Flavius seemed to belong beside him. He wondered where it was leading but for the moment he did not care.

Flavius woke the following morning feeling better than he had done for ages. He turned and looked at the youth lying beside him and smiled. Fabian seemed to be so contented. Flavius gently shook his shoulder until Fabian was also awake.

The slave who had disturbed Flavius waited patiently until Flavius was ready for him.

"The Lady Julia asks whether you and Mr. Fabian would care to join her for breakfast," he said.

Flavius looked at Fabian who shrugged.

"We'd better get moving then," Fabian said, "We don't want to keep her waiting."

"Oh, she'd understand," Flavius replied, "What's wrong?"

In spite of Flavius' efforts, Fabian was staying completely soft.

"I'm a bit out of my depth," Fabian admitted, "Slaves coming and going, breakfast with noble ladies. I'd hate to have to explain I was late because I was fucking her son, again."

"Would you like to get used to it?"

"Oh yes," Fabian replied, "but you don't want someone like me hanging around for too long. I understand."

"You wouldn't be hanging around. You'd be with me and that's what I want."

"We only met yesterday."

"Weird, isn't it? Don't you want to be with me?"

"I suppose I could put up with a little kid hanging around," Fabian said with a grin.

Flavius squeezed Fabian's cock so that he yelped.

"Not so much of the little kid," Flavius retorted.

Fabian rolled over on top of Flavius, pinning his arms looking down into his eyes. Flavius lifted his head to meet Fabian and their mouths merged into a long passionate kiss.

As they paused for air, the slave coughed discretely asking whether he tell should the Lady Julia that they had been delayed. The moment was lost as they both collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.

"Tell the Lady Julia that we will be delayed a little," Flavius said, "We're not used to sharing our morning routines yet."

Fabian stared at Flavius.

"Yet?" he asked, wondering whether he understood.

"It's up to you. If it's what you want then there's something you have to do," Flavius said, "You've got until then to decide."

Because of school, some formal events had been shifted to Saturday mornings. It was the one regular time of the week that Flavius had to be Governor. He stepped into that role the moment he began putting on his formal robes. Fabian dressed first and was shown through to Julia's apartments where he was introduced to Titus and Marcus.

He was made to feel welcome but it was one of those uncomfortable times when everyone was just waiting and filling in time with small talk.

Julia, Titus and Marcus went through the little ritual saying that they were at Governor's service then waited looking towards Fabian.

Fabian took a deep breath to calm himself down and approached Flavius, kneeling in front of him.

"Your Excellency," he said, "I'm at your service."

Flavius bent forward and kissed Fabian on the the forehead before taking his hand and asking him to stand.

Protocol and ritual was almost like a language in the Roman empire. Kneeling instead of bowing denoted greater submission, while the kiss showed that he was more than a mere servant. Even taking his hand showed that he was someone special.

"Welcome to the family," Julia said over breakfast, "We'll have to find to you an apartment though I assume you'll practice sharing your morning routines."

Fabian blushed, completely lost for words.

"Mother, stop teasing him," Flavius said grinning, "You'll scare him away."

"I understand you want to be an engineer," Titus said, "Any particular field?"

"Electronics," Fabian replied, "I've built my own computer and I've been involved in software projects."

"Yes but software is not real engineering is it" Titus said, "It's more arty-farty like a playwright or an artist.

"It's planning and design," Fabian replied, "Your ships would still be navigating with sextant and compass without it."

Titus nodded, "Good point but all the best software comes from Japan. They've got the market."

"It's not the whole story though," Fabian replied. "Historically a lot of the original work on computers started here and in the neighbouring provinces but it was all to do with codes and spy stuff then. No one saw the real potential though. The real development happened in the American provinces but it wasn't taken seriously so they moved it to Japan. The Empire gets favourable licenses because of that but we're still dependent on Japan."

Fabian paused, wondering if he was going too far but everyone was listening intently.

"The Japanese model is intensely commercial and tied up with licenses and copyright but a Scandinavian has come up with a new model based on Open Source. All the software is freely available and you can adapt it to your own needs."

"So instead of being dependent on Japan, we become dependent on Scandinavia," Julia said.

"Not at all," Fabian replied, "The beauty of Open Source Software is that we can develop our own. If we couldn't cooperate with Scandinavia for any reason then our own system would diverge and become incompatible over time. A lot of Roman citizens are doing work on the project but at the moment it's not really benefiting the Empire because we choose the Japanese stuff."

So you're saying the Empire could become independent of foreign software and computers," Flavius asked.

"Probably," Fabian replied. "I'm more interested in Internet technology which needs to be compatible worldwide."

"And you're saying that we already have experts in the field," Flavius asked.

Fabian nodded. "Oh yes! They've published several papers on possible developments and we've got a good base in the hardware technology."

"Flavius," Julia said, "It's time you got today's show on the road. Are you introducing your companion today?"

Flavius glanced at Fabian who shrugged.

"I think so, Mother," Flavius replied, "If nothing else, Fabian will be able to come and go more freely. It's just a shame that he'll have to stand at the back of the hall."

"Not for long," Titus replied, "I've a feeling he could become involved in your education reforms. I'd like to talk some more."

The morning went smoothly. Fabian went through the ritual again and then was guided to the back of the hall. He was now recognised as the Governor's companion but his position in the crowd showed that he still had no status compared to the nobles.

Now that the nobles saw him as a successful Governor, bringing business into the Province, his eccentricities were increasingly tolerated though they would be happier if he slowed his reforms down.

Fabian was readily accepted because it was hoped he would distract Flavius so that he lost interest in them altogether. When Matthew came to collect him when the last petition had been presented Fabian found himself being greeted warmly by many in the hall.

Matthew took him back to Julia's apartment and shortly after Flavius arrived dressed in his House of Sparta tunic.

He knelt saying, "Good Morning My Lady."

"You can relax, Flavius," Julia said, "Have you got time to eat before heading for the Cirensons.

"Yes Mother," he replied, "There's just one thing I have to do first."

He approached Fabian and knelt again saying, "This slave is at your service, Master."

Fabian bent down to grab him round his waist and lift him up. He stood back up and their heads were at the same level."

Fabian planted a large kiss on Flavius' mouth.

"You are never my slave, Flavius," he said, "I don't want that, do you understand?"

Flavius nodded and kissed Fabian. As he set Flavius on the floor Fabian lifted Flavius' tunic and landed a resounding slap on the boy's bare backside.

"That's for calling me Master," he said mock sternly, "Don't do it again."

Flavius had not been really hurt and giggled as he hugged Fabian.

"You win," Flavius said contentedly.

Fabian had no wish to join his family shopping. It was boring at the best of times but it would have been terrible to be in close company with Flavius but not acknowledge their new relationship. Flavius wanted to stay in the role of slave for his friends, Harold and Steven.

He spent time talking about his ideas on computing to Titus until he mentioned he liked swimming.

"Why don't we go to the baths," Marcus suggested, "I like to swim too."

"Grandmother would have a fit," Fabian replied, "I like to swim lengths and really go for it and she says it's bad manners to train so hard, especially in public."

"Nonsense," Julia snapped, "Even my husband would have approved. He'd talked about having a pool built in the Palace but he'd never got around to it. It's pure physical ability like athletics. If you decide to go, Matthew will phone ahead. He'll arrange a lane and a coach for you if you wish."

"My mother said the same things as your Aunt and wouldn't let me go to the pool," Marcus said, "Can we go, please?"

Fabian shrugged in surrender. At the pool he began to realise how his status had changed. He gave his name and prepared to pay but a slave showed him and Marcus straight to the changing rooms. When they were ready, they were taken to the pool and the lane with a big reserved sign beside it. Fabian felt as if everyone was looking at him but Marcus was more used to the special treatment. He spotted some friends and soon they were playing happily.

Fabian dived in and swam as hard as he could. He pushed himself until he was exhausted then sat on a recliner beside the pool watching Marcus. The slave stood dutifully nearby ready to serve him. On Fabian's instructions the lane divider was removed. He felt guilty about taking up so much space for himself.

When Fabian entered the water again he soon found himself surrounded by Marcus' friends being used as a diving board and targeted for their rough and tumble. His cock was a particular target for their games.

It was all harmless fun and Fabian enjoyed himself. As they left he felt refreshed and ready for the evening event. The dinner party. Fabian was dreading it. If the boys had planned the weekend like a military operation and had inflicted serious defeats on the enemy, the dinner party was the opportunity for Agathia to rally her troops and launch her counter attack.

Apart from his grandmother using the formality of the evening to regain the advantage, he would have to be in the same room as Flavius and not acknowledge him. It would be easier than the more relaxed shopping trip he had escaped that afternoon but the evening still promised to be a monstrous ordeal.

Once the family was assembled Agathia swept in, pushing herself in front of Harold and sitting herself at the head of the table.

"We're all here now," she said, "I hope the food is as punctual."

As if on cue the phone rang.

Hans answered it, looked surprised and said, "It's for Mr. Fabian, sir. May I suggest he takes it in your study, sir."

Both Flavius and Harold noticed the tone of his voice and Harold nodded.

"Rubbish," Agathia said angrily, "It's just one of his useless friends. Just hang up, boy."

"We don't just hang up on people in this house, Aunt Agathia," Lyllia said, "Go through Fabian."

"Hurry up then. Don't keep us all waiting," Agathia snapped glancing angrily at Lyllia

Hans looked at Flavius.

"Go and attend Mr. Fabian," he said.

"Let's have a drink while we're waiting," Harold said, "I hope you like this bottle, Aunt Agathia. It's from the vineyard, we're visiting tomorrow."

"Senator Crevellio. Someone else you're sucking up to," Agathia retorted, "This family has managed very well without crawling after favours."

Brutus looked as if he was ready to tip the bottle he was carrying over Agathia's head. Steven grinned and shook his head. Luckily Flavius arrived asking Harold if he could step into the office. Harold returned a few minutes later.

"Lyllia, my dear. Could you delay dinner for as long as possible. If it won't keep any longer then please begin without us." He looked pointedly at the Imperial Decree before continuing, "It is important."

"Yes of course, dear," Lyllia replied, "Steven, please look after our guests. I'll have to be in the kitchen. Allen won't know what to do."

"Typical backwater attitudes," Agathia snapped, "You let the telephone run your lives and have a cook who doesn't know how to cook."

"Be quiet, mother," Paulus said more sharply than he intended, "It's obvious that call is from someone important. I hope Fabian hasn't upset someone at the Governor's Palace."

"That's another thing," Agathia said, "Just why is the Governor so interested in him and not us. Do you know, Steven."

"Fabian's not in trouble, Aunt," Steven replied, "but I can't discuss Palace business, can I Uncle."

"No, of course not."

It was a tremendous relief when Harold and Fabian finally returned. Not even Agathia objected when Harold claimed his position at the head of the table and had Fabian and Steven sit on either side of him before calling Lyllia and Alan from the kitchen. Once the family was seated he called for attention.

"The late Provincial Governor was a close friend of the Emperor and in his turn the Emperor has taken a great deal of interest in his son, Flavius Aulus, the present Governor. It helps that Flavius is attempting to modernise the education system as his Imperial Service. It also helps that Flavius is a bright, mature young man who seems to recognise those qualities in others.

"Modernising education is important for the future of the Empire otherwise we're going to lag behind our rivals."

He paused, glancing between Agathia and Paulus.

"I know you think that such things should be left to your betters but it seems that our betters think that some of us in this room have something to contribute.

Now apart from various training schemes Flavius' Uncle Titus has been looking for ways to kick start technological development and it seems that Fabian has an ideal scheme. I don't understand computers but I do know that most of it is imported. It seems that Fabian has succeeded in convincing Titus that there's an alternative and Titus has got the Emperor interested.

"Fabian has a week to prepare a presentation before he takes it to Rome to show the Emperor."

Agathia and Paulus were staring open mouthed, for once at a loss for words.

"He's a clerk in the Post Office," Paulus spluttered, "What can he know about anything. This is all nonsense. He can't possibly change the Empire."

"No! He can't, any more than Flavius has done. Flavius forced a single school to consider new ideas. Other schools are starting to copy and the Civil Service is having to catch up after a lot of pressure from the Emperor. The changes are being organised by thousands of people but it's Flavius who deserves the credit for making it happen.

"The same applies to Fabian. I repeat, I don't understand computers. I just use them. Apparently Fabian does know something about them and he's got people interested. Again the work will be handed over to Universities and the like but it will be Fabian who started it."

Harold turned to Lyllia, "I'm sorry, dear. Can you salvage dinner or should we eat out?"

The meal proved to be surprisingly good despite the delay. They ate in silence, everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts.

Afterwards, the conversation started up again.

"I suppose Fabian will be staying with you, Harold?" Paulus asked.

"No! I'll be staying at the Palace. I've become the Governor's companion," Fabian replied.

"I've heard of that but what does being a companion mean?" Lyllia asked.

"Not a lot," Harold replied, "Everyone recognises that he's close to the Governor and he's probably had to demonstrate his status to the nobles. If they're all happy that he's not going to grab privileges that he's not entitled to, then they won't mind him coming and going freely."

"Companion indeed! He's become a catamite," sneered Agathia, "I knew it. All this is a farce so that Aulus brat can get up Fabian's arse. You're coming home with us and we're leaving now. Harold arrange it."

"You can leave if you wish, Grandmother but I'm staying," Fabian said, "I've already been up Flavius' arse so he's entitled to return the compliment."

The courts could interpret Fabian's admission as an assault on a noble and it was a capital offence. It left Agathia shocked and embarrassed.

"Mother, you are missing the point," Paulus said, "Fabian has been summoned by the Emperor. Whatever the reason that's a great honour and it'll guarantee his promotion. He may even end up out ranking me.

"This Aulus boy will soon get tired of him and as Harold's said he's just got one or two wild ideas that's caught some gullible people's attention. Once some official at the Imperial Palace sees through it all, he'll be home."

"Excuse me, Uncle. I need some air," Fabian said, "Someone fetch me a drink."

A few minutes later, Flavius joined him in the garden holding a tray with a drink. Fabian just stood.

"I'm sorry about the crack about getting up your arse," Fabian said, "She really got to me. She insulted everything and everyone and made me feel cheap. They've made you seem cheap too and I hate them for it."

Just then Hans, Steven, the other boys and Lyllia joined them.

"I'm sorry for spoiling your evening, Aunt Lyllia," Fabian said.

"You didn't spoil it. We should be celebrating your good news. I hope Harold knows what he's doing."

"I don't understand them," Brutus said, "They seemed annoyed that Fabian has such good prospects. Why weren't they pleased for him?"

"Because he's disturbing their neat little world," Lyllia replied, "Aunt Agathia isn't the big wheel any more and all she wants, is to have everything back as it was."

"I've never seen dad so angry," Steven said, "I almost feel sorry for them."

As he spoke Harold's voice could be heard. No one could hear what he was saying but there was no doubt that he was furious. Finally he called them all back in, sending Steven to change into his Sparta tunic.

When he returned, Harold had him stand by his friends.

"These boys all volunteered to help us and set out to give you the best possible time. All you've done is try to ruin it. Flavius, Brutus come here."

Harold paused before dropping his next bombshell of the evening

This is Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor of this province and a true loyal friend of ours. This is Brutus, son of Senator Gaius Crevellio, an equally good friend as are Hans, Alan and Luke. Their last duty of the weekend is to dump you and your bags in the car to take you to the station. You are no longer welcome here."

"Lyllia," Agathia said, "Are you going to allow your husband to speak to me like that. I'm your family."

"Aunt Agathia," Lyllia replied, "Harold is my family and these boys are our friends. You can stay if you wish but while you are here you will remember that this is Harold's house. He will be treated with due respect as will our friends and other guests."

"Yes but if they're going to run around like slaves how do we know who we should honour?"

"Respect, Aunt. Not honour. Flavius gets as much honour as he wants at the Palace. They all volunteered to help, then worked hard to make your stay enjoyable. They all deserve respect for their efforts."

Agathia knew she was beaten and things would never be the same again. She either cut herself off from her niece or go home to boast of her families connections and changing fortunes.

"Harold, I've been too hasty," she said in an unusually polite tone of voice, " I wish you had told me who these boys were. I would have understood better but I can now see that His… er… Master Flavius is a fine young man who wont let Fabian down and it's obvious you're held in very high esteem.

"He's just Flavius in that tunic, Aunt," Lyllia said, "He needs to get away from the stresses of the Governorship."

"That's the role that he's born to," Paulus said, "His breeding should be enough for him to cope."

"And I'm still in the room," muttered Flavius irritably.

"You can't have it both ways," Fabian grinned, "If you want to be a slave then you have to put up with listening to pompous waffle."

Paulus glared angrily at his son while Agathia was not sure if she should join in with the laughter but it was not enough to save the evening. Everyone was edgy and on guard. Agathia decided she was tired and chose to go to bed not long after. Paulus followed suit heading back to the hotel. Harold and Lyllia were emotionally drained by the experience and were glad for time to themselves. Flavius and Fabian headed for the palace with Hans. Brutus also went home leaving Luke and Alan to serve breakfast.

Fabian joined his family as they set off for the baths. Agathia was unhappy at the fuss that Fabian's appearance caused.

A lane was hastily roped off in the swimming pool so that he could swim his lengths, a most undignified public display, she was irritated that he spent time playing with some of Marcus' friends who were there and amazed at the cordial way in which he was greeted by their parents, some of whom were highly ranking nobles.

The afternoon visit to the Crevellio estate was equally awkward. Agathia was only too aware of the remarks she made in front of Brutus which made Gaius Crevellio's obviously genuine efforts to welcome them so much more embarrassing.

Agathia was only too pleased to be on the train that evening heading for home and never visited again.

With Fabian's arrival, Hans thought he was no longer needed. It was partly true. Flavius turned to Fabian, rather than Hans for love and comfort but without him the House of Sparta would have failed. Matthew was getting old and was training Hans to replace him.

Julia insisted that he be freed and that he have his own apartment in the palace. When he had time away from the House of Sparta and Matthew's training and with Flavius' wholehearted approval, he was treated like a member of the family.

Hans was bonded to Flavius until he was twenty one but if Hans ever got married, his children would be free and his training already meant that he could work in any hotel in the Empire.

The process had begun after Flavius' recovery and they were still getting used to it.

Fabian was overwhelmed by his change of status. He understood his subject and could speak confidently but the prospect of meeting the Emperor was terrifying. Having the full weight of the Governor's Palace and the House of Sparta supporting him was just as daunting. He felt as if he was the only person who was fumbling around and lacking in confidence.

"Titus isn't the idiot everyone thinks he is," Julia said, "Quite the opposite. If he likes your ideas then the Emperor would be most unwise to ignore them."

She turned to Hans, "I think he needs an attendant from the House of Sparta and a bit of practice dealing with people. Flavius can be his attendant. See if you can arrange the practice."

"Yes My Lady," Hans replied.

Julia smiled, "I am trying, Hans but I get so confused. Was I giving orders to the head slave of the House of Sparta or asking a friend for help?"

"We're on the same side, Julia and I still expect to be dragged outside to have the skin whipped from my back for calling you that," Hans replied, "The House of Sparta will deal with it, My Lady."

The biggest change to his life was that he now took Wednesdays off. Even if there was no school, the others were off doing other things. Flavius and Brutus often worked in the market. It was now a huge joke among the locals that strangers never realised who they were pushing out of the way or sending to clean up some mess and the two boys were rewarded by playing football with the other kids.

Flavius took the role of personal slave very seriously, constantly by Fabian's side to help and advise him.

The first of the meetings was when he went to formally terminate his employment and clear his locker at the Post Office sorting office where he worked with his father. He had intended to slip away, catch a train and hope that his father did not complain about his resignation too much.

Hans changed his plans. The Governor's Palace rang to say that he was on his way, and it was made clear that his resignation was at the request of the Provincial Governor and because of Imperial duties.

He arrived in a smart limousine instead of walking from the station.

"Remember, Master," Flavius said just before they arrived, "You're the man they're dealing with. I'm just a stupid slave to do your bidding. Don't even look at me unless you want something."

Fabian looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, my love. I'll make you proud of me."

Flavius was indeed proud of Fabian. As he was a V.I.P. from the governor's Palace, the senior staff lined up to greet him and be introduced. Flavius smiled to himself as he noticed that Paulus was not considered senior enough to join the line. Fabian greeted each one in turn before asking to see his father in his own office.

Paulus was confused. He was good at his job and was in line for promotion but where he was pompous and self opinionated at home, he was quiet and timid at work so it was the first time he had been noticed by some of the senior managers.

It had been a long journey so Fabian was invited to stay for lunch after all the paperwork was completed.

"Thank you," Fabian replied, "Would it be too much a breach of protocol if my father joined us. I'm going to be very busy for a while and I won't have much time to see him after today."

Lunch was a strange torture for Paulus. Instead of being respectful and obsequious to his betters he found himself having to chat with them and act far above his station. He blushed with embarrassment when Fabian mentioned his closet interest in football then found himself in a heated argument with one of the top executives about the local league.

It probably helped Paulus that he recognised Flavius and no one else did especially when the conversation drifted to the stupidity of slaves nowadays. For once he joined his son and Flavius in a discreet knowing smile.

Both father and son left the visit with considerable more respect for each other than when Fabian had arrived.

When they left, Flavius was carrying Fabian's belongings. Paulus grinned quietly to himself again when Flavius was hustled out of the way while the Post Office executives fawned over the Governor's representative.

In later years Flavius was often asked what he learnt from the House of Sparta. He always replied that he had discovered that the sun did not shine out of his arse.

Chapter 12

"I'm not used to Provincial Governors skulking around the Imperial Palace, boy," he said, menace evident in every syllable. "Explain yourself."

"My Master is not used to all this, Your Imperial Majesty," Flavius said less confidently than usual, "His Excellency thought that he needed a slave who was. He thought that it was part of his service to you that he should give Master Fabian his utmost support. He also thought that any sort of personal visit might detract from the real purpose of this meeting."

The Emperor continued to glare at Flavius for a time before turning to Fabian.

"Welcome," he said, "I apologise for not greeting you immediately. Please relax. This is not a state function and I'm sure that you've been briefed that I prefer honest answers so we'll be as informal as possible."

The Emperor had expected problems from Flavius' province when his father had died with a power struggle weakening it and requiring more and more time dealing with the turmoil. In fact the opposite was true. The province was strong, as great an ally as it had ever been and it seemed to be at the heart of the innovation and renovation that the Empire desperately needed.

As a noble and as a direct representative of the Empire Flavius' behaviour was definitely odd and there was concern that the House of Sparta was getting out of hand but Flavius did make sense.

Protocol at the Imperial Palace could reduce any stranger to a gibbering wreck. Flavius guided Fabian through it all and the Emperor was impressed as Fabian knelt, before standing and accepting the Emperor's proffered hand. He managed a calm 'Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty' which was more than many were able to do.

The Emperor ignored Flavius from then on.

"A simple sir will do, Fabian," the Emperor said, "Please sit down. I know nothing about computers except that they break down when you need them the most. I hope you can prevent it from happening again."

Fabian grinned.

"I don't think anyone can do that, sir," he replied, "The real problem is that most users think that only nerds and weirdos can understand them. It's not true and you could easily learn enough to fix ninety per cent of problems yourself."

Flavius winced at the breach of protocol.

"I mean one of your slaves could, sir," Fabian quickly added.

"I suggest you give your slave a good thrashing later," the Emperor snapped, "I know what you meant."

He grinned.

"And I'm flattered that you think I can do more than just stand around giving orders."

Fabian's life over the last week or so had been a series of shocks and surprises that had left him almost numb. Discovering that his Emperor was a practical, down to earth man instead of a near god was one of them but he just accepted it without thinking about it.

The Emperor ordered drinks and they continued to talk about computers. He noticed that as Fabian relaxed his hand rested on Flavius' shoulder, who was kneeling obediently beside him.

Once, Fabian was caught off guard by a question and Flavius moved to intervene. Fabian had snapped at him to shut up and the Emperor had noted the irritation, followed by amusement and then pride in his protégé flash across Flavius' face.

When the Emperor complimented him on his knowledge and confidence Fabian replied, "I needed training for my confidence, sir."

He was asked to explain and described his visit to the Post Office.

"And are you keen on football, Fabian," the Emperor asked.

"I've played a bit when I was younger, sir, but Dad didn't think it was a suitable sport for an Imperial employee. There's a freeman I know and I sneak round to his house to watch a game."

"None of the the teams from your province are left in the cup, are they?" the Emperor said, "Who do think will win this afternoon?"

"Dad's got a bet on the North African team, sir," Fabian replied, "I think he's right."

"Nonsense. Not enough stamina. It's all speed and slick with them. They'll wear themselves out and Nouveau Provence will flatten them."

"And have you put your money where your mouth is?" Fabian asked

He paused, turned bright red and clasped his hands to his mouth before leaping up.

"I'm so sorry Your Imperial Majesty," he stammered.

Flavius was trying to keep his composure and not fall on the floor in fits of laughter. The Emperor's serving slaves were not sure whether to be shocked or join him.

The Emperor looked stunned, glanced at Flavius then at Fabian before snapping , "Sit down boy. We'll watch the match together then we'll see how your father likes losing his money. I take it he'll be watching?"

"He's at work, sir," Fabian replied, "He'll watch the highlights tonight."

"Hmm," the Emperor grunted as he picked up the phone.

A little later, Paulus was startled when a couple of engineers brought a massive TV into his office and hastily began fixing up an aerial. The executive who had argued football with him at the lunch put his head round the door and timidly asked, "Would the Emperor mind if I watched it with you?"

The court circular announced that the Emperor was spending the afternoon dealing with state papers. The truth was different. He had taken Fabian and his slaves into a viewing room with a cinema sized screen and made the slaves take a couple of stiff drinks before asking them what teams they supported. The alcohol did it's work and they followed Fabian's lead in arguing with their Emperor, Lord and Master.

By Palace standards, watching the match was a riotous event and they all left afterwards a little drunk. The Emperor understood why Flavius liked to get away from his rank and power when he could, the slaves had enjoyed an afternoon which no one would ever believe while Fabian took it all in his stride as just another shock to his understanding of the world.

Fabian telephoned his father after the match and as they discussed it the Emperor called out, "How does he like losing his money?"

"Who's that drunken fool?" Paulus asked.

"His Imperial Highness," Fabian replied.

"Don't make jokes like that," his father snapped, "It's most disrespectful."

Half an hour after leaving the viewing room it was as if nothing had happened and the afternoon was never mentioned again and even those who knew more than the court circular assumed that they were watching one of Fabian's presentations.

Fabian did give formal presentations to various experts including visual ones. It was obvious to Flavius that they were against change on principal and tried to unsettle Fabian but the boy was beyond nervousness and he remained confident. More importantly he knew his subject.

Flavius found himself with a lot of free time. Only the Emperor had recognised him and that was because he had been half expecting the House of Sparta to do something. The old saying that no one ever looks at a slave remained true and he was ignored. Flavius found himself in the background leaving him to learn a lot as he watched the Palace going about it's business.

Fabian had impressed the Emperor by speaking so openly and was sure that it was because of Flavius' influence. Fabian had been summoned to the Imperial presence several times and at times it seemed as if the Emperor was just sizing him up.

Just before Fabian and Flavius were due to return home the Emperor asked Fabian why His Excellency Flavius Aulus had not acknowledged the invitation to a reception which was to be held on the night before their departure.

"I don't know anything about it, sir," Fabian replied, "Flavius?"

"His Excellency knows nothing about it," Flavius replied, "The Provincial Palace would have passed on any such message."

"You'll have to come out of incognito, Flavius," the Emperor said, "It'll be embarrassing admitting that you've been prancing around like a slave for a fortnight but there's no choice but I'll say you misinterpreted my instructions to brief Fabian on Palace etiquette."

"We've got a couple of days, sir," Flavius said, "Let me see what I can do."

"In that case I can't help you, Flavius," the Emperor said, "Governors should be capable of arranging their own official visits. If I intervene it'll seem as if I can't trust you.

"I take it that Fabian is officially in charge?"

"Yes sir," Flavius answered

"In that case, I can let you have someone to advise you on protocol. You'd better get on."

As they made their way through the palace, a court flunky hurried over to a panic stricken Fabian to ask what he needed.

"Excuse me, Master," Flavius said, "May I call Hans to begin the preparations and may I ask whether His Excellency should attend with a full retinue?"

Retinues were a delicate subject. In Imperial circles they were a badge of rank but their make up involved extreme care in protocol and etiquette. Over the millennia they had been used as an excuse to get armed troops into the palace ready for an uprising and at other times had been needed to prevent their master from being assassinated. Nowadays, retinues were more likely to consist of secretaries and accountants and sometimes a couple of beefy ex-soldiers who ensured that their master was not jostled. What was appropriate and what was not caused eternal debate.

The flunky dare not suggest anything without consultation and hurried off to inquire.

"Let's get back to our quarters, Fabian," Flavius muttered under his breath.

"Easy, Fabian," Flavius whispered as Fabian hurried off, "Only His Imperial Majesty's business requires people to hurry in the Palace."

Fabian grinned as he slowed his pace. Once in their quarters, Flavius pushed Fabian into a chair and sat on his lap.

"The Emperor's up to something," Flavius said, "He could have insisted I come out of incognito and present myself. Yet he's letting me try to get out of this."

Flavius thought for a moment, "I'll have to talk to Mother. She knows all about court politics. Maybe she can figure it out."

He picked up the phone and dialled, holding it so Fabian could hear.

"The Emperor doesn't make fools of people," Julia said, "But according to your Father he lets them make fools of themselves. Be careful. You're going to be under a lot of scrutiny especially when you make your official entrance. You've got little warning to prepare."

Flavius heard her telling someone to fetch Hans before turning back to him. ""You're cut off from your adult advisers but you're entitled to your personal slaves. I'll send Craig and Ty along with the House of Sparta. The boys and your best clothes will be on the plane in a couple of hours."

"No, Mother," Flavius said, "Get everything on standby and have General Maximilian call me as soon as possible."

General Maximilian phoned less than half an hour later.

"Your mother's briefed me," he said, "How can I help?"

"I need a place to start from outside the city so that I can officially enter it," Flavius replied, "And I've got to very unofficially sneak out of it."

"I understand, sir," the General said, "Leave it to me. Is there anything else?"

"If Private Black and his friend Joe are willing, I'd like them to pack their day uniforms and dress uniforms then see that they're put with my baggage but report to Hans dressed as slaves."

"Yes sir," General Maximilian replied. "I'll make sure they know it's purely voluntary."

"Thank you, General," Flavius said, "Please explain that I'm thinking of the chain of command and Hans is in charge."

"Yes sir. I'm sure that they'll understand."

"You don't need me," Fabian said sadly after the General had hung up, "Maybe I should go and get out of the way."

"According to that flunky you're part of the invitation so you're already part of it," Flavius said, "Mother and Father have been teaching me about this since I could talk. This will be my first official visit to Rome so I have to make a grand entrance. You know the set up at the Governor's Palace. I stand at the podium at the end of hall and everyone arrives and walks down the hall to greet me.

"We can't appear from these quarters and arrive before the Emperor from any old angle. The safest way of doing it is that we arrive by car and enter like every other guest.

"If you walk beside me, I'll be declaring you my equal and that will cause a scandal. If you walk two steps behind me, you'll be regarded as little more than a servant so I want you just half a step behind me on my right.

"The House of Sparta will follow three steps behind. That makes them my retinue or bodyguard which I'm entitled to because of my rank but as I've just said, they're servants."

Flavius thought for a moment, "Maybe this is what it's all about. The Emperor is testing me to see if I can do things right. We daren't make a mistake and it's not about needing you because we both need the other to keep our credibility in Rome."

Fabian nodded nervously suddenly wishing that he was back home safely working in the Post Office and, like his father, leaving important matters to his betters.

His phone rang again.

"Colonel Villiers will help you, sir," General Maximilian said, "He runs a supply depot just outside of Rome and is looking forward to a break in the routine."

"Get the slaves and my baggage there, please General. I'll need a limousine and transport for my retinue and… "

He tailed off thinking that he may have forgotten something.

"Colonel Villiers knows what to do, sir," the General interrupted, "Leave the logistics to him and leave the transport to me. We're working to your plan so delegate to your subordinates. Save yourself for your part."

"Thank you General," Flavius said, "Ask Colonel Villiers to phone me when everyone has arrived."

After another meeting that afternoon, Fabian was free to leave the Palace and explore Rome followed by his slave. They were quickly lost in the crowds. As they reached the agreed spot, no one cared that a car drew up, a slave leapt out to hold the door open for Fabian, before it sped away again.

Colonel Villiers greeted Fabian cordially while staring curiously at his slave and led them all to a conference room.

As they all sat down, Flavius said, "I'm sorry about the dress but I've got to be Flavius Aulus for a time. The reception is the day after tomorrow. My official arrival will be that morning. The afternoon will officially be briefing the Emperor and there will be a celebration in the evening."

Flavius took a deep breath. "I've been in the Palace for a week as a slave and only the Emperor has recognised me. Let me give you free men a warning. Slaves are not deaf. They hear and understand everything that you say in front of them. Half the palace is expecting a stupid, irresponsible degenerate, better off working in the kitchens than running a province. I don't think the Emperor believes that but he's up to something.

"With your help everything will run smoothly until the celebration. As you know, in the early days of the Empire, Emperors spent vast amounts putting on Gladiatorial Games. They were massive events to entertain the population and the Games made or broke an Emperor's popularity. The custom of spectacles to please the crowds still goes on though they're on a much smaller scale.

"Tonight's celebration is going to be televised and and it's been announced that there's going to be a spectacle. Now I've heard more than one person say that I'm going to be brought down that night and shown up for what I really am."

There were gasps around the room as Fabian snapped, "Why haven't you told me before?"

"Because it was my duty to see that your business here was successful," Flavius replied, "I couldn't distract you."

Fabian stayed silent nodding grudgingly.

"Privates Black and Grimes," Flavius continued, "Once I'm collected on the day, you should head home. No one will remember a couple of slaves acting as chauffeur so you'll be in the clear. Colonel, you won't be involved if you stick to providing quarters and transport. As for the House of Sparta, if any of you want to go back with Reg and Joe then I'll understand. And Fabian, I suggest that you feel sick and can't stop shaking now that you've completed your task. It's not uncommon. I've had people feel that way when I've summoned them."

"I'm staying, Flavius," Reg said, "And if you don't think I'll support my Provincial Governor one hundred per cent support I'll put you across my knee and give you the spanking of your life."

Colonel Villiers had heard how Flavius could separate his two roles but it was the first time he had seen it. He had the feeling that Private Black had just committed a string of offences but before he could react Ty spoke up.

"So will I," he said.

All the boys stared at Ty who blushed bright red.

"Good for you," Hans said, "Flavius, you won't be able to sit for a year if you send us away."

Amid the chuckles, Flavius gulped trying to hide tears, not because of the threats but because of their loyalty.

"Sir, I suggest you return to the palace," Colonel Villiers said, "Leave the formal arrangements to us and see what you can learn about the spectacle."

It made sense and Flavius complied. Nothing much happened the following day except that Fabian's departure was announced. They were collected again, and although Reg jumped out of the car they had a different driver who was not dressed as a slave but simply stripped to the waist.

As they turned into the lane leading to the depot, the driver pulled up. Asking Flavius to be patient Reg sprinted off towards the depot. The driver dressed then waited until he got a radio message.

As the car entered the gates a full guard of honour in ceremonial dress came to attention, presenting arms. The driver got out and and hurried round to open the door for Flavius standing smartly as he held the door. Colonel Villiers marched across and saluted.

"The guard is ready for inspection, Your Excellency," he snapped out.

"You know I'm not dressed for this sort of formality," Flavius snapped back feeling a little embarrassed.

"Your Excellency, the entire Roman Army is at your disposal because of your reforms," Colonel Villiers replied, "You do your Imperial Service through that tunic so it's good enough for us."

"In that case Colonel, I'd be honoured," Flavius replied.

Taking his time, he walked along the line of men. He stopped to ask about an insignia he did not recognise, compared notes on boot cleaning with another, before finally stopping in front of Reg who was in the line next to Joe.

"Are you sure that you want to stay?" Flavius asked.

"Are you sure that you don't want that spanking, boy?" Reg replied.

Flavius turned to the soldier beside him desperately trying not to show his shock at Reg's remark.

"He gets his rudeness from my slaves," he said, "but I'm glad he's here."

"Yes sir," the soldier said, "I wish I could speak to my commanding officer like that."

Colonel Villiers coughed gently.

"My apologies, Colonel," Flavius said, "I'm not ready to be a General yet but I do appreciate the effort you've all made for me but I think we need to start discussing the arrangements for tomorrow."

As the guard was dismissed and Flavius began walking to the offices with Colonel Villiers, Hans approached them.

"Excuse me, Colonel," he said, "While he's in that tunic he's under my authority and I'm ordering him to rest."

"Stop treating me like a baby, Hans," Flavius snapped angrily, "I'm not sick any more."

"And we're going to keep you that way," Hans replied calmly and quietly, "Once you're dressed tomorrow we'll all be looking to you to lead us. For now you'll rest."

"It's your depot, Colonel," Flavius asked hopefully, "What do you say."

"That your slave is right and you should relax," Colonel Villiers replied then seeing the House of Sparta boys standing a little way away added, "Tell your squad to follow us."

He headed for some woods just outside of the camp. As they got nearer they heard loud splashes and youthful laughter. Colonel Villiers looked at Hans who smiled and nodded.

They stopped by a large man made pond. Boys of all ages were playing happily but stopped and looked respectfully at Colonel Villiers.

"This is Flavius Aulus," the Colonel said, "He needs some rest and recreation because he has a big day tomorrow. I'd like you to help him and his friends. Oh! If you think he's too grand to play with you, he'll chuck you in the water."

Hans dropped his tunic.

"Come on everyone," he yelled, "Last one in, sucks dick."The local boys were already naked or in the water. It so happened that Luke was the last one in.

Colonel Villiers chuckled to himself as he wandered back to his office. The slave Hans certainly knew how to break the ice.

Fabian had headed for their quarters feeling a little lost. A few moments later Ty crept in ready to serve him.

"You seem troubled, sir," Ty said when Fabian greeted him.

"I feel like a hanger on doing nothing while every one else is helping Flavius," Fabian explained.

"You're doing work connected with his Imperial Service," Ty said, "He's out being a child at the moment but when he comes back he'll need a lover and tomorrow he'll need an adult beside him and that'll be you."

Fabian thought for a moment then grinned.

"Thank you," he said, "Pour us both a drink while we can relax."

Flavius returned just after dark, still wet, cold and exhausted. Fabian rubbed him down with a towel and took him to bed. Flavius slept, impaled on Fabian's cock, and Fabian's arms wrapped round him.

The following morning, it was His Excellency, Flavius Aulus who got dressed with the help of his servants. Before they sat down to breakfast everyone of the boys, starting with Fabian knelt and announced that they were at his service. Reg and Joe bowed instead of kneeling and even Colonel Villiers felt obliged to nod his head before offering his service.

When the time came for them to leave, Flavius stared at the convoy. In the lead four motor cycle outriders lights already flashing and sirens waiting to be switched on. Then there was the limousine. Pennants flew from each front wing. A soldier from the depot was driving while Private Black stood in full uniform holding the door. A second vehicle, large enough to carry the House of Sparta boys followed, also driven by a local soldier who knew the city but they only rated Craig to hold the door. Then there was a back up vehicle driven by Private Grimes with Ty as footman. Two more motor cycles brought up the rear.

Fabian got into the limousine waiting as Flavius thanked Colonel Villiers for all his help before getting in himself. As they swept past the wood all his friends from the previous night gave him a cheer which he acknowledged with a big smile. Then it was on into Rome.

The rest of his official arrival was an anti climax. The procession swept into the palace at exactly the right time and pulled up at the grand entrance. Reg ran round and opened the door for him and he stepped out to be greeted by the palace guard of honour which he duly inspected.

Again Flavius took his time and spoke to a few of the soldiers. By then Fabian was in his his rightful position and his own retinue lined up behind them. He walked confidently into the reception hall and strode along it's length towards the Emperor.

At the base of the podium he knelt saying loudly and clearly, "Your Imperial Majesty, I'm at your service."

He stood moved slightly to one side to allow Fabian to repeat the ritual.

"Welcome Flavius Aulus," the Emperor said, "Given your other duties this week I'm surprised that you were able to prepare for this visit."

"I have friends who are always there when I need them, Your Imperial Majesty."

"Then I congratulate you on your choice of friends and again, Welcome to Rome."

"Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty."

The Majordomo hurried up to him and said, "Please allow me to show you to your apartment."

And the audience was over.

In the afternoon, Flavius had his first audience as Governor with the Emperor. Once the official business was over they relaxed.

"You've done well, Flavius," the Emperor said, "Your father would have been very proud of you and I'm delighted with your Imperial Service. You've shaken things up in a way that no one else has ever done."

"Thank you, sir," Flavius replied.

"The trouble is the Palace doesn't like change," the Emperor continued, "Neither does the Civil Service. They're out to get you. Octavia and the family idiot Ignatius felt that they were stronger than they were because of it. Has your official summons arrived, by the way."

"Yes sir," Flavius answered, "Mother said it arrived this morning."

"You only left the palace last night, you must have been up all night organising your arrival."

"No sir," Flavius replied, "Hans wouldn't let me organise anything. We went swimming with some of the local boys. He left it to General Maximilian and Colonel Villiers."

Your slave wouldn't let you and he assigned the work to a General and a Colonel of my army," the Emperor muttered, "Do suppose he'll grant me an audience when he's not busy."

Flavius laughed

"I know it sound odd, sir. It's just that he doesn't want me to get ill again."

"I know," the Emperor said, "General Maximilian does brief me and I've spoken to Colonel Villiers today. Spraying graffiti aside, I approve of your activities but they still leave you open to accusations of degeneracy and breaking the social order. So you're vulnerable, upsetting people and the missing summons suggests that they're out to get you. I think something's going to happen tonight."

"I know sir," Flavius answered, "The spectacle has something to do with gladiatorial games and they're going to be used to humiliate me. I know that the Games Master is involved and so is Senator Willius but I don't know any of the details."

"You can tell me how you found out later," the Emperor said, "First there's the missing summons. If you had been home then you wouldn't have known anything about it. You were supposed to arrive in a panic ignoring all protocol when the majordomo phoned asking you to confirm your arrival time. Agreed."

"Yes sir."

"Instead you even had the courtesy to inspect the guard. You'd be surprised how many visitors are too flustered."

"Colonel Villiers reminded me, sir," Flavius said, "He said it would give my retinue time to get organised."

"I don't know much more about tonight than you do. The Palace is riddled with intrigues and plots and it seems to be getting worse all the time."

The Emperor studied Flavius for so long that Flavius began to get nervous.

"I'll give you the same choice you gave your subordinates," he said at last, "I can announce that you've had to return home on urgent Provincial and Imperial business or I can throw you to the wolves and trust you to save your own skin tonight. I won't be able to help you then. If you succeed then I may be able to turn it to my advantage. Well?"

"I'm at your service, Your Imperial Majesty," Flavius replied without hesitation.

"I never doubted it, boy," the Emperor said as he pressed the bell for a flunky, "Governor Aulus may have some unusual requests concerning tonight's reception. See that they're met."

Once back in his quarters, the first thing that Flavius did was to send for Private Black. As Flavius had requested he arrived in a slave tunic.

"There are observation rooms around the reception hall so that underlings can observe their betters without contaminating them," Flavius said, "I want you to take command of Joe, Craig and Ty and wait in one as close to the entrance as possible. I can't give any instructions except use your initiative."

"Yes sir," Private Black replied, "Should I stay dressed as a slave?"

"Yes but keep your uniforms with you and again, use your initiative."

While they were all assembled he repeated what the Emperor had told him.

"Is this what it feels like to go into battle?" Alan asked.

"A bit," Reg answered, "Only we risk being humiliated not killed."

The tension built up as the time for the reception approached. It was almost a relief when they began to get ready. Once again Flavius strode up to the podium but this time he bowed and was invited to sit beside the Emperor. Fabian was invited to sit just behind him. His retinue lined up beside the podium.

The Emperor greeted other governors and called for the Spectacle to begin.

Slaves pulled a raised platform into the hall until it was a few feet from the podium. It was about a foot from the ground and twelve foot square. The Games Master followed leading a line youths, all were naked and aged between about fourteen and sixteen years old. The Games Master jumped onto the platform and held a microphone up.

"In honour of the Empire's youngest Governor for many centuries we are offering a display to demonstrate the virtues of modern youth," he said, "They may not be facing death like gladiators of old but these training swords deliver excruciating bolts of electricity. They have all experienced the consequences of failure in training and will show all their strength and skill to avoid another such experience.

"Bring on the first pair."

Two boys leapt onto the platform. There bodies had been oiled so they glistened in the lights. They were hairless and muscular. They wore clear plastic helmets and held a sword in one hand with a dagger in the other.

At times the weapons crackled ominously with electricity. Along what should be cutting edges was a series of metal studs.

They stood facing the Emperor raising their swords in salute. The Games Master left platform leaving the two gladiators to turn and face each other, eyeing each other warily. Suddenly one of them lunged. The other stepped back simultaneously deflecting the sword with his dagger. Briefly the attackers body was completely exposed as he used his dagger arm to balance himself before stepping back himself.

He had pushed his opponent a little towards the edge of the platform but in the process left himself vulnerable. He tried the same manoeuvre again but this time his opponent was expecting it. His balance was better, countered the sword stroke with his dagger again but this time swung his own sword.

The flat of blade struck the other on his side below his ribs and slid round across his belly. As they touched the skin, the crackle of electricity became louder and sparks shot from the studs.

The boy screamed in agony as his muscles convulsed and continued twitching even after the sword had broken contact and his legs buckled. The victor leapt out of the way as the losers sword jerked downwards. He swung his own sword again, almost stroking the losing boy's arm so that his sword fell from his hand.

"Hold," yelled the Games Master.

The victor turned, saluted the Emperor and leapt triumphantly from the platform. Flavius stood and cheered along with the rest of the spectators just as flushed and excited by the fight.

The Games Master was back on the platform. He bowed to the Emperor then bowed to Flavius.

"Your Excellency," he said, "Your willingness to face hardship and danger is legendary. Would you care to compete?"

In spite of excitement Flavius realised that he was caught in a trap. If he accepted he would be the degenerate who prostituted his body for public entertainment. If he refused then he would be hiding from danger behind his office.

"It's slave Flavius who would love to compete but he is not present today," he replied, "Would you be so kind as to supply me with some of those weapons so that my friends and I can train with them in the privacy of my gymnasium."

"So it is a different Flavius Aulus who refuses to hide behind his office. Then perhaps you would nominate a champion from your retinue."

"No," Flavius replied, "I will not order them to go where I can't lead."

Flavius knew it was a good time for a theatrical pause.

"They may volunteer in their own name if they wish."

Flavius had lost something from his refusal to fight. He had been right of course but he had not faced the challenge and the audience was after a display of courage. The Games Master turned to the House of Sparta boys.

"Will any of you go where your master will not?" he asked.

Flavius flinched and looked defeated as Brutus stepped forward.

"Flavius Aulus has other duties tonight," he called out, "I'm sure even you understand the concept of service. I'll fight."

The Games Master frowned. Things were not going as expected. Flavius may have lost a little face but Brutus had definitely gained respect. Flavius was struggling to sit calmly, knowing that anything else would make matters worse especially with the Emperor watching him.

Before Brutus could be led to the platform, the Emperor stood up.

His Excellency has just learned that urgent Provincial business demands his attention and wishes to retire for a time. You'll be pleased to know that there is a slave Flavius in the palace."

He turned to Flavius and whispered, "Go on, Flavius. You didn't deserve those insults."

As Flavius left the podium he approached Brutus who immediately stopped, put his hands behind his back and looked at the floor.

"Keep going or you'll spoil it," he muttered.

"Fight well, Boy," Flavius said loudly offering his hand and was able to mouth a silent thank you before he walked on.

Brutus' fight was over in moments. As in the previous fight, his opponent lunged. Before he realised what was happening his sword was flying through the air from a flick of Brutus' sword hand while his dagger jabbed under the boy's ribs. As he jerked his hand towards the pain he found Brutus' sword at his throat. Admitting defeat he dropped his dagger and awaited Brutus' mercy.

"Administer the final stroke," the Games Master called out.

Brutus lowered his sword.

"Stabbing his kidneys should be fatal enough," Brutus called out, "I don't torture people."

"Unless they enjoy it of course," he whispered to the youth who grinned. The audience of nobles liked Brutus' answer and applauded.

Brutus turned to the Games Master.

"Can I keep the vanquished as a prize?" he asked, "I'd like to fuck him."

This time the audience roared with laughter and Brutus continued staring at the Games Master demanding an answer. The Games Master nodded, triumph in his eyes. Brutus left the platform with the boy following.

"You fucking idiot," Hans almost yelled at him, "What happens if Flavius loses."

Brutus looked horror struck but stood his ground. "Flavius can take a fucking. It'll be a debt of honour so it won't be a disgrace. If we lose I'm worried that he'll have far worse to contend with and I was thinking about getting information about what we're dealing with."

"Sorry," Hans said, "You're right. You've got the crowd on side which is good as well. I'm wondering if they'll try and kill him."

Brutus turned to his prize.

"What's your name, boy?" he asked.

"David, Master," the youth replied.

Brutus looked in Hans direction as he continued, "Don't worry, David. I didn't claim you to fuck you. Who are you boys?"

David blushed, "Criminals, Master. Instead of going to the traders we were sent to the Games Master to be taught to be gladiators. That was my first real fight."

"And who's the best fighter?"

David thought for a moment. "The big one. He's fourteen, got no skill but just goes smashing in. He really likes to hurt us too.

The voice of the Games Master interrupted them.

"Does the House of Sparta have any more warriors?" he asked.

Steven stepped forward. "The General's used one of those on me but I've never fought with one. If I can hold him off long enough, study their technique."

Steven's opponent sensed victory as soon as Steven took up position. It was awkward and wrong. Again the boy lunged. Almost cat like, Steven jumped out of the way. He took a clumsy swing and missed. The boy was agile as well as he stepped back and sliced towards Steven's arm which was already out of the way. Still Steven was in no position to threaten his opponent but as the boy struck again, so again Steven dodged him.

While Steven seemed to use the minimum of effort, his opponent steeled himself for the attack and tensed every muscle in his body. Suddenly Steven jabbed. The boy almost fell backwards even though the blade stopped well short of his position but Steven flicked sideways and caught the boy's dagger wrist. He yelped and dropped the weapon.

Steven stepped back allowing the boy to pick the dagger back up. The boy raised his sword in thanks before stepping forward to grab the dagger and charge forward raising the weapon towards Steven's groin. Again Steven sidestepped the attack as the boy fell past him and this time, Steven had positioned himself correctly and swung his sword against the boy's backside. It was hard enough to give the boy a little extra momentum while the electric jolt made him lose control of his legs. He stumbled, fell and rolled off the platform.

Steven saluted the Emperor and marched back to his friends ignoring the Games Master.

"How did you learn to move like that?" Brutus asked.

"The General," Steven replied, "He might not want to fight me but he loves to chase me. Did you learn anything."

"They were all sentenced about two weeks ago and have been training ever since. The Games Master is no sword master and they only know the rudiments. David seems to think the most skilled were the first team."

Chapter 13

"I'll go next," Luke said, "Get Flavius up to speed. Be quick, I've never done this before."

He stepped forward before Games Master could say anything. Even the TV commentators were remarking on the tension.

Luke was completely outclassed. He managed to avoid the first lunge but as he staggered back a step, raising his sword to block a downward slash he felt a fire in his thigh as the dagger found it's mark. As his leg buckled, he screamed as the sword slashed his back he collapsed. He was semi conscious just convulsing as more blows rained down on him.

It was the crowd that started to yell Hold, Hold and finally the Games Master yelled out his command. No one applauded the winner as he saluted the Emperor and left the platform. In surprise at the hostile reaction from the crowd he did not dare claim Luke as his prize.

Medics rushed over to treat Luke. He was lifted from the platform and carried over to his friends.

"He needs to get to bed and rest but he won't leave," a medic said, "Keep him warm and give him plenty of fluids. Take him to hospital for a check out but he should be fine."

The Games Master was back on the platform but the Emperor held up his hand looking towards Luke. The crowd was silent waiting.

It took Hans a few moments to realise what was happening. He stood up, bowed respectfully and called out that Luke was OK. The crowd cheered but although the Emperor was smiling he still held his hand up.

"I'll go next," Hans said, "I won't be long either. Just get as much intelligence as you can, Flavius."

"I should go," Alan said.

"Not this year," Hans said but before anyone could stop him Alan had marched out.

"We don't have anything your size, little boy," the Games Master sneered.

"Then I'll take the next size up," Alan snapped back, "I'll tell you what. I'll take that last one, if he's not too tired from all that slashing."

The crowd was silent again. They had heard Alan's anger and looked uncertain.

"Withdraw, boy," The Emperor said, "There'll be no disgrace."

Alan turned, faced the Emperor and bowed.

"No!" he called out, clearly and firmly.

"I'm going to claim you for a prize and do a lot more than fuck you," his opponent said as he stepped onto the platform.

As the fight began he started with the usual lunge. Alan dropped to his knees and ducked. As his opponent's momentum carried his sword past Alan, he slashed upwards with his dagger catching the other boy's balls. Just the blow would have incapacitated him but the shocks just felled him, making him drop his own weapons. Alan rolled out of the way before standing, bowing to the Emperor and walking back to his stunned friends.

"Those lunges always seemed to aim high," he explained, "I just thought I had a chance of getting under them. I'm glad it worked because I didn't have any other ideas and it's three one to us."

"They're waiting," Hans said, "It's me now."

"No!" Flavius said, "You've never used a sword. You'll just get hurt like Luke.

"Please Master," David said, "May I fight for you?"

"Why do you want to do that?" Flavius asked.

The Games Master's on the platform," Brutus said, "We'll have to be quick."

"Please let me go, Master," David begged, "I'll tell you why later.

"Step forward," Flavius said, "It might not be allowed."

The hall fell into a confused silence as David walked to the platform.

"Stop," the Games Master snapped, "I'll not select a loser for a second time. Get back."

David hesitated, unable to speak as he realised that everyone was watching him. The Emperor looked towards the Sparta boys as if for help.

Hans strode up to stand beside David. They whispered briefly

"David wishes to fight for Flavius Aulus," he announced.

"You betray me and I'll see you flogged to death," the Games Master snarled.

"Can you explain why?" the Emperor asked, "It does seem unusual."

Hans bowed.

"Your Imperial Majesty, David may be able to face another fight but he cannot speak easily in front of so many," he explained.

"You may have time to hear him in private then explain it to us."

Once Hans had taken him to one side, David spoke quickly and clearly. Soon they were back at the platform with David blushing deep red.

"David admits to being a petty criminal and has been in trouble for most of his life," Hans said, "He has a brother who has just started school and is doing well. The brother has a chance that David never had and it's due to Master Flavius' reforms. He did not know who he was fighting or he would have refused. Now that he has been claimed by Brutus he can fight for him."

"He's not fighting for Flavius Aulus then," the Emperor asked.

Hans hesitated uncertain how to reply. Flavius strode forward.

"David has already fought for His Excellency by standing here and trying to speak out for his reforms. That means more than fighting with dummy swords to entertain a crowd."

The Emperor nodded, "And His Excellency would not deign to stand on that platform to fight for his reforms either."

"No, Your Imperial Highness. To be expected to do so would be an insult but as a slave of the House of Sparta, my friends and I have endured enough insults tonight and I would fight with real swords to answer them."

Not even the Emperor could stop the cheers and applause that greeted that speech.

"You'll face enough unpleasantness if you lose," the Emperor said, "You do not need to offer your life. Use the same weapons as your friends."

As Flavius stepped up onto the stage the big youth that David had mentioned stepped up as well.

"I'm gonna take more than your arse you stupid little prick," he said as they squared up, "Nice dick. You won't be keeping it."

Flavius was not exactly unnerved by the threat because if anything he had been overconfident and still angry. He resisted an urge to protectively close his legs and focused on the fight ahead.

The boy opposite Flavius could pass as eighteen years old or more if he was dressed. His dagger could reach almost as far as Flavius' sword and he could move more quickly than the other boys in his team. However he was thin with little muscle definition. Flavius decided that he could move quickly because there was little to move even if his build meant that he was a little stronger and heavier than Flavius. Even his cock, average for a boy his age, looked tiny on his oversized frame.

Flavius jabbed his sword forward. It was little more than a quick jerk but the other stepped back before recovering. He'd also swung his dagger ready to intercept the thrust. Flavius was satisfied. There had been an opening which Flavius could have taken advantage of but he was just probing and testing as he jabbed again.

The third time, instead of just recovering the youth pushed himself forwards thrusting with his sword. Flavius parried it with his dagger but they had closed the gap and he found himself parrying his opponent's dagger with his sword. It was taking all of his strength to stop the blades pushing towards him while his opponent's weight was forcing him back. While the other boy had allowed all his weight to push forwards leaving him unbalanced, Flavius was properly balanced. Suddenly he dropped to his knees twisting as he fell pulling back his dagger arm. With his support gone on one side the other boy could not stop falling, twisting in his turn. Flavius was instantly on his feet leaping back from the flailing arms. Pain surged through his leg as the boy's sword made the briefest of contacts but the boy had fallen awkwardly and had hurt his own arm more.

Flavius limped a couple of steps and then the cramp was gone. His opponent was struggling to stand while crawling out of Flavius' reach. Again he showed his inexperience. Flavius swung his sword to slap the other boy's arse. He released the safety button so although the slap was hard enough to make him fall forwards there were no shocks. Flavius stepped back allowing his opponent to stand.

"Do you want to speak to me a little more respectfully?" Flavius asked calmly.

"Screw you," the boy snarled as he raised his sword to charge forward. At just the right moment, Flavius stepped sideways and thrust with his own sword jabbing the other's hip. The jolt was just long enough to make his muscles spasm so that he crashed heavily onto the the floor.

Even the boy had realised that Flavius was just playing with him. With the cramp in his leg he was more reluctant to stand and face Flavius.

"I'm just waiting for the chance to reach your balls," Flavius said calmly, "Like I told another slave, I don't cut them, I fry them, over and over again."

The boy stared at Flavius then suddenly burst into tears, dropping his weapons to stand helplessly with his hands by his side. Flavius stepped forward with his sword an inch from the boy's chest who tensed, waiting for the jolt.

Flavius lowered his sword, and turned looking for the Games Master before striding over to him raising his sword again until it was at the man's throat.

"Now it's your turn," Flavius said, "Strip and pick up a sword."

The Games Master turned to the Emperor.

"Please Your Imperial Majesty," he begged.

"Do you really want to fight him?" the Emperor asked.

"Fight a man that sends badly trained children to do what he won't do?" Flavius sneered scornfully, "That would be degenerate."

Flavius lowered his sword until it was halfway between the Games Master's navel and genitals then thrust forward. The older man screamed with agony and as he collapsed he released his bladder so that fell into a growing puddle of his own piss.

He looked at the terrified slaves that the Games Master had brought.

"I claim you all as my prize," he announced, "Get over there with the others."

Adrenalin was still coursing through Flavius' body and there was a fire in his eyes as he marched over to the Emperor's podium.

"May I have permission to retire so that His Excellency can return, please sir," he asked.

"Someone fetch him his tunic," the Emperor snapped and once Flavius was dressed held out his own hand to help him onto the podium before calling Hans to join them.

"This Spectacle is over," the Emperor said, "The Games Master promised us a display that would honour the Empire's youngest Governor and demonstrate the virtues of modern youth. He has succeeded."

The Emperor paused while the cheers and applause died down.

"Flavius Aulus has protected his Governorship with the dignity and authority that his rank demands."

Again the Emperor paused for the cheers.

"He has also defended his personal honour with courage.

The applause was just as intense. He was the Emperor so the applause was as much for him as Flavius.

"And once again he has defeated a plot to undermine him, destroy the stability of a strategically vital province leaving it only fit for the jackals to fight over."

This time the applause was muted, as the spectators grappled with the direction the speech was now taking.

"Sadly, the Games Master's intention was to humiliate and destroy the credibility of young Flavius in payment for the bribes he has received from Senators Willius, Crassius and Hensius as well as Prince Ignatius."

This time the Emperor was waiting for the shocked gasps to die down.

"The Imperial Palace is always riddled with politics and petty power struggles. I cannot stop them but I can limit them. The men I have mentioned will be arrested for corruption as will Court officials who blocked Imperial communications."

Again the Emperor had to wait for the shock waves to die down.

"Twice they have only seen Flavius as a degenerate cavorting with slaves. They overlooked what we saw tonight, the courage, integrity, loyalty and honour of his friends."

There was a sense of relief in the cheering. Maybe there was not going to be mass reprisals.

"Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor, Senator of the Roman Empire, slave of the House of Sparta, please resume your seat as my guest. For those that don't already know, the army regards that tunic as the uniform of his Imperial Service. I agree.

"Where a Spectacle was used to insult these boys I order that a Saturnalia begin to honour them irrespective of rank.

The crowd roared their approval.

"Hans here is the Head Boy of the House of Sparta. I order that the House of Sparta be given Imperial recognition and that the Head Boy be called upon to train the Noble sons of this Empire according to House of Sparta principles."

The applause was deafening again.

"Hans is probably the only slave ever to tell his Emperor to wait and survive. When Flavius was ill I was more or less told that I could either deal with a sick boy or wait and deal with a fit Governor. He also does something that Emperors would love to do. He beats Governors when they're naughty.

"Hans, I would like you to enjoy this saturnalia with the Governor and my family but I imagine you wish to look after your boys."

"Yes Your Imperial Majesty."

"Very well," the Emperor, "Bring your team hiding in the observation room in to join you."

The Emperor had caught the mood of the crowd perfectly. Many were wondering whether their own corruption was being investigated while many of the cliques eased off on their attempts to manipulate Court life but at that moment everyone agreed with the Emperor's opinion of Flavius and his friends.

The following day, Hans strode through the palace corridors on his way to an audience with the Emperor. Used to pressing himself against a wall and trying to be invisible as a free man swept past he was now treated with respect and greeted affably by all ranks.

Arriving at the Emperor's apartment he entered adopting his best slave stance waiting to be noticed.

"Please be our guest for breakfast, Hans," the Emperor said, "I don't suppose you'll allow me to speak to Flavius, today, will you."

Hans grinned.

"No,Your Imperial Highness," he said.

"Sir will do," The Emperor said.

His wife looked shocked and embarrassed at the exchange. Hans glanced at his children. His oldest son and heir seemed uncomfortable but affable, his youngest son a boy of about his age seemed curious and almost awestruck while his middle child, his daughter seemed disgusted at the presence of a mere slave at the table.

"So what are your plans for today?"

"He needs Fabian more than anyone for now. The rest of us were planning on going sightseeing this afternoon and they could join us if they wanted to."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," the Emperor said, "You're stars now and you won't be able to go anywhere without being mobbed. There's more people surrounding the palace than during the food riots three hundred years ago."

Hans looked surprised.

"I've been to the public areas," the Emperor continued, "It's chaos. I'm not complaining, it's like the Golden Times when a brilliant general made the Emperor look good."

"So what should we do, sir?" Hans asked.

"It's still up to you. We can put up barricades and use troops to look after you but whatever you do you won't be incognito like you're used to."

We could go back to the depot we stayed at and have a swimming party but I'm surprised there's so much fuss, sir.

The Emperor laughed.

"Fuss," he exclaimed, "The TV audience didn't know that there was an orchestrated plot against Flavius but they heard the Games Master's insults trying to goad Flavius. They saw how he kept his dignity, defended his office and his reforms as Governors should and the fights to answer the insults were damned good entertainment. Short but none of them were trained gladiators. Even your treatment of the slaves was honourable. You just did everything that the crowd wanted to see"

"I don't understand why those boys were so badly trained," Hans said, "Surely they could have found stronger opponents, sir."

"There was an Emperor once who had a companion as Flavius does," the Emperor explained, " The problem was the the companion behaved like the husband and the emperor like his wife. After one particularly embarrassing state function they were assassinated. Another one liked to pretend he was a little boy and sit on a slave's knee.

"Flavius' enemies haven't been too bright so far and haven't seen beyond him playing the slave assuming that he's going be like the emperors I mentioned. If pushed, his real character would come through. They were right and he did show his true colours last night but not how they expected.

"I have a little intelligence. They seemed to think that Flavius would be too scared or weak minded to risk being hurt so even if Flavius accepted the challenge, the resulting fight would be a clumsy, embarrassing affair. Of course, his friends would be even worse and would still be running."

Hans nodded thoughtfully then grinned.

"I liked the way Flavius challenged the Games Master."

"That's what I mean," the emperor agreed, "The challenge and that crack about sending untrained children was priceless. The Games Master will never be able to show his face in public again."

"And you train, Flavius. The younger Prince said, "Are you a gladiator or a soldier?"

"Neither sir," Hans replied, "I was his body slave and I don't train Flavius. I just run the House of Sparta. We teach each other and have adults to train us."

"So how come you can stand up to Father?"

"Flavius' father was far harsher with the slaves than Flavius himself yet he never punished one for telling the truth. When I was just Flavius' body slave, Flavius insisted I speak up and that is what I do."

"So you train Provincial Governors to wash up and sweep the the floor," the princess sneered, "Very useful and very dignified."

"I learnt that every job has to be done thoroughly and efficiently," Hans replied calmly, "He takes his turn cleaning toilets and he runs the Province. I expect thoroughness and efficiency in both tasks."

"You expect?" the Princess shouted, "How dare you expect anything from a noble?

"It's like the training sergeant in Basic Training. He orders officers around and they're usually nobles," the younger Prince explained and Hans nodded gratefully, "By the way, you could use the Palace pool."

"We got friendly with some of the local kids, sir," Hans explained, "We might be able to arrange a football match as well. He'll be pushed physically without the pressure he was under last night."

"I'll come with you," the Prince said, "That's OK, isn't it, Father?"

"You're not going to forget your position and show me up," the Princess cried angrily, "Tell him, Father."

"It's not up to me," the Emperor said, "First, Julius would have to submit to House of Sparta rules as well as Hans' authority. Second, Hans would have to assure me that it would not prevent him looking out for Flavius."

The Emperor looked at Hans.

"You'll need to wear formal dress, Julius," Hans replied, "The soldiers will expect you to inspect the guard. You can strip naked after that because the boys will probably toss you in the pond. Bring a pair of shorts or a short tunic with you."

"Hans is warning you what to expect," the Emperor said, "You'll won't have any special privileges and you'll get a whipping if you deserve it, son. "

"Tell my boy what I'm doing this afternoon," the Prince called out to a slave, "I want suitable clothes laid out."

"No Julius," Hans said, "That's a Prince speaking, slaves do it themselves."

"Yes but my boy consults with the Valet Master and lays out what he recommends."

"I know that," the Emperor replied, "Hans probably knows it as well. It's not the House of Sparta way and you're being prepared for them. Do you still want to go?"

"Hans, is it all right if I ask for advice?"

"Yes of course.

"Then come to my apartment when Father has finished with you," he paused, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have phrased it like that."

Hans grinned.

"Normally you'd visit us as a guest before accepting our discipline," he said, "So I apologise for giving you orders, sir. I just think that it'll confuse everyone if you're not treated like a full member this afternoon but for now I'm at your service."

"It's a pity you couldn't say that standing properly," the Princess snapped, "Can't you say anything, Mother?"

"Your Father has to deal with all sorts of people," the Empress replied, "I do think, Hans, that you're a personable young man and you're a credit to your master."

"Thank you, Your Imperial Highness," Hans replied.

Although the Emperor tried to make Hans welcome, he was glad to leave and head for Prince Julius' apartment. He was not sure what to expect or how he would be treated but even as a slave he would be able to relax more than at breakfast.

Julius was lying naked on his bed, his hands cupped behind his head and his legs spread apart.

"I couldn't think of any other way of relaxing," he said, "Come and join me. At least we'll be dressed equally, or rather undressed equally."

Hans grinned and complied.

"My brother loves palace life," Julius said before jumping up, "Come and look at these."

Julius took him to a cabinet of beautiful wood carvings. There were birds, animals, even a couple of men and a woman, all naked."

"They're wonderful," Hans said, "Who did them?"

"I'll show you my workshop later," Julius said shyly, "While we're out would I have time to to find some wood?"

Seeing Hans' puzzled look he continued, "You know the Palace, by now. If I'm not careful they'll appoint a Wood Master to select the best cuts for me. If I go out then I have a guard, a slave to carry my tools and a third one to chop the branch or whatever needs doing. In theory it leaves me free to contemplate my art. In practice it's suffocating."

"The swimming hole is in some woods," Hans replied, "Once you're naked you can do what you like. You'll have people willing to help you, but it'll be on your terms and not the palace's."

Julius sank to his knees so that his face was inches from Hans' cock.

"In that case, I'm at your service."

"I'd rather have that thick royal cock in my arse," Hans said, "Feel free to be the prince and take your slave."

"Not much of a role play, is it?" laughed Julius.

"We'll do enough of that this evening," Hans replied, "For now, make the decisions."

Julius nodded as he stood up. He took Hans' hand and guided him to the bed before fetching some bottles of oil. Gently, slowly he began massaging it into Hans' body. It was an exciting moment for Julius because at last he was with someone who could say what he wanted or say if he disliked it. Hans' appreciative groans, and gentle writhing as he reacted contentedly to the touch was as exciting to Julius as if his own body was being stimulated.

He started with Hans' chest before moving to his arms, even remembering to work the oil between Hans' fingers watching happily as Hans' cock swelled and rested on his stomach.

Julius moved unhurriedly to Hans' legs, quietly playing with Hans' toes before moving back to Hans' balls and cock. Hans was a little disappointed that Julius only lingered briefly there but as he was asked to turn and a pillow slipped under his stomach he surrendered his back to Julius' ministrations. As Julius finished with the backs of Hans' legs so he worked his way up into that private place hidden between his legs and this time Julius did not hurry. His fingers massaged, probed and pushed entering Hans' to rapturous groans.

Julius lay on top of Hans so that his cock pressed between the other boy's cheeks sliding himself up and down to stimulate his cock and when he was ready pressed into Hans.

Hans surrendered immediately. Still Julius refused to hurry and just gently slid his manhood in then out slightly before pushing in a little further. Hans was surprised when he felt hair against his backside. He was feeling nothing but pleasure even when Julius began pumping more energetically and urgently.

Hans picked up the rhythm, pushing back as Julius pushed forward until Julius just froze and his cock pulsated pumping his seed deep into Hans. Hans erupted at the same time, his muscles gripped Julius. He pumped even harder and as the intensity of the moment passed he collapsed exhausted onto Hans' back gently licking his ear.

"Whoa!" Julius exclaimed, "I could almost forget about girls if I could do that more often."

"I know what you mean," Hans replied, "I could be your slave for life if you kept doing that to me."

"Slaves do that to me," Julius giggled, "But I've never known it to be so… emotional… meaningful… I don't know. It just had something extra."

The two boys rolled over to lay contentedly in each other's arms. Julius was surprised to find Hans fast asleep yet every time he moved Hans pulled him back. It was the first time that someone had needed him and rather than becoming bored at the enforced inactivity, he found his cock stiffening with pleasure.

Hans awoke about midday when the phone rang. He leapt up guiltily when he realised that it was Flavius looking for him.

"Wait there, Hans," Julius snapped before speaking equally sharply into the phone, "When did Hans last have a break from the House of Sparta?

Julius listened before telling Flavius about Hans plans for the day before adding, "He's exhausted. He'll have his own breakdown if you're not careful so unless you want to countermand my instructions, I'm telling him to get back into bed until we're ready to go."

Hans fretted about his enforced idleness, worried about how the others would cope, only to drift back into another deep sleep.

Julius woke him by making a slave suck on his cock. Julius sat on the bed by Hans' head gently stroking his hair. Hans slowly woke, looked down at the slave then glanced quizzically at Julius.

"I'm dressed as you ordered," Julius explained, "I'm dressed as a Prince of the Roman Empire so it seemed wrong to suck cock but I wanted you to enjoy yourself."

Hans was beginning to tense as wonderful sensations spread out from his groin. He arched his back, grabbing handfuls of bedclothes as he came. The slave drank every drop before kneeling back.

Hans looked at Julius and smiled.

"Would you reward the slave, please," Hans asked, "And I like the choice of clothes. Simple and smart."

"Flavius' suggestion," Julius said, "And he also said something about behaving according to the clothes."

"Yes sir," Hans replied, "I shouldn't be lying here. It's most disrespectful."

"Be disrespectful, that's an order," Julius snapped, "He was telling me what to do, not you. When we get to the army camp you're to report to the doctor and you're on the sick list until he gives you the all clear."

"I'm not ill," Hans protested, "Flavius needs me and I have to go to him."

"These are Flavius' instructions," Julius said firmly, "You've been involved in everything that Flavius has done and continued your duties without a break. You're obviously tired and the doctor's going to decide how tired."

Now that it had been mentioned, the boys in the House of Sparta, all realised that Hans had been tense and edgy lately. Like Flavius, he had a lot of responsibility for a boy of his age. No one, not even Hans himself thought about a slave having a break from his duties and Julius had endeared himself to the boys for looking after Hans.

The swimming party itself was not a great success. The local kids might not have been impressed with titles but they were fascinated by the Spectacle they had seen on television. Instead of winding down from it, Flavius and the others found themselves reliving it over and over again.

The real bright spot was when the conversation turned to the idea of Julius visiting the House of Sparta. When he phoned his father he was amazed that the Emperor readily agreed.

The Slaves of the House of Sparta returned home in triumph. People lined the streets to cheer them. They had little choice but to get out of the car and form a parade. Events at the Imperial Palace regularly made the news. Normally, the reception for Flavius would have just made a thirty second slot. However commentators picked up on the hostility towards Flavius quickly recognising the attempt to humiliate and undermine him. His reactions and behaviour came under greater scrutiny and it was obvious from Luke's fight that he faced far more than the pain that the practice swords could inflict.

No Roman could fault a man for defending his honour and the fact that he refused to hide behind his rank and office impressed everyone. He had been victorious and had destroyed his enemy.

The parade was a Triumph in the traditional sense. Flavius was a successful general returning from a campaign. He marched to the Provincial Palace leading his troops, the Sparta Boys which included David. The others, Fabian, Craig, Ty, Joe and Reg followed and were greeted warmly. Not wanting to steal any of the limelight Julius brought up the rear shepherding the rest of the captured slaves. It was just as well since there was a confused mixture of silence and cheers as the crowds wondered if they were really seeing a Prince of the Roman Empire.

Flavius had firmly established his right to be Governor of the province. The Triumph climaxed when he was greeted by the Provincial senate. It did not mean the end of his problems or challenges. It simply meant that when the Emperor needed him he would be using Flavius' talents, not testing them and his next task was already in preparation.

CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO