Claudius Minimus
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
CLAUDIUS MINIMUS
An erotic fairy tale
from ancient Rome!
Coverphoto courtesy of Pinterest,
photographer and title unknown.
A VIBRANT YOUTH
It was a sunny and hot afternoon in July, the mountain range at the horizon was simmering in the heat like a mirage in the desert, and even the water in the swimming hole was starting to boil! Josef was standing on a boulder as naked as a Greek god, the fishing spear poised in his fist - he had shiny maroon locks on his head and a cute suntan all over his buttocks: he loved to show off! Mine were too pale and tended to turn pink and hot under the sun - so I better stayed in the shade! The air was vibrant and fragrant from the scent of fields of lowers, and the white clouds above travelled through the azure sky without haste - but the spear was flying, the target was missed, and Josef jumped into the water to retrieve his weapon or to cool his burning soles - I wasn't sure! »Come in, Claudius, its cool!«, he yelled from the pond and splashed water at me! He was such a clown, such a delight to play with: and he never failed to make me laugh!
My father Faustus Minimus was a small man - as his name suggests - but he was a clever one and held himself a post as a senator in Rome, he was rich and intelligent: an excellent combination for a good and interesting life! From him I had inherited a short stature too, and from a German mother I never knew I got the wild blond hair and the supposedly girlish look too! And there was one more thing: I was born without a foreskin, which collided with the beauty ideal for young men in the Roman Empire, was maybe a hygienic advantage and a hidden blemish but a constant reason for curiosity and tease! For some of my friends I was Claudius, and for others I was just Minimus: the one without it! My father was a philosopher and he told me, not to worry about it, that I was beautiful and my friends just jealous about it! I was his only son and was the apple of his eyes - and he assured me, that a cripple with a brain was always better value than an idiot with a foreskin! And then we laughed like old friends!
We lived on a big estate in the rolling green hills behind the capitol, producing plump olives and a sparkling red wine. To help us out on the farm and in the house we held a whole Jewish family as servants, and as my personal slave their youngest son Josef was delegated to look after my needs, which included erotic wrestling matches in the sand and sweaty fights with the wooden training swords. Josef was my best friend, and I had found out early that he was circumcised in the tradition of his religion and that his dick just looked like mine, constantly exposing the pink plum! Often through our exhausting wrestling games we got extremely aroused, and under the short light summer tunics even a juvenile erection was hard to hide! But we had no secrets from each other: we pissed together from the retaining wall, and more frequently lately we touched each other with the tentative shyness of curiosity - and once Josef even spanked me onto the bare bottom in the shady olive grove for being a bad boy, as he had declared with a firm voice!
Magdalena and her daughter Rebecca were responsible for the kitchen and the food, Jacob and his older son Jesus were maintaining the grape yards and pressing the healthy oil from the fat olives. My Greek nanny Anna taught me to read and write, in Latin and Greek, and she introduced me to the wise words of the great philosophers - sometimes she let me sit on her lap and have a deep look into her cleavage, a bad habit which always resulted in a strong physical reaction from my side! But for Anna this wasn't a problem and she said, that I had the nicest dickel in the whole world and that I will make a lot of women very happy with it - she never touched me but wasn't too shy to have a good look at my little monster, as she had named it! Young Rebecca was a different calibre: she caught me frequently in the wine cellar or the laundry, she loved to touch the little bird and to feel it grow in her hand, and sometimes she exposed a cute nipple to me to speed up the process a bit: and she had lovely little breasts!
Jesus was only interested in my ass, and it was hard to keep him off my back without insulting his pride - the older boys always fucked up the younger ones in our society: there was no love and no appreciation, the penetrator and the penetrated played out a ritual of superior domination - they established the pecking order in the male chicken coop! But in his situation such a bold discretion would be rather foolish: he was a servant slave and he could put the lives of his whole family at risk with a moment of personal satisfaction, and he knew that well! But he kept on teasing me to see me blush and run - promised me to have my ass tomorrow for breakfast! Even sex with a wife in our times was only intended for procreation, a silly game without real feelings and passion, and the young bride had often to dress up like a young boy and cut her hair for the wedding night to get her husband horny! I was growing up into a male dominated society, where conquering and enslaving was a honorable task and killing was a pleasure!