Thousands of years ago, in a world of slaves and gods…
Julius LeBlanc Stewart
It was already mid morning and I was returning from town with the day’s provisions. The day’s bread, some exotic fruit, two pots of honey and some rare wine from the east that the Mistress of the house liked. I usually took the mountain road but there had been a rock fall so I’d had to take the longer route through the fields. If not for that I would never have seen him.
The day was already warm and muggy and a bright yellow sun, so big it appeared to fill the whole sky, beat mercilessly on my back as I trudged up the dry dusty path which led back to the villa. I was hot and sticky and tired from carrying the heavy sacks of provisions and, as I thought I had a little time to spare, I stopped to rest in the shade of a small temple to Dionysus at the side of the road. I hadn’t seen it before. It looked newly built. The stone was dazzling white in the gleaming sunlight and the statue was enormous – as big as me.
There were a number of shrines to gods on the roads around here. Usually for travelers to pay their respects and pray for a safe journey. I thought Dionysus was a strange one for travelers though. Why would they put it here? In the middle of nowhere. But then there was one to the Goddess Diana outside the gates of the town so I didn’t think too much of it. It was spring and the air was pregnant with love and lust and someone somewhere had thought this was a good place to put it. And after all who was I – a lowly slave girl – to question the ways of the world.
I was hot and thirsty and my slave’s dress – skimpy as it was – clung to me uncomfortably. My body needed to breathe and I placed the bags next to the plinth and pulled the dress off over my head and threw it on the ground. I just stood there for a moment naked with my arms stretched out to the heavens, staring up at the enormous blue dome of sky above me and enjoying the erotic embrace of the gentle cool breeze on my bare skin which I fancied was a tender lover come to offer me succor from the ache of my wearisome journey. I looked up at the statue of Dionysus. He was young. He looked not much older than me. His long wavy hair fell gracefully down to his broad shoulders and his face had a tender feminine quality I liked very much. The craftsmanship was extraordinary. So lifelike. And did I detect a look of empathy in his features? An understanding for this poor slave girl’s travails? His stomach was flat and smooth and his thighs were broad and powerful looking. Indeed he was so finely crafted and so lifelike that I felt a sudden pang of sexual desire for him. Suddenly, I had a naughty thought. I looked around. There was no one. I bent forward and kissed his naked cock. I ran my tongue over the tip, sucked on it gently for a moment or two and even licked his smooth balls. I smiled up at him towering above me now. Will this fine god accept the tender ministrations of this poor lusty slave girl for his pleasure? Hmm how refreshing it would be to drink the sweet wine of this god’s manhood.
It was then that I heard the music. A joyous string of mellifluous notes danced upon the summer breeze and seemed to be calling out to me. I looked up. It was coming from the other side of the wall at the back of the temple. I got up and carefully snuck my head over the the top of the wall. If there was anyone there I didn’t want to be seen. I was naked after all and there was always danger on these roads.
At first I saw nothing. Just empty fields. An enormous yellow sea of wheat rustling in the summer breeze. The music continued nonetheless. It was almost unreal. I wondered if I was imagining it. The day was so hot. Was I suffering from a sickness?
No. Look. There it was. Or rather he was. In a grove of cedar trees. A naked shepherd boy was sitting against a tree playing the flute.
His flock were grazing on some grass in the shade while he sat with his back straight against the trunk. His elbows rested on his knees as his fingers danced on the long stem of the pipe. I couldn’t see his very face well. A long fleck of golden hair hid his eyes from me. Was he really naked? No. A small loin cloth. Pity. Nice firm thighs though. Sinuous arms and a smooth hairless chest. Nipples like dark juicy berries. I wanted to see more. Stand up why don’t you, boy? Let me see all of you.
Gods, his beauty was breathtaking. I don’t know how long I continued to stare at him. Aware of my own nakedness my hand inevitably slipped between my thighs and I gently stroked the button of my sex. What a sight he was. I wanted to drink him in. His blond hair was long and curly and fell down to his shoulders in waves. He was tanned from the sun. Golden. He was a golden sun god come from the heavens to capture me with his sweet music and tantalizing beauty.
There was a sudden cool breeze at my back and I turned around fearful that I might be seen. No one. My fingers now stroked ever faster, with increasing urgency. I knelt down and looked up at Dionysus. He towered above me. His cock was enormous. So potent and inviting. Gods I needed to feel it inside me. I hadn’t been fucked in three days. Since, Darius, the Master of Slaves, had accused me of breaking a large pot in the kitchen. I hadn’t broken it. But I don’t think that mattered to him much. He teased me for a while and threatened to have me publicly whipped in the courtyard again but in the end he led me to the carpenter’s shed, ordered me to strip and put me over his knee and spanked me for a minute or two after which he took off his robe and fucked me over the table.
I am the newest slave in the house you see. And the youngest. So I get to be used – and abused – by just about everyone. Including the other slaves. I don’t mind. I think I’m lucky. Believe me, my life could have been much worse.
I was hot and flushed now and what with all these lusty thoughts racing around my head I was just about to reach that moment of intense overwhelming beauty which the gods in their mercy gift upon us when I realized the music had ceased. My fingers slowed their soothing rhythm and I peaked over the wall again and saw the boy was standing up now. He was pissing against a tree and oh my gods he’d taken his loin cloth off and his ass was bare and seeing him like that – tall with his back straight and with his long lean legs slightly astride and golden waves of hair flowing down to his shoulders and his beautiful bare ass full and round and muscular and utterly perfect and I just started to climax and kept going for ages and ages my eyes greedily feasted upon his sinewy elegance and I could feel the cool breeze caressing my nakedness and licking coolly at my nipples and I must have cried out because he turned around and stared. I don’t think he saw me though as I dropped against the ground behind the wall trying to hide myself but I was still cumming and my thighs were quivering and shaking I couldn’t stop and I gasped and looked up to Dionysius and his glorious cock there to fill me with pearls of the sweetest joy and there was a smile on his face I hadn’t noticed before and I reached up to his cock and touched it and I cried out losing myself utterly to the ecstasy of the moment.
I remained completely still for a minute or so afterwards. Not daring to leave the temple in case he saw me. Then, when I heard the music again I realized he had returned to his playing and I quickly picked up my dress and the bags of provisions and stole away.
I didn’t look back until I came to a bend in the road. I couldn’t see him now. But I could just about hear the music calling out to me. It seemed more sorrowful now. Almost a lament. But I knew I’d be back. I swore it. This would be my route home now and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
I looked up to the heavens and thanked the Gods. Especially Dionysus. I whispered my offering to them. The only one I can give.
I am but a lowly slave girl and have no possessions. All I can give is my body. May it please the gods. Your servant, Laelia.
Of course I arrived late to the villa. Not by very much but enough for Darius to notice and comment on it.
Another spanking to look forward to.