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His Roman Master 1: The Kidnapping
His Roman Master 1: The Kidnapping
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When Roman Legionaire Commander Septimus sets eyes on a beautiful young “woman”, he never suspects what he has gotten himself into. The lovely, defiant, and decidedly male Laliya is not at all pleased to be taken in the night from his sleepy village in the foothills of northern Mesopotamia.
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and light masochism.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and light masochism.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
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