The young Scion of a famous house.

Antonius Caius Ectorius the son of the famous general of the twenty ninth legion, was hardly older than the young **** he had just bought. That drawing knowing snickers from the others in the auction, it certainly wasn't the first time a wealthy young noble had bought another male for sex. Tobol cowered slightly as his new owner strolled forwards to take possession of him, the skinny red haired Gaul having been beaten enough to know not to look his new master in the eyes. The handsome young Roman noble strolled up flanked by armored guards, reaching one hand out he grasped his new slaves chin. Twisting Tobol's head up, so he could look the pale skinned young savage in those animistic grey eyes. Tobol couldn't help noticing the sweet smell coming from that hand, the young **** well aware of his own unwashed stink. "The auctioneer made many fine boasts about your skill... I hope you live up to those claims." Antonius purred with a sneer, before rubbing a single finger over his new slaves soft lip's. That making the watching crowd burst into wicked laughter again, his new master ordered the heavy chains be removed. And for the first time in nearly a year, Tobol could move freely with only the iron collar around his neck.

The young Gaul's mind drifted back to his capture, it was bad luck that on his first raid as a warrior. He had been knocked **** by a weapon thrown by one of his own brothers, Tobol had woken up on a ship bound for Rome. He had been shocked to discover, that he had been sold into slavery by the legion that had captured him. It was on the ship he had learned about the ways a **** could serve, he had bitten the first cock shoved into his mouth. But after the beatings and **** threats, Tobol buckled under to the slavers. He'd been used as a play thing all the rest of the trip, so he had in fact learned to please males with his mouth. Luckily for him his ass had been spared, only because anal virgins sold for more money. A sharp tug on the iron ring around his neck brought him out of those dark memories. Looking down he realized a short leash had been tied to his collar, and his new master was leading him out into the crowded streets. He walked along behind his new master slowly, looking at the city as it changed from mud bricks into marble.

His young master talked to him as they strolled along, pointing out the Domus of Senators, and other wealthy nobles as the climbed the hill. Until at last there came to the massive sprawling Domus Victorum, home of the most feared General ever to command a legion. To Tobol who had grown up in humble wooden and animal skin buildings, the massive marble buildings and lavish gardens were shocking and awe inspiring. How could his people ever hope to stand against men who could build something like this? Leaving the guards at the door, his new master lead him deep into the massive palace. Until they at last ended up in his young masters bed chamber, Tobol stood there trembling as he master removed the leash from his collar. "Your name is Tobol... Right?" The young **** only nodded his head, as he watched his young master remove his robes. "You may call me master when others are around, but when we are alone like now... you may call me Antonius." His master explained with a smile, Tobol was stunned to see his masters sleek hairless young body. It was a beautiful light gold, unlike the young Gaul's fish belly white skin. "Come along now let us get these rags off of you." Antonius grunted stripping away what little clothing Tobol had, tossing it away like the filthy trash it was. "I will give you much better clothing..." He promised as the two young men stood there naked, Antonius stood there looking into Tobol's eyes for a moment. Gripping his hand the young Roman noble pulled his **** over to the bed, helping Tobol to lay on the soft mattress. He climbed up to sit beside of him, looking down at the very nervous young Gaul ****. "I hope you really are the master of blowjobs..." That made Tobol wince, he knew that he had been sold as a sex ****... but still he didn't really want to suck cocks his whole life. "Because..." Tobol jump as he felt warm hands on his thigh's, looking down in shock as his new young master knelt over him. "I want you to teach me how to please a man." Those words utterly stunned the pale young red head for a moment, until he felt the hot breath on his young genitals. His slender male organ bouncing up eagerly as he watch the man who owned him slowly lick that stiffening organ.