With not the luxury of even moments hesitation, lest the praetor read it as reluctance and therefore proof of lie, Tiberius acted purely upon instinct. He reacted as any in his profession would upon finding himself in similar position, with man astride chest and cock but short distance from lips. He reached for the man's engorged shaft, wrapping skilled fingers around it, and stroked. Evidence of lust already dripped from tip, aiding the slide of Tiberius' hand as it moved back and forth along the length.
The praetor's gaze yet remained fixed upon him, and his upon the praetor's. Pinned as he was to his bed by the other man's thighs, Tiberius stilled hand and lifted shoulders as far as he was able, tilting head forward and sticking out tongue to flick against the head of the swollen cock. Collecting up the some of the clear, sticky fluid on the tip of his tongue, he drew it back into mouth and made show of savouring it.
"Mmmm." He sighed softly. "I have never sampled the luxuries of a Roman feast, but the taste of you could rival even the finest food and wine, of that I have no doubt. I would taste more."
Straining his neck further he opened mouth and took cock between lips, swirling tongue around head and sucking gently, pulling back with exaggerated gasp and moan before taking it back in. A hand found purchase in his hair, tangling and tugging, holding him in place to keep steady pace. For this Tiberius and his abused throat were grateful. Too often men found pleasure in forcing him down on their cocks and ruthlessly fucking his throat, some simply mindless of his need to breathe, others like Glaber, because it excited them to hear him choked and afraid. He was certain that under more usual circumstance there would be no change but for now at least, the praetor was indeed allowing him opportunity to prove himself desirous.
Tiberius moaned louder, tongue working faster against the other man's flesh until he was no longer able to contain the sounds of his pleasure.
"So good." He muttered through harsh breath. "Your mouth alone could see a man to his doom."
The hand in Tiberius' hair tightened grip painfully and yanked his head back. Cock slipped from between lips and was taken in hand by it's owner, holding it just out of reach.
"I do not seek to see you to your doom." Tiberius murmured with well practised sincerity. "What I seek is to bring you such pleasure as you have never known in hope that you will never again wish to leave my bed or my arms."
The Roman's eyes narrowed, his look suspicious.
"That is all you seek?"
"Not all." He whispered. More lies formed upon his tongue, these unpractised for never before had he been compelled to speak them. He cast his gaze away, afraid that Glaber would see the truth in his eyes if he did not and hoping that his action would be misread as nothing more than coyness. "I seek also your heart. I know I am undeserving of such a gift, that I am but plaything for you to amuse yourself with when you are absent Rome but... I seek it all the same." Glaber stared down at him. He could feel the weight of the man's eyes upon him, causing him to tremble with fear and he prayed to whatever Gods might be listening that his lies would be believed. When at last he dared to look up he found the man still staring, curiously. "Apologies for speaking out of turn Praetor. I should not have…"
His words were stolen by the sudden crushing of Glaber's lips against his, tongue demanding he part them and allow entrance. Another test, another gauge of sincerity. Tiberius found himself repulsed, a kiss the one act he had always refused the men who paid for his company. He had always believed a kiss to be a demonstration of love, an intimacy shared between two who's hearts beat as one and even though, or maybe because he had long since abandoned hope of finding another heart that beat in time with his, to share such a thing with a man like Glaber for whom he felt nothing but loathing felt like a desecration of something sacred. The merest thought of Glaber's kiss sickened him to his very stomach, yet his lips parted in acceptance despite it. How could they not? His true feelings were of little concern if a kiss returned with equal passion could aid in convincing that words of desire were spoken in truth.
His lips and tongue moved against the other man's, coaxing from him a low moan and a deepening of the kiss, his hands clutching at Glaber's arms, pulling him closer to further convince. It was but short time before he felt the man's weight shift. Glaber no longer straddled his chest, instead he lay flat atop the length of Tiberius' body, their hips aligned. Tiberius immediately wrapped legs around thighs and thrust against the man hoping to gain friction enough to awaken his cock's interest in proceedings. It worked, just barely, but it was enough.
Tearing himself from the kiss, the Roman rasped. "You play your part well Tiberius, I almost believe you."
"I play no part, and I ask not that you believe me." This new ploy was not without risk but it was risk worth taking Tiberius reasoned, knowing that Glaber would see him punished anyway, nailed to fucking cross and left to the elements or flogged to death in the street if he failed to convince. "If it is your will that I should meet my end tonight then so be it. I ask but one small mercy." He paused for a moment. Glaber nodded for him to continue. "I ask that I might be allowed to carry with me into the afterlife the memory of our bodies joined together one last time in intimate embrace." The man yet remained silent. Tiberius offered one last plea. "Take me, any way you wish, so that I might know my last act upon this earth was to bring pleasure to one I… Please Gaius, I beg of you. Take me now."
Silence weighed heavy in the air, almost suffocating. Tiberius breath caught in throat as he awaited response. At last the Roman spoke.
"Turn over. I shall fuck you until you can no longer form thought. We will see then if sweet words ring true or not."
Tiberius did he was bid eagerly. Threat of punishment still loomed, reprieve far from certain, yet there was hope. If he could but keep his wits in face of oncoming assault he might yet greet the dawn with breath still in his lungs. He spread his legs wantonly, raising hips and presenting ass to Glaber for the taking.
As expected, Glaber did not take him gently. There was but fleeting moment for Tiberius to brace himself before his body was viciously breached and filled with Roman cock. Fingers scrabbled for purchase within the blankets beneath him, teeth sinking into soft flesh of lip at same time. Silently he thanked the Gods for the man, fat and toothless and unwashed but flush with coin from gambling, that he had received earlier this day for cock had loosened him well. But the man had not matched Glaber in size and coupled with that the brute force of each thrust, the pain was immense. Tiberius could not help but cry out but he covered the sounds with gasps and moans and pushed back to meet the praetor's thrusts in wordless plea for more.
Each plunge of the man's cock went ever deeper, the pounding harder, faster, vicious and relentless. Tiberius had thought himself accustomed to such, had thought himself able bear whatever cruelties were inflicted upon him but under Glaber's continued onslaught he was no longer sure. His jaw ached from clenching in attempt to keep screams from finding voice. His muscles burned from the effort of keeping still when his body's urge was to crawl away and escape the pain. He was sore, he had felt his flesh tear and was certain there must be blood, if not from wounds then from damage done to insides.
He felt a strange lightness in his head, air had become difficult to find, coming in only short irregular bursts and Tiberius feared he might not even live through the encounter, let alone until morning. He must focus, work through the pain and end this quickly. He must bring the praetor to completion while his heart yet beat.
"Is this what you want, whore? Do you still claim desires matched?"
"Yes." Tiberius' breathless whimper. He spread his legs wider, writhing on the man's cock, desperately searching for that spot deep inside him that would bring false pleasure, distraction from the agony of such vicious fucking and sign that Glaber would recognise as body's yearning for it. A low moan of gratification loosed itself from his lips when he found that place and he thrust back with what was left of his strength to ensure it remained stimulated. "Yes." He moaned again, his own cock now throbbing with need. "Yesyesyes, fuck me, please."
Rough, uncaring fingers dug into hips, hard enough to bruise delicate flesh. More fingers tangled in hair as they had earlier, tearing at his scalp as they wrenched back his head. Raising up on knees to ease the pull, Tiberius leaned back against the man's chest, head tipped backwards to rest upon shoulder as he bore down further on his cock. Glaber's mouth found the smooth skin of his neck and set to purpose, marking him with lips and teeth, causing Tiberius to yelp. He reached for the hand at his side, clutching it in his own and cautiously drew it to where his own hard cock jutted from his body.
"Only you Gaius." He moaned. "Only you can bring me to such a state." He had intended the gesture only as proof of arousal. He had not thought the praetor of a mind to heed the pleasure of lowly whore and was shocked when the man took him in hand and set upon the task of stroking him.
Hips jerked, body shivered, Tiberius cried out from the dual, disconnected sensations of pleasure and pain. He squeezed shut his eyes and set mind only to pleasure, shutting out all else as much as he was able. Pain still filtered through into his consciousness but Glaber's thrusts had slowed and now it was at least bearable.
"Sweet Tiberius." Glaber's breath was hot and heavy against his ear, sickening perhaps only slightly less than his kiss but Tiberius put it from thought. "To have you like this, breathless and trembling and hungering for my touch… It enflames my passion in ways I have not the words to describe."
"As your touch enflames me." His voice nought but a hoarse whisper, Tiberius prayed that this would be the last lie he would have to tell this day.
"I would have us find release together." The man said.
"Yes." Blessed relief from this torture. Where Glaber's fucking had slowed, it now became urgent once more. Tiberius matched each move, raising hips as the other man withdrew and plunging back down when he thrust up, making sure the cock inside him never missed his sweet spot. He felt the man's body grow rigid at his back, the hand upon his cock moving more quickly. It would not be long now, thank the Gods. "Please." He whimpered. "Gaius I, I… Please."
His pleas, as he had hoped, were enough to see the praetor to completion. Breath hitched at his ear, the man grunted loudly and when Tiberius felt him spill his seed within, he was finally able to see himself to release in the praetor's hand.
Gasping for air, he fell limp against the man's body, a small smile gracing his lips. It was over. For now at least. The two remained this way for several moments, Tiberius wincing when at last Glaber's softened cock slipped from his body. He fumbled with the corner of a blanket, using it to wipe away the mess he had made of both himself and the praetor and was about to leave the bed in search of wet cloth more suited to task when he felt arms wrap around him and pull him down into tight embrace.
This was new and unexpected. Glaber was not usually one for such affectations and it unsettled Tiberius greatly.
"Some day Tiberius, I shall take you with me to Rome. You will be my very own personal slave"
Tiberius went still. Did his ears deceive him? Did the praetor really express desire towards taking him to Rome? To be taken from squalor to live in fine villa as personal slave to one with wealth and position was a dream shared by many whores, but Tiberius had experienced slavery before and he did not know if he could willingly return to it, even if it granted him privilege.
"What of your wife?" He asked. "Will she not protest?"
"Of course she will. She will whine and complain and sulk like spoilt child at first, but she will soon see that she has no choice but to accept arrangement." The Roman pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Tiberius fought the urge to shy from it.
"How so?"
"She is vain creature who cares only to elevate position in life and she holds advantage over me now. One word to father and she can see me stripped of all power and privilege, but once I have captured that fucking Thracian I will be the one to hold advantage and she will be forced to set aside pride if she desires to stay wife to the man who destroyed Spartacus."
Tiberius paid little attention to gossip but lately it seemed people spoke of little else but Spartacus and the rebellion and he knew the man had proved quite adept at evading capture before now.
"You have plan towards the man's capture then?"
"Oh yes Tiberius. I have fucking plan."
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