Raided by the Roman Servant (Gay Ancient Rome Erotica)

On my knees in the dark, he makes me chant for him. He’s etching this moment into my brain.

He says it’s a secret. He won’t tell anyone what we’re doing.

If word ever got out, I’d be ruined. A master kneeling for his servant…there’s no greater shame. It would jeopardize my position in the Roman Senate.

But with each passing day, I sink deeper. He’s broken something inside my mind. He’s conditioning me to crave his body.

Each night, he makes me commit bizarre, depraved acts. I moo like a cow while he “milks” me. I drink his essence. I happily lick the dirtiest part of his body.

Where does this end? Is there any sick command I won’t obey?

Format: Short story
Length: ~10,500 words
***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT***

All characters participating in sexual acts are consenting adults.