One
I was rich, I was gay and I was very, very bored.
Until I discovered “Artisan Getaways”, a very discrete name for an agency that organized bespoke roleplay orgies all over the world.
The agency wasn’t about bondage, dungeons or club experiences. Rather they created elaborate period pieces with real people and lots of shameless fucking. They had events for every sexual orientation, but I was obviously interested in the ones for only guys.
In the US they hosted a twenties gangster adventure, a cowboy experience, a Civil War roleplay and many more. Although these events were held on a regular basis, there were also international ones that took place only four times a year.
Getting into one of the overseas adventures was both costly and an exercise in patience, as they had waiting lists that couldn’t be circumvented. Word of mouth from AG regulars, however, assured that they were most definitely worth the wait.
Out of all the scenarios available, I found the Ancient Rome offering the most appealing. I’d waited for a long time and it was finally my turn.
AG was highly sophisticated and had its own encrypted app. Sign up, payment, waiting list management and location navigation was all done through a single easy-to-use interface.
The moment I arrived in Italy, I was picked up from the airport and taken to a luxury Boutique Hotel for the first night.
A doctor with perfect English visited my room to verify my STD test results. AG was a stickler for customer safety. I had of course taken my own additional measures.
In the evening, a reservation had been made for all six participants to have dinner together and get to know each other before the actual “party” the next day.
All of the paying customers were in their forties and fifties and weren’t very attractive… except for a guy who was seemingly my age, early thirties. There was something intriguing about him, and I felt strangely drawn to his presence.
Six local male escorts had been hired to make the scenario more authentic… and undoubtedly more enjoyable. The guys were all in their mid twenties and absolutely gorgeous. I’d already picked two I definitely wanted to fuck if the opportunity presented itself.
They had gone through the same rigorous testing procedure as the rest of the participants and we were able to see the results on our apps, although we were not provided with their ID info, for obvious reasons.
The dinner went well and everyone made polite conversation, despite the fact that nobody revealed their name. It was obvious that we were all a bit nervous, considering we were going to fuck each other the next day.
Towards the end of the evening, one of the paying customers who had a drink too many was trying to convince an escort to join him in his room. The AG coordinator responsible for our group, kindly reminded him of the agency’s guidelines and warned that further inappropriate behavior would lead to expulsion from the event.
I honestly appreciated their professionalism, it gave me confidence that the party itself would also be strictly supervised for unacceptable infractions on the agency’s comprehensive code of conduct.
The good food and wonderful drink, the amazing Italian vibes and the anticipation of the things to come allowed for a restful sleep that ended in lust-filled dreams.
After breakfast, the entire group was taken to a remote location by bus. We were asked to hand over our phones, as cameras were forbidden during all events.
We arrived at a completely restored Roman villa with a vast garden and a large swimming pool. It was even authentically furnished, except for two locker rooms with modern toilets and showers.
AG was as strict about hygiene as it was about safety. Everyone was obliged to shower with hypoallergenic bath products. Anal douches, butt plugs and poppers were also provided.
We had all made our roles clear via the app and were given woven colored bracelets to indicate whether we were tops, bottoms or verse.
I quickly noticed that almost all of the paying customers were wearing “top” bracelets and most of the hired crew were wearing “bottom” bracelets. I personally liked to fuck and be fucked, so I proudly wore my dual colored wrist band.
All participants had also given info regarding their clothing sizes, so we were provided with custom made togas. Why was mine different from the “Daddies”?
We were reminded that the moment we walked out of the changing rooms, we were “on stage” and the supervisory staff would treat us accordingly. They would give us a truly authentic experience but would continue to abide by the guidelines of the agency.
The supervisors would give everyone instructions whilst staying in character, so that we would build anticipation through a predefined narrative before things ended in a free for all fuck fest.
The moment we left the locker room, the group was separated and sent to different parts of the house. I ended up in the kitchen together with most of the escorts and one other AG customer.
Our area supervisor started with a speech to ease us into character and tell us what was expected of us for the first part of the roleplay.
“Welcome to your new home,” the guy said in a beautiful British accent.
He paced in front of us like a drill sergeant with a line of soldiers.
“You will soon learn that I am a benevolent Master,” he continued. “You will be dressed in the finest cloth, you will eat and drink like citizens and you will suffer no corporeal punishment under my roof.”
Holy shit! He was a Roman master of the house and we were his “slaves”?! How the fuck had I been selected to be a servant? Considering my regular privileged status in society, this was quite the adjustment!
“But!” he said, raising a finger. “Despite your privilege, you shall not forget your place! You will refer to me by no other nomer than Dominus.”
“Yes, Dominus,” a few of the hired talent mumbled.
I should remember to say it as well, next time.
“Despite your privilege, you shall not forget that I am your only Master and have zero tolerance for disobedience!”
“Yes, Dominus,” we all said firmly.
“Despite your privilege, you shall not forget that you are my property. I hold total dominion over your bodies, your cocks and assholes serve at my every whim.”
“Yes, Dominus!” we shouted.
This was such a fucking turn on! I couldn’t wait to find out what our Master would “command” us to do.
Our “Master” continued his briefing by giving us instructions.
“Today, I am hosting a banquet for some of the most prominent citizens of the Empire,” he explained.
“They are here without their wives to sample the game of my lands, the wine of my estates, the fruits of my gardens and the loins of my slaves.”
Fuck, this guy should be acting in TV shows or movies, he was damn good. I idly wondered how much they made with a gig like this. Considering the extortionate amount of money we were paying, I hoped they were well compensated.
“You will each be assigned to one of my guests,” he said, walking us over to a table filled with silver platters. “You will serve them refreshments and then provide them with a taster of what my house has to offer.”
“Yes, Dominus,” we said in unison.
“Once we have catered to their initial appetites, you will escort your designated guest to the gardens for a repast of fruit, sweet wine and debauchery that would make Bacchus proud.”
The front of my toga had already started to lift. None of us were wearing any undergarments and I could see that I wasn’t the only one that was hard.
The fact that this guy was making us this horny with nothing but a list of duties and the sound of his voice was a testament to the quality of service of the agency.
I’d never carried a tray in my life but it seemed like some of the escorts might have dabbled in the hospitality industry at some point. I didn’t want to make an idiot of myself by carrying the platter with one hand like they did and walked out gripping it firmly against my waist for support.
Once in the main room, I saw that most of the other paying customers were reclined on sofas, making idle chit chat. Had they also been briefed on what was going to happen?
Our “Dominus” joined his guests and handed the responsibility of coordinating the “slaves” to yet another member of the AG supervisory staff.
I immediately realized what was happening, each participant had a dedicated escort. Most of the escorts were “slaves” and attended to their nobles.
Together with the one other paying customer that was assigned to the kitchen, I was directed towards an escort dressed as a citizen.
Surely, it had all been done deliberately. The escorts had most likely received a separate briefing from the agency to ensure maximum customer satisfaction.
My appointed guest wasn’t one of the guys I’d spotted the night before but he was still very, very attractive. A perfect example of Mediterranean male beauty, he’d probably have been chosen to model for a statue if we actually lived in the time period we were roleplaying.
As I approached him, I started to get nervous. He was staring at me with seductive eyes and I almost wanted to skip serving him snacks and get straight to the fucking.
“Welcome,” I said, giving humility a shot for the first time in my life.
I served him the small dishes from the platter and asked, “May I pour you some wine?”
This subservience shit was making me even more horny. I could feel my cock staining the cotton toga with drops of pre-cum.
He nodded his head, playing the part of a Roman noble who wouldn’t see the need in being polite to a mere “slave”.
This was so fucking hot!
