<strong>Bastians travels with his excess baggage</strong><br/><br/>Oh how Bastian Grandis Fascinum hated her, that pig, that whale, sitting opposite him eating and drinking continuously. How did Matriana do it and where did it go. He would say she had hollow legs but they were so think and chunky that they were more expanding than hollow. With each season she just seemed to grow that little bit bigger. She was not always like that, she was ugly, yes, from the first day he met her. The youngest daughter of a wealth father. Was it really the money that excited him so? Well it was not what lay beneath her undergarment that was obvious. Why did she insist on coming with him this time? She hated travelling. The dirt, the sweat and the lack of sustenance, she would say. He even had to use the larger of the three carriages to accommodate her and her supplies. May goodness didn’t she smell. He could swear he did not pack any cheese for the trip but for some reason whenever she was around that smell seemed to follow her. He tried to turn away but every time he did that would give her cause to rant at him about what a failure he was. A failure he thought, I was a Primus Pilus, in which I was the commanding centurion of the first cohort and the senior centurion of an entire Legion in my day he would respond. Her response would always be something about how many Legit’s did he have to have sucked to rise to that station. She always had the last words. White noise he called it. Failure indeed. He scoffed to himself at her ignorance. He was now retired, married to her and part of the equestrian social class, dreaming of the Senate someday. He smiled at that thought maybe he would not need her anymore. Well he would not need her for her money in any case.<br/><br/>So there he sat being tossed around the carriage all 5’5’’ of him in his white robe. Even though he complained about his wife, to himself, he was no looker himself. His muscles were showing a little atrophy. His ears seem too large for the size of his head. His large nose has been broken and never reset properly. Even though he had been dealt such a bad hand, he always seemed happy for a man, considering he has with limited looks and a wife who was the size of a house. The reason for his happiness may have had something to do with the young 20 something currently pleasuring Bastian from under his undergarments.<br/><br/>He had always had a weakness for young men and Amplus was no exception. Knelling before him naked as the day he was born moving his head up and down as though he was listening to his heart beat and trying to keep pace. As long as he kept this up, Bastian saw no reason to relieve Amplus of his duties. The young man’s lightly tanned soft skin glistened from the occasional stream of light that would leak into the carriage. He had been working on Bastian for some time now and was showing no sign of fatigue. Amplus was of course more than just a sex slave to his master; he was also a formidable retiarii or net-fighter. That was why they were headed to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis.<br/><br/>He would need to seek out the Dominus, Manius Sertorius Africanus and the Domina; Valeria Caerellia Renate whom he believed would be of some assistance in training the boy further in the art of the Gladiator. He would pay them handsomely and request that he stay at the house during the months of intensive training. He hoped they would agree as this was not the first time he had ask for such a request. He had been to numerous house’s before and been turned away. Perhaps the increased monetary incentive would persuade them to accept, he considered. That brought him back to thoughts of his wife. She had said that she was with him on this journey for one reason only. A reason she would enlighten him on as they began there arrival at the gates of the Ludus. With just a few miles remaining the secret would soon be revealed.<br/><br/>Once Amplus had finished, he sat next to Bastian as instructed. Bastian began to caress his slave whilst still deep in taught. The young man soon rose to attention which pleased Bastian a great deal. This continued until they were almost upon the gate at which point Bastian instructed Amplus to put on his loin cloth as they would soon be arriving and it was important to create the right impression. As usual however, Amplus would find it difficult to do so as he was still quite excited for his master's attentions. As the seconds ticked by, before their impending arrival, Amplus would become more and more agitated as he tried to fix his loin cloth to his very obviously unready groin area. Just in the nick of time, however he was to be found sitting quietly, fully dressed next to his amused master.<br/>