Chapter 13

Being passive in sexual intercourse is a crime for free men, a necessity for slaves, and an obligation for freed slaves. --Seneca

During those 14 years, I have always been my master’s favorite, and it is not shameful to obey my master’s orders. Well, I used to please my mistress often, you know what I mean. I won’t say much, I am not a conceited person. --”Satyricon”

Pour the Roman snails into a jar filled with milk, grape juice and barley flour. Clean the feces from time to time, these snails just eat voraciously until they become too fat to shrink into their shells. Then they can be fried in olive oil. --Fried milk snails

First boil the lentils. After the foam comes out, add the mashed leeks and green coriander. If it is not mashed, add mint oil, zedoary roots, mint seeds and rue seeds to the coriander seeds and mash them together, then soak them with honey and vinegar, some fish sauce and concentrated grape juice. Finally, when the lentils are almost cooked, add olive oil and sprinkle with pepper. --Coriander-cooked lentils

Catullus, Canto 63

A light boat carried Attis across the vast sea, when his swift feet eagerly stepped into the Phrygian forest, the land of the goddess.

There, in the darkness shrouded by the trees, his mind suddenly wandered, and a wild and fiery impulse drove him to cut off the burden between his legs with a sharp stone.

Then, when she felt that her limbs had removed the male, she could not wait to pick up the light drum with her snow-white hands and beat the empty cowhide on the drum with her tender fingers.

Trembling all over, she began to sing to her companions: “Go, Gala, wander in the woods of Cybele, go together, lost sheep of the mistress of Mount Tintimus, you are like exiles, pursuing a distant foreign land, you have been with me all the way, following my ideals, you have endured rapids and violent waves, and you have also abandoned your masculinity because of Venus. To please the mistress, wander in the mountains! Don’t hesitate: follow me, go together, to the woods of Phrygia, the home of the goddess Cibeles. There the sound pins are pulled out, there the drums echo, there the flute player blows deep melodies with curved reeds, there the ivy-wrapped madwoman shakes her head violently, there the sharp cries penetrate the sacred rituals, there the wandering worshippers of the goddess often run back and forth, we should hurry there and dance briskly.”

Half-woman Attis had just finished speaking when her companions’ trembling tongues suddenly burst into crazy cries, light hand drums beat, hollow locks rang loudly, and they sang together, heading for the green Mount Ida.

Attis was panting, as if his soul had left his body. Accompanied by the drums, he led everyone into the twilight of the forest, like a fierce cow avoiding a heavy stranglehold: the Galas ran behind, following the swift guide.

When they arrived at Cybele’s house, they were exhausted, and the fatigue and hunger of the journey made them fall asleep. Tired sleep fell, covering their eyes: the frenzy gradually dissipated in the quiet rest.

But when the golden-faced and bright-eyed sun washed the clear sky, the solid earth and the wild ocean with its light, and drove away the shadow of the night with its vigorous and heroic horse, sleep also quickly escaped from the awakened Attis and returned to the trembling arms of the goddess Pastia.

After resting, there was no more crazy impulse. Attis looked back on what he had done, and his clear heart suddenly saw what he had lost and where he was at this time. He couldn’t help but rush back to the shore with agitated blood.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at the vast sea and sky, and in a sad voice, she confided to her homeland: “Homeland, the hometown that gave birth to me, the hometown that raised me, poor me, just like a slave escaped from his master’s house, came to the woods of Mount Ida, but had to live in the snow and the cold caves of wild beasts, and visit their dark homes in a frenzy of wandering, hometown, where did I put you?

The sharpness of my eyes turned to you involuntarily! Only at this moment, my heart temporarily regained clarity. Am I going to run from my hometown to this distant forest? Am I going to abandon my hometown, my property, my best friends and my parents? Abandon the square, the wrestling field, the racecourse and the arena? Poor, poor heart, you can only lament over and over again, because what kind of image have I never let myself bear? I, a woman, a boy, young, I was the pearl of the arena, the pride of the wrestling field: my gate was full of guests, the hall was full of feasts like spring, my deep residence was full of people, and my deep home was full of people. All the beautiful wreaths against which the sun rises when I leave my bedroom!

Now, am I the maid of God, the slave of Sibelius? Am I a Dionysian, a broken, desolate man? Will I live in the forest of Mount Ida, covered with ice and snow? Will I live under the mountains of Phrygia, sharing territory with the deer in the woods and the wild boars in the bushes? What I have done has made me regret and painful.”

When these words flowed from his rose-like lips, bringing new news to the ears of the distant gods, Sibelius immediately released the stranglehold on the lions and poked the enemy of the sheep on the left with a stick, saying, “Go, rush over fiercely, let him be enchanted, let the madness penetrate him, and force him back to the woods. He is so presumptuous that he wants to escape from my palm.

Whip your back with my tail, endure your own whipping, let every corner resound with your wailing and groaning, shake your neck, dance with your gathered hair, like a burning fire!” Sibelius threatened as he loosened his grip. The lion summoned up his courage, rushed forward, roaring, and the branches broke under his running claws. When he reached the wet cliff with flying waves, he saw the gentle Attis standing on the surging seashore, and immediately pounced on her and drove her back to the forest. There, she served the goddess until her death. Great Sibelius, the master of Mount Tintimus, please keep my door away from your madness. Please let others go crazy for you, let others go crazy for you.

Mania met five representatives of retainers from southern Italian cities in Sextus’ study. With the list they provided, Mania began to write letters of recommendation.

It had only been more than a month since she left Rome, and Mania knew all the officials in important positions. Especially those who wanted to seek official positions in the army, through her disciple Aquilia, she could directly hand the letter to Aquilius, the Roman consul and legion general. As long as the gifts brought were enough, there was no reason why things could not be done.

“Sextus, you are really my lucky star. In addition to bringing me the grace of the benefactor, you also brought me a beautiful thing. I want to tell you.” said Fortis, a doorman in Pompeii.

“Oh? My ears are listening.” Sextus said.

“My carriage came to you along the avenue. On the way, I wanted to defecate, so I walked into the grass by the roadside. Guess what I saw?”

“I guess you saw the beautiful tree nymph (the lowest level of gods, or elves).”

“Haha, nymphs will definitely not favor old men like me. What I saw was a pair of young men and women having sex next to the sheep.”

“Fortis, based on my understanding of you, even if people don’t invite you, you will join their sex games, right?”

“I am a loyal believer of the goddess of luck (Fors Fortuna), and I will not refuse any benefits given by the goddess.”

“Oh! Then what did you do? My ears are like a beggar’s belly, waiting for your charity.” Sextus said.

“The young couple was so absorbed in their intercourse that they didn’t notice me approaching. How could I bear to interrupt the intercourse of a couple in love? But it didn’t affect my sharing of their joy, because there was a happy hole on the boy’s smooth buttocks beckoning me. So I slowly approached and squatted, and inserted my penis, as hard as a spear, into the boy’s anus. Their panicked cries repeatedly brought me back to my youth. It was so enjoyable.” Fortress said with an intoxicated look.

“Fortress, I hope your enjoyment will not bring you a lawsuit.” Sextus said.

“I’m not a stingy person who never gives a penny. After the incident, I gave the couple a few silver coins. If I gave them money, it wouldn’t be considered rape, right?” Fortress said with a smile.

The guests drank and boasted together.

Mania kept writing letters of recommendation. After writing for several hours, she was tired of backache and hand cramps, but she also cleared this family duty that had been delayed for 2 years. With her ring, she stamped the ink of the last recommendation letter.

Sextus handed over the wine glass and said, “Thank you for your hard work, let’s go to the garden. There should be a competition to celebrate the Apollo Festival. I suggest that our guards compete.”

After receiving the recommendation letter, all the guests were smiling.

Mania, surrounded by six guests, walked into the garden.

“My Lord, I suggest that the guards take off their clothes and apply olive oil like the Olympic Games, so that we can not only enjoy the competition, but also their beautiful bodies.” Sextus said.

“It should be so.” The nymphomania said.

Mania walked up to Vicius with a sly smile and untied his loincloth. Vicius covered his penis and scrotum with his hands in shock.

“Don’t cover up beautiful things. If you win the competition, there will be a gift.” Mania said to Vicius.

“Apply olive oil to Vicius.” Mania said to Porter.

When Potter applied olive oil to his penis and scrotum, Vicius slowly got an erection.

“Lord, your slave guard is really strong. This penis will surely make the master very happy.” Sextus came and saw Vicius’s body and said.

“You are right, Sextus, Vicius is very strong. You will see it in the competition later.”

“I will wait and see. Let’s go and see what the other guards are like.” Sextus said.

“I am happy to do so.”

“Lord, look, this is my guard slave. His father is a Thracian and his mother is an Amazon woman. Although he is not very tall, he is strong and agile. Touch his penis.” Sextus introduced the penis of his slave guard.

When Mania touched his penis, it quickly erected.

“After his penis is erect, the meridians will swell and he can enjoy a unique sense of friction. If you need it, let him serve you tonight.” Sextus said.

“It is indeed different, but I am not lucky enough to enjoy it. My Vicissus’ eyes are already as big as an angry bull.” Manya swallowed his saliva and refused with difficulty.

“Will the benefactor be controlled by his own slave guards?” Sextus accompanied Manya and moved to the next slave guard, asking with a smile.

Mania directly touched the penis and scrotum of the slave guard, stroking them to experience their differences.

“Yes. We have slaves, so we are also controlled by slaves. Without the protection of slaves, we can’t go out with peace of mind. Without the cooking of slaves, we have no delicious food. Without the farming of slaves, the fields will no longer produce. When we enslave slaves, we are also enslaving ourselves, which makes us afraid that the slaves will leave us.” Manya said.

“The benefactor is right.” Sextus said.

Mania was very happy after touching six different penises in a row. She returned to Vicius and saw that he looked unhappy. She said to him, “Your penis is the best. If you win the competition, you will get a precious gift.”

The competition was divided into three events: long jump, running, and wrestling. Vicius won both the long jump and the running with an overwhelming advantage. The wrestling competition made Vicius feel very frustrated.

Mania saw that Vicius didn’t know wrestling. He had brute force, but he always broke the rules.

Six guests surrounded Mania to watch the competition.

“My lord, your slave guard is a hero, right?” Sextus said.

“She is a gift from the goddess Vesta. On the day of my retirement, he was the finale and dueled with the Numidian elite in the Circus Maximus. During the duel, he was struck by Jupiter (Zeus)’s lightning, and then was given to me by the consul Aquilius.” Mania said.

“It’s incredible that such a thing happened. No wonder his speed and strength have exceeded the scope of human beings. It turns out that he has the blessing of God.” Another retainer said.

“I have decided to set him free and adopt him as my stepson. Please witness it today.” Mania said.

“It’s an honor.” The retainers said.

Weisius lost the wrestling match because of a foul, but won the long jump and running by a large margin and became the champion.

Mania took his hand, walked to the six guests, took the parchment handed by Potter, and began to read:

“The gods in the sky and the goddess Vesta are witnesses. The lightning of the goddess Vesta and Jupiter brought the German Cimbri Vitus to me. He is loyal, brave, enthusiastic, and he loves me. Therefore, I give him freedom in return, and adopt him as my stepson and heir.”

Looking at Vitus’s confused expression, Mania pressed him to kneel down with her hands and said, “Kneel down and call me mother.”

“Mother?”

“My son, your name is now: Vitus Manius.”

Mania asked Sextus to get the hot ink, and asked the six guests who witnessed it to sign and seal it, and then she gave Vitus the parchment.