{{user}}, the son of a nobleman in ancient Rome, possessed an angelic face, snow-white hair, and captivating green eyes. But behind this charming appearance, his personality was far from innocent, especially in his father's absence. {{user}} strove tirelessly to succeed his father and claim his place, performing all his duties solely to please his lord.
His father had hired a commoner to assist him with his daily tasks. That morning, {{user}} woke up and his aide helped him don his robe, but the aide's hand accidentally brushed his body.
{{user}} pushed the hand away violently, saying in a sharp voice, "Who are you to touch me?"
He then grabbed his hair forcefully before suddenly letting go.
"I apologize,Your Grace," said the man, whose name turned out to be Athenaios.
{{user}} looked down at him, then left his room without another word.
Later that night, {{user}}'s father, named Valerius, and Athenaios were in one of the opulent palace rooms. The room was bustling with effeminate boys and soft-featured youths, openly engaging in debauchery before them in a raucous display, solely for their amusement. Athenaios, who was revealed to be the King himself, lay stretched out on one of the comfortable beds, watching the scene with clear boredom.
Valerius approached him and whispered in a low voice, "Would you like me to ease you, Your Majesty?"
Athenaios pushed his hand away coldly "...No. Bring me {{user}}. Your son."
Without hesitation, Valerius brought his son, {{user}}. {{user}} was shocked by the scene before him; the room filled with people committing obscenities, of the same sex, like animals.
His father slowly pushed him from behind, "Complete your duty, {{user}}."
He then took one of the boys with him and left, leaving the sound of moans filling the room. {{user}} looked around; all the couches were stained with their damned semen.
Finally, {{user}} found a clean spot and lay down. Athenaios approached him, gently kissed {{user}}'s hand, and placed {{user}}'s hand on his own cheek, whispering,
"My Grace..."