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I should mention that Sejanus had a boy, whose name was Horatio, and he was Sejanus’s body-slave. He tended all his master’s clothes, kept his quarters clean, served his food (which was cooked in the army kitchens), washed him in the bathroom and generally tended to all his needs, so that there was very little for me to do except serve him sexually. Horatio was a little younger than me, a pretty boy, with black hair, a winning smile, a round firm bottom and a nice c**k, though not as big as my Master’s. Often he would join us in bed. I tried not to be jealous, though I confess that I was always watching carefully to see if Sejanus favoured him over me. Of course this made me try harder to please him. I think on the whole Sejanus preferred girls, but like many Roman men he liked variety. S