The sun went down too quickly for Derek. Within three hours of his arrival at the villa, he was standing naked and perfumed in a corner, waiting. By his feet was an urn of wine. It was his job to keep everyone’s goblets filled. “If anyone has to ask for more wine then you have not done your job,” Gaius had stated. “Boys who do not do their job are punished.”
The night wore on. Gaius and the other members of his all male party continued pouring wine down their throats. Some were still managing to sit upright on the cushions that had been placed around the half-metre high tables skirting the courtyard, though several had taken to reclining. Most of them had disrobed and Derek was finding it harder and harder to fulfil his duties as wine pourer because of the hands that grabbed at him as he
