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satisfaction, he said, “I will bathe now.”
    Skaia hesitated. He knew he wasn’t supposed to talk unless he was spoken to, but he was so unsure and he had no idea what was required of him. “What I do, Master?” he asked very softly.
    “ Whatever I tell you.” Thaddeus reached to the boy’s collar, and released the chain. “Follow me.”
    Skaia was confused. He had no idea what follow meant. “Come?” he asked uncertainly.
    “ Yes, come.” Thaddeus was already walking down a narrow hallway Skaia had not seen before. The child took a deep breath, and went after him, though he kept his eyes down to avoid seeing the master’s naked body.
    They came to yet another chamber that contained a small pool, with a built up ledge. Thaddeus stepped inside and sank down into the water. He pointed to shelves at the side of the pool. “Get sponges and oil.”
    Skaia walked to the shelves and handled the items he found uncertainly. He held up one of them. “Spoonge?” he asked, meeting Thaddeus’ eyes.
    Thaddeus smiled, finding himself charmed by the little slave’s strange pronunciation. “Sponge,” he agreed.
    Picking out a bottle, Skaia unstopped it and smelled. “Oil?”
    Thaddeus actually laughed. “Yes, oil. Bring them.” He was surprised at his own patience. He held up the sponge when the boy handed it over. “Sponge. Now, you say it.” Skaia watched Thaddeus’ mouth as it formed the word, repeating it back several times until Thaddeus was satisfied. When he looked down, Thaddeus touched his hand until Skaia met his eyes again. “Very good.”
    Skaia was unsure what to do. He was afraid of this man, but he dared to smile, and Thaddeus nodded approval, saying, “Wash me.” Skaia understood the command if not exactly how to accomplish it. He sat on the ledge and put the sponge in the water, dribbling it on Thaddeus’ shoulders. To his surprise, the water was hot. Thaddeus spoke again. “Undress and get in with me.”
    Unsure what all the words meant, Skaia certainly understood undress now and took off his tunic, immediately this time, folding it neatly. Then he stood nervously, his hands falling to cover his groin. “Not understand rest, Master.”
    Thaddeus took the child’s arm and pulled him toward the pool. “Get in.” Skaia stepped over the ledge and into the water. “Good,” Thaddeus said before pulling the boy down to sit next to him on the step. He handed Skaia the sponge again. “Wash me,” he repeated. Skaia obeyed, rubbing the sponge over the man’s chest, arms and legs. Thaddeus shifted the boy’s small hand to his groin, and moved it with the sponge. Soon enough, Skaia was doing it without Thaddeus’ help, though the young slave turned a bright shade of red when he encountered the Roman’s erection, and tried to pull his hand away. But Thaddeus stopped him, holding his wrist in an almost brutal grip until the boy started to work again.
    When Thaddeus turned over, Skaia sighed silently in relief and washed his master’s back and buttocks. When it was done, Thaddeus stood and stepped from the water, Skaia staring at the man’s bobbing organ only a moment, before leaving the pool as well and joining him.
    “ Now, oil me,” Thaddeus ordered, amused at the youngster’s embarrassment. Skaia did as best he could, having only seen the process once before in the auction house. He poured oil from the bottle into his hands, and rubbed it into the skin of Thaddeus’ legs and buttocks. When Skaia was reaching for his back, Thaddeus turned and directed the boy to his phallus. He noticed that Skaia hesitated, and suddenly the unbidden thought that he would like to have the boy’s sweet mouth surround his throbbing length ran through his mind.
    But he pushed the thought away and got back in the pool, rinsing himself of the oil. “I changed my mind,” he said abruptly when he stepped out again. “Get the towels and rub me dry.” He saw the relief on the young face and smiled.