Then the catamite, also at the soldier's order, began to Beslaver me all over with the fetid kisses of his stinking mouth, a treatment I could neither fly from, nor in any other way avoid.
"The Satyricon, Complete"
Petronius Arbiter
The soldier ordered the catamite to Beslaver me with his stinking kisses.
"The Satyricon, Complete"
Petronius Arbiter