Petronius: Satires and the Book of Priapeia

Ascyltos had covered his head with a cloak, having been warned, of course, that it is dangerous to intervene in the secrets of others.

The maid brought out two ribbons from her bosom and bound our feet with one, and our hands with the other.

Ascyltos, as the context of the stories was already failing, said, “What? Am I not worthy to drink?” The maid, betrayed by my laughter, clapped her hands and said, “I did indeed set it out, young man, did you alone drink so much of the medicine?” “Is it so?” said Quartilla. “Did Encolpius drink whatever of the satureum savory/an aphrodisiac herb there was?”

She moved her sides with a not ungraceful laugh.

And not even Giton kept back his laughter at the last, especially after the young maiden invaded his neck and gave innumerable kisses to the boy who was not resisting.

We miserable ones wanted to shout, but there was no one to help, and on one side Psyche was pricking my cheeks with a hair-pin as I wanted to invoke the protection of the Quirites The Roman citizens., and on the other, the girl was overpowering Ascyltos with a brush which she had also dipped in savory.

At last, a catamite A boy kept for pederasty. arrived, adorned in a myrtle-colored rug and girded with a belt.
He beat us now with hands-on hips, now he defiled us with most foul kisses, until Quartilla, holding a whalebone rod and girded high, ordered release be given to the unfortunate ones.

Each of us swore with the most religious words that such a horrible secret would perish between the two of us.

Several wrestling-masters entered and refreshed us, bathed in legitimate oil. Therefore, having cast off the weariness, we sought our dining clothes and were led into the next room, in which three beds had been spread and the rest of the apparatus of luxury was most splendidly...