The Centurion IV


by Jamie <Woodthorne@csi.com>

5. Gaius Cetellus' trial

Once the room is cleared. Caesar signals to the guards who immediately pounce upon Antonious, Zoticus and me. Antonious and Zoticus protest but their hands are quickly secured as Caesar moves towards me.

"Cetellus," he says, "my sources provide me with a different account of your actions, and I intend that I shall know the truth. I shall, however, give you an opportunity to revise your story by demonstrating what will happen if you do not tell me the truth. Strip him (looking at the guards holding me) and set him comfortably between those pillars (pointing to two which are near the end of the table further down the room)."

"You", Caesar says to the guards holding Zoticus, "secure him yonder".

As I am stripped of my clothes and spread-eagled between the two pillars, Zoticus is chained to another opposite and his clothes are removed as well. His huge organ swings ponderously as he struggles against his bonds.

"Now, Antonious, my faithful guard," says Caesar mockingly, "it is time for your confession".

"Please, might lord," says Antonious who is clearly dismayed by this turn of events, "tell me to what I should confess".

At a nod from Caesar, the guards remove Antonious' tunic and Caesar explains.

"I am informed most reliably," says Caesar, "that you have violated the rules of the Imperial School by giving excessive punishments to the boys and that you have also indulged yourself intimately with them without their consent. How say you?"

Antonious is some distance away but I can see the colour drain from his face at the accusation.

"Perhaps, mighty Caesar, I might have been a little excessive in disciplining the boys, but it was for their own good," he declares. "As for having relations with them without their consent, I must declare my innocence for none was coerced and all were willing partners."

Indicating to the guards that he wishes Antonious taken to the table and secured upon it, Caesar comes to me and rubs his hand down my naked chest and abdomen until it comes to rest upon my groin. He fondles me and I begin to respond, much against my will.

"Cetellus," he says, "take note of how we discern the truth."

Turning he asks Antonious, who is now firmly tied to the table, if he wishes to change his story.

As Antonious refuses and swears that he has been truthful, I notice that the table is missing a part in its centre for Antonious' genitals are clearly visible below its surface.

"Alright Antonious," says Caesar, "we shall come back to that in due course. But first, tell me how many boys you have punished beyond the limits set at the School?"

"I cannot say, my lord," replies Antonious, "perhaps five, maybe a few more".

Octavian moves to the table and runs his hand over the upturned backside of Antonious and laughs. "Well, five shall do for a start Antonious, but while you are punished for those, I want you to recount for I am informed that the number if far greater than that. You shall have ten strokes Antonious ....for each boy. If by the time the strap has visited you ten times by five and you still cannot recall the correct number, I shall tell you the correct number and shall replace the strap with the switch. So think very hard my dear Antonious."

With that, Caesar nodded his head and a soldier, stripped to the waist, moves forward and lays the leather strap on Antonious' arse. Suddenly, he draws it into the air and slaps it down onto Antonious whose body jerks slightly with the impact. Slowly and deliberately, the soldier applies the strap to Antonious' backside which first changes from white to pink and then to a very bright red. Antonious writhes as the pain increases but does not cry out. Indeed, I notice that his organ is increasing in length and girth as the strap stings his rear. By the time the fiftieth stroke has landed, Antonious is fully erect and groaning in pain.

The soldier moves away and Octavian again approaches the prone form on the table. Placing his hands upon the well-strapped backside, Caesar asks Antonious if he recalls the correct number of boys he had punished excessively.

"Fifteen, perhaps sixteen," says Antonious nervously.

Caesar slaps Antonious' posterior and exclaims: "What a good memory you have Antonious! And tell me how many of those boys did you impale upon this sword?" inquires Octavian as he reaches below the table and grabs Antonious' swollen member.

Antonious looks Caesar directly in the eye and confesses to having had _s_e_x_ with nine of the boys in his care.

Caesar came to me. "Cetellus," he says as he grabs my _c_o_c_k_, which had grown considerably as I had watched Antonious' beating, "what would you do if a man took you forcefully without your consent?"

"I should want revenge, great Caesar," I reply, trying to be as non-committal as possible lest I guess incorrectly what Caesar has in mind.

"Revenge? Hear that Antonious? Such a gentle soul. Now if the situation were reversed, I'm sure you would have suggested - what? Cutting of the offending organ perhaps?" asks Caesar.

Antonious says nothing.

"Well, I am not you Antonious and this dear boy has advised me that your indiscretions warrant only revenge. So be it!" declares Caesar.

Leaving me, Caesar returns to the table and, with the aid of one of the guards, begins turning a wheel which slowly lowers the lower half of Antonious' body to the floor.

"Before we exact revenge, we should deal with the other eleven boys whom you now confess to having punished excessively," says Octavian as he gently pats Antonious' now taut arse.

The soldier who had previously beaten Antonious resumes his duties as Caesar goes to one of the other soldiers and whispers something in his ear.

As the soldier departs with a smile on his face, Antonious has started to give voice to his pain. While the strap does not draw blood, it most certainly is causing a great deal of pain and gradually Antonious' cries increase in volume. After another fifty or so blows have been delivered, Antonious is writhing considerably trying to avoid the mounting pain.

Without warning, Caesar opens his rode and displays a very large and stiff organ to which he applies some oil from a jar on a side table. Moving to the soldier's side, Caesar indicates that the beating should stop and immediately plunges his organ into the unsuspecting Antonious with a loud cry of "revenge". Antonious cries out at the fierce invasion.

As Caesar goes about his work, eight soldiers quietly enter the room from the far end and quickly disrobe. Just the site of their commander with Caesar plowing his furrow causes them to get hard and each is soon anointing his erection with oil.

When Caesar spends his seed deep within Antonious' bowels, he withdraws and cleans himself on Antonious' discarded tunic.

"That, Antonious, says Caesar, " was for the first of your victims. Now we shall avenge the other eight."

With a nod from Caesar, each soldier mounts Antonious and viciously ploughs Antonious until his lust is satisfied. Immediately, one is finished, he is replaced by another. Caesar watches in satisfaction. I shake in horror at the prospect that this might indeed be my fate.

When the last of the soldiers finishes with Antonious and departs, Antonious is freed and taken back to his original position and secured. Caesar now turns his attention to Zoticus whose organ is obscenely distended from watching the rape of Antionious. Zoticus' eyes betray his fear.

Octavian is displeased with Zoticus for having withheld information, which Zoticus obtained during his interrogations of various prisoners and, as Zoticus is released and moved to the table where he is fastened, Caesar lectures him on his short comings.

"Zoticus," says Caesar, "you are a slave and have abused my trust. You had no right to decide what I should know and what I should not know and I propose to make and example of you, just as I have Antonious."

As the table is returned to its horizontal position and in an effort to appease Caesar's anger, Zoticus blurts out that he knows that Antonious has Germanicus' poor health by having taken his virginity.

Octavian does not seem surprised by the news but smiles a little, presumably at the use to which this declaration could be put.

The soldier who had beaten Antonious comes forward to Octavian and quietly gives instructions. The soldier nods and then goes across the room and fetches and three-tailed whip. He moves into position as Caesar comes around behind me and leans his body against mine.

"My dear boy," he says quietly in my left ear, "you know you are next, so why not confess to me now?"

As tears start to roll down my cheeks, I stammer: "Great Caesar, I swear I have told you the truth. By the all the gods I swear it."

Caesar's left hand waves in front of my face and the soldier now begins flogging Zoticus. The first lashes strike Zoticus across the shoulders and I watch as the soldier expertly applies lash after lash moving gradually down Zoticus' body. I see also that Zoticus' pendulous organ look much like that of a stallion about to mount a mare. Caesar's hands roam my body as I watch the flogging continue. I am sweating in fear, knowing that shortly it will be me who will be upon this table before me. I shudder, for Caesar's left hand has grasped my still engorged organ. My shudder reflects my horror at allowing these beatings to excite me and fear at the possibility that something a lot larger than Caesar's finger, which is now caressing my nether hole might soon be forced into it.

Caesar notes my reactions and whispers: "Confess!"

"Please Caesar," I plead, "I have told you the truth".

Octavian sighs, as if in despair at my apparent obstinance and releases by _c_o_c_k_ and walks towards the activity before me.

The soldier has now whipped every inch of Zoticus' body from his neck to his feet and the black flesh is badly swollen but not broken.

Caesar signals for the soldier to stop the flogging and goes quietly to fetch a rod. Back he comes and with a motion almost too swift to see, lashes Zoticus' distended organ viciously, bringing forth a terrible cry from the hitherto silent slave.

"Fifty more lashes on his backside should teach this wretch his lesson," says Caesar as he indicates to the sweating soldier to resume the beating.

After ten or so lashes, Zoticus' backside starts to ooze blood and he is crying out in pain from the incessant pain, which the whip is delivering. His manhood has shrunk a little since the lash that Caesar applied.

By the time the last stroke is delivered, Zoticus is howling with pain and there is a series of open wounds in his arse flesh.

I am shaking terribly as they untie Zoticus and take him back to the place between the pillars on the other side of the room and retie him.

Caesar walks to within a short distance and looks me directly into my tear stained eyes.

"Gaius Cetellus," declares Caesar, "this is you final chance. Do you wish to change the answers you have given me?"

Shaking, knowing that I cannot avoid my fate, I try to stop quivering and declare: "Caesar, I have told you the truth and have sworn that it is the truth." My voice quavers and tears continue to roll down my cheeks.

"Secure him," directs Caesar and immediately two guars untie my wrists and lead me to the table. My hands are tied to the far end and my legs spread as wide as possible and are then firmly secured. Caesar directs that I am to be punished as a boy and the two soldiers turn the cranks, which slowly lower my feet to a vertical position. My genitals hang on the edge of the partition in the table, and the only support for by body comes from my wrists since this device is clearly intended for a fully-grown man.

A hand rubs my backside, taking pleasure from the unmarked flesh of my rather prominent cheeks. I cannot see for I am tied looking towards the hanging figures of Antonious and Zoticus, but I assume the hand belongs to Caesar.

The hand moves around my body and grasps my genitals, stroking them as if expecting that I could be excited at this juncture.

"Your refusal to admit the true nature of your curse against me Gaius Cetellus has earned you a beating," declares Caesar. "I shall determine your punishment for the curse itself after you have been thoroughly questioned. For the moment, consider the consequences for your foolishness."

Caesar's hand released my genitals and within moments the rod swishes through the air and lands with a resounding "crack" against my backside. For an instant I can feel nothing and then pain explodes in my brain. The severity of the stroke is unbelievable, far worse than anything I have experiences at school or in my father's house. I anticipate the second stroke and am surprised that it has not arrived. I open my eyes in wonder and can see Antonious and Zoticus, each sporting an erection. They are enjoying this!

I relax and suddenly my world explodes as the second stroke arrives. I am clenching my buttocks to try and ease the pain for I cannot move my limbs. The next stroke arrives and is quickly followed by another and yet another. I start to lose my capacity to count the strokes as my rear becomes a mass of fiery pain and my tears stream down my cheeks onto the tabletop. My pain is increasing with each stroke of the rod and my resolve to show my toughness wanes as I find I have no choice but to cry out. My shrieks of agony soon deafen me so that the 'swish' of the rod can no longer reach my ears.

I am hanging by my wrists. My legs could not support me even if my feet could reach the ground and my life is a single mass of crimson pain. I suddenly realise that the beating has finished for there is a hand between my throbbing arse cheeks. A moistened finger enters me arse hole, which causes a new form of discomfort, but nothing compared with the fire in my rear.

The finger withdraws and immediately my back erupts in white fire as the whip cuts across it. I am screaming. I will surely die. But there is no mercy for the flogging continues and each stroke brings new pain and agony. I know where this is leading, for I have seen Zoticus flogged only a short time ago and as the whip nears my backside I am subjected to the indignity of a warm mouth encompassing my organ. I want to open my eyes to see whether the mouth belongs to Antonious or Zoticus but I cannot for the pain increases beyond measure and my screams and tears make opening my eyes impossible.

The whip slashes my buttocks where the rod has already done its work. I am bucking against the table and, to my eternal shame, my organ is erect and pounding into the mouth that surrounds it. Despite the pain, I know I am going to erupt in the mouth but I cannot avoid it. The orgasm is intense - far greater than any I have had before - and my seed flows endlessly.

The beating has stopped. I am exhausted. My body cries out from the treatment it has received and my still swollen member drips the final drops of my seed onto the floor. I am being unbound and finally open my eyes but I cannot see because the tears have blurred my vision.

I cannot stand - my legs simply refuse to work. Some muffled words are spoken but my brain cannot register them for it is focussed solely on the pain in my rear. Hands lift me and I am carried from the chamber and down some passageway and into another room. I am laid on a bed and covered with a linen sheet. The door closes and is bolted shut. This is my prison.


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