Bestia woke. He was lying face down on the bed He hurt. He hurt with a searing, tearing pain. His bottom hurt and he hurt inside as well. He thought he had never hurt so much before. Corax lay half on top of him one heavy leg resting across his naked bum.
Apart from the pain Bestia felt utterly alone for the first time in his life. His home had not been a comfortable one. They were too poor for that. However there had always been company; his younger brothers and sisters, his father and uncle, even, if all else failed, his mother; people he could turn to for sympathy and even love. Now they were all gone. He would never see them again. He belonged to the man who in pursuit of his own pleasures had ripped and torn his body. He could expect no help or love from him.
The man was asleep for the moment but the room was getting lighter. Soon he would be awake again. Bestia became aware of a hardness pressing against his bottom. The man had an erection and when he woke he would no doubt expect to sate his lust, as he had done before, within Bestia's tortured body. He shuddered at the thought of the man's swollen prick being hammered into him again. Yet there was nothing he could do but lie there and wait for the torture to begin once more.
Well perhaps there was one thing he could do. He could tell from the feel of the man's prick that he was near coming. If he could just bring him to orgasm before he was fully awake perhaps he would be able to preserve his bottom from further assault at least for the time being. Very gently he began to press his bum up against the man's shaft. He could feel it's hardness increase and the pulse of the man's blood quicken.
Corax stirred and half rolled onto his back. Bestia's mother had protected his bottom from his father and uncle but that was all. The two men knew that any assault on that would leave traces that as he would spot and they were too frightened of her to risk that. The boy's lips and tongue was another matter. On many occasions they had taken the child behind the cow byre when the women was busy in the hovel they all called home and had taken it in turns to enjoy his mouth and to keep watch.
Very quietly Bestia manoeuvred himself down the bed until his face was level with the man's crotch. His nostrils were full of the man's stale smell, a mixture of sweat and semen. The man's prick stood erect, slightly curved, cruel and demanding. He could see it was stained with mans seed, and a mixture of his own blood and _s_h_i_t_. Still any thing was better than the agony of having it rammed inside him again. The boy ran his tongue along it's full length from it's root in the coarse forest of the man's pubic hair to the slit at it's tip. Then he parted his lips and took it into his mouth. He put his head back as his father and uncle had trained him so that he could take it down into his throat. His nose and lips were pressed against the man's crotch.
Corax could feel the boy's lips about his _c_o_c_k_, the boys tongue teasing it. He knew he was near coming and he was angry. It was all right the boy playing with his _c_o_c_k_, exciting him, getting him going. It was quite another for the boy to take him to the point of orgasm while he slept. From a slave that was insolence. Decisions were made by the master not the slave. The boy would have to be taught a lesson. But perhaps not immediately.
Corax pushed the boy away and placing two fingers behind his own ball sack pressed firmly upwards until the immediate danger of an orgasm had past.
"Over on your belly boy and spread your legs," he commanded harshly.
"Sir please Sir...can't I suck you Sir.. Please Sir.... I'm good at that Sir...Please let me show you Sir....and I'm so sore Sir....Please let me suck you Sir...Please...."
Corax clenched his hand and punched Bestia full in the mouth cutting off the boy's frantic pleadings. It was a nicely calculated blow, hard enough to split the boy's lips and to send blood trickling down his chin, not so hard as to dislodge a tooth.
"Over on your belly," Corax repeated . "I am going to _f_u_c_k_ your arse again. Do you think it matters to me or anyone else how sore a worthless little slave's bottom is. Get over now or I'll hit you again."
Bestia sobbing hopelessly rolled over onto his stomach. Corax knelt between the boy's legs using his knees to force them further apart.
"Lift your bottom boy," he ordered.
Bestia's sobs redoubled as he obeyed. Looking down at the boy's upturned bottom Corax saw dried blood down the inside of the child's legs and caked around his hole. There was no doubt that he had indeed torn the boy. That was no reason why he should not _f_u_c_k_ the boy again. The boy belonged to him to do with as he liked. If he chose to hurt him that was his business and nobody else's. He was perfectly within his rights.
On the other hand Corax though a hard man was a fare one within at least his own harsh lights. The boy had obeyed him, submitted to his will. He would punish him in due course for his earlier impertinence but there was no need to make his enjoyment of the boy's bottom more painful for him than was necessary.
Corax spat on his fingers and began to gently lubricate the edges of the boy's hole with his saliva. His face even softened slightly as the boy responded by pushing his bottom upwards opening himself even more to his master.
"That's right boy," Corax said almost gently. "The more you relax the less it will hurt you."
He parted the lips of the boy's hole with the fingers of one hand. He took aim with his prick and plunged it hard into Bestia's bottom. The boy screamed. Corax thrust again and the full length of his _c_o_c_k_ was sheathed in the boy. Corax noticed that although the boy was clearly suffering he had been easier to penetrate than before.
Corax lay still for a moment feeling the boy hot and tight about his shaft. The very slowly and gently he began to _f_u_c_k_ the lad. The boy groaned and whimpered but then began to respond. Corax increased the speed and force of his thrusting. Soon he was pumping his prick up and down in the boy as fast and as hard as he could. He was not as young as he was and it took him longer to reach a climax than in the past. The boy howled and his body went slack. Still Corax drove into him, panting for breath, sweat streaming down his naked body. Then his buttocks clenched tight and he exploded deep within the boy. He slumped down upon the lad fighting for air.
After a moments rest he rolled to one side pulling himself clear of the boy. He pushed Bestia away from him, tumbling him off the bed.
"Get the pot boy," he said roughly, "I need a pee."
Bestia dragged himself to his feet and scuttled painfully off across the room. Corax saw that fresh blood was running down the inside of his thighs.
"Hurry boy," he said impatiently getting to his feet.
"Well kneel down and hold it up for me."
Corax peed into the pot. He noticed that his _c_o_c_k_ had fresh blood on it. He looked down on Bestia as the boy knelt at his feet his head level with his prick. He shook the drops of urine off his _c_o_c_k_ and wiped his fingers dry on the boy's fair hair. Then he tipped back the boy's head and looked down into his face. It was wet with tears and mucus. His eyes were empty. Corax knew what had happened. He had seen it happen many times in the past. Long ago it had even happened to him. The boy had gone. What knelt in front of him was just an animal the boy's spirit had chosen to go elsewhere. He remembered at times of great humiliation or suffering as a boy feeling as if he was not in his body but outside it watching like a spectator as it was abused and tortured. He knew that was the state Bestia was now in. Spirit and body would reunite fast enough once the immediate crisis was over.
"Get that pot out of here. Clean yourself up and find me some breakfast and don't bleed on the carpet" Corax threw himself down on the bed and rolling to face the wall almost immediately fell asleep.
Bestia carrying the potty with it's pungent contents hobbled from the room. He cupped his free hand beneath the cleft of his bottom. He felt warm dampness dripping on to it.
The blankets on the couch in the next room had tumbled to the floor. The two boys lay close together Pisclus's tight little butt pressing hard against the older boy's crotch. The younger boy's eyes were open. Bestia beckoned to him and Pisclus got to his feet his little prick with it's tiny pink head standing erect.
Pisclus followed Bestia down the stairs into the inn courtyard. He could see the blood dribbling from the cleft of the other boy's bottom. He felt sick with fear as he remembered the screams and whimpering that had come from Corax's room the previous night.
It was still early morning and the inn yard was deserted apart from a group of naked boys squatting round a couple of buckets set on the paving stones outside the kitchen door. One of the boy's looked up and waived. Pisclus recognised the child with whom he had shared his buttermilk the previous evening.
"Come over here," the boy called. "Have some porridge. There's plenty."
Pisclus followed more slowly by Bestia trotted across the yard.
"Won't she mind us taking your food?" Pisclus asked nervously. He was hungry but he remembered vividly the pain when the fat lady had hit him with the ladle.
"No, she's not too bad really. She feeds us pretty well and only gets nasty when she's cooking....She expects us to work and she hits us when we don't. but she won't let anyone else beat us .... "
"And if one of the guests takes a fancy to one of us she gives us something extra," another boy said.
"A bit of meat.."
"Or some white bread and honey.."
A chorus of young voices began to list the treats they could hope to earn by entertaining customers of the Inn.
Pisclus and Bestia hunkered down among the boys. Bestia whimpered slightly as he did so. Pisclus's friend looked at him.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I'm sore."
"You're Corax's boy aren't you. Diana," Pisclus assumed this must be the name of a maid, "told us about him. She said he had a prick as big as a bull's."
"She said if we weren't quiet she'd give us to him...."
"And he'd split our bottoms open with his _c_o_c_k_ just like they were ripe melons..."
Again the boys chattered over each other in excitement.
"You're bottoms not split open...."
"You're still walking...."
"You took it all right..."
"Do you think we could take it..."
"You must be tough..."
"I'm sore," Bestia said but it was clear he was pleased by the attention he was receiving.
"Miss," the fat woman had come out of the kitchen door her ladle in her hand, a chorus of youthful voices greeted her. "Miss, this boys been _f_u_c_k_ed by Corax... He's still walking Miss.... He's torn though Miss.... It hurts him.....Diana said Miss..."
"Shut up the lot of you. Alba take the buckets in and bring two buckets of warm water out. Tibur get some clean rags and that jar of powder I use. You know the one. Ceres take that pot empty and clean it. Fancy having it there when you are eating filthy little animals. The rest of you get inside and get on with your work. There's all the breakfasts to do. Come on now."
These orders were accompanied by hefty swipes with the ladle across young bare bottoms and shrill squeals from the slave boys.
"Now then," the woman said having imposed some sort of order. "Let's see what the damage is. Up on your feet boy legs apart and bend over. Um .. not too good." She probed Bestia's bottom with her finger and the boy gasped. "You'll survive though I think."
"You boy," she said turning to Pisclus, "clean his bum up gently as you can and when you have I'll do something to stop the bleeding. And what about you? Any damage from last night."
"No Miss."
"Well give it time. It will come. Now where's that Massa I lent him to Cassius for the night. He may need patching up too after that one's been up his bottom."
Pisclus and Bestia returned scrubbed clean to their masters' rooms carrying bowls of hot water and towels. Bestia was moving easier. The bleeding from the torn lips of his anus had been staunched with powder while a small square of cloth pressed between his buttocks prevented the escape of blood from any internal bleeding that he might be experiencing. A maid servant was to bring the breakfasts for Corax and Marcus once these were ready.
Bestia went straight through to the inner room. Corax was stretched out on his back on the bed his flaccid _c_o_c_k_ lying inert in a forest of dark coarse hair.
Corax made a slight gesture and Bestia moved to sponge clean the shaft that had plumbed his bottom. Corax watched the boy as he worked, his head bowed over his crotch, his face absorbed and almost worshipping. He reached out and gently patted the boy's bare rump. Bestia continued to work on Corax's prick as the man's hand stroked his bottom. Corax felt sated and experienced only the mildest of stirring in his loins. He was amused to see that the boy on the other hand was already once again fully erect his pink _c_o_c_k_'s head pepping out above his foreskin.
Corax dressed and walked through to the next room followed by Bestia who had still been permitted no clothes. A maid wearing only a minuscule skirt was busy putting out the breakfast assisted by Pisclus who was also nude. Marcus, fully dressed, lounged in a chair by the table clearly eager for his meal.
Bestia seeing the girl moved his hands to hide his swollen prick. Corax saw this and turning knocked his hands apart.
"Don't go covering yourself up boy. Not that you've got anything much to hide anyway. That slut of a maid will have seen much bigger ones than you've got"
Bestia blushed and dropped his hands to his side.
"Slept well Marcus?" Corax continued cheerfully, "or did you have a bit of fun with your little boy tart. eh?"
"Well father...."
"I thought so though I bet the brat only managed a dry orgasm."
"No father. He had a real one." Marcus protested.
"Really where here's an interesting experiment to keep us amused while we eat."
Corax grabbed hold of Pisclus beneath the arms and lifted the boy so that he was seated on the end of the table. He pushed the startled boys knees apart.
"Now Bestia, you say you're good with your tongue and lips don't you?"
"Yes Sir." Bestia did not sound too happy.
"An expert sucker of penis's?"
Bestia hesitated.
"Come on boy yes or no, speak up."
"Yes Sir."
"Good let's see you service little Pisclus then. Come on boy get your head down and get busy."
Obediently Bestia bent forward in front of Pisclus and, with his bum pushed up in the air, began to tongue the child's hairless balls and tiny prick. The little soon shaft hardened and rose under his caresses.
Corax seated himself at the table and began to eat. The maid silently served the food. The first dish was a bowl of porridge but of a very different quality to the dark coarse grained watery salty mess which the slave boys had been given. This was made with fresh milk and the finest wheat. No salt had been added to it but a large bowl of honey stood on the table with which to sweeten it.
Pisclus was embarrassed and humiliated by being turned into a spectacle for the amusement of Corax and his master but he had had his first full orgasm some 7 hours before. He was young and eager. Despite himself his _c_o_c_k_ responded quickly to the touch of Pisclus's agile tongue. His eyes glazed, his head went back. Spine arched, hands tightly gripping the edge of the table, his breath came in ever shorter and harsher gasps.
"Hold on boy," Corax said starting to his feet and landing a sharp slap on Bestia's bare upturned rump. "Get away now or the show will be over before I've finished my meal."
He pushed Bestia away and putting one hand under Pisclus's thighs lifted his legs. He slipped his free hand under Pisclus's crotch and pressed firmly upwards just behind the boys tiny balls. He maintained the pressure until the boy's _c_o_c_k_ began to soften. He tipped the boy backwards so that his shoulders rested on the table and his knees were pushed back on either side of his head.
Corax dipped the tip of his index finger in the jar of honey. He ran it along the lips of the little boys anus. He pressed gently into the boy. Pisclus caught his breath and tensed. Corax increased the pressure and slowly Pisclus relaxed. The man inserted only the very tip of his index finger. The boy gasped and pushed upwards offering his bum to the man.. It was the first time that anyone had penetrated even the shortest distance into his bottom. Corax took a large dollop of honey and spread it thickly the length of the cleft of the boy's bum. He stood back.
"Come on," he said to Bestia, "there's a breakfast treat for you whore. Clean it up with your tongue."
"No reason why you should be left out either," he continued speaking to Pisclus. "Lick these clean."
He held out his honey coated fingers to the smaller boy. Pisclus pushed his head upwards his tongue flicking eagerly around the man's fingers.
"Suck them," Corax commanded Pisclus. He pushed his hand closer to the boy who eagerly obeyed.
"This bitch of yours is on heat Marcus," he remarked as Pisclus sucked vigorously on his fingers. "He'll be a lively _f_u_c_k_ when you've got time to open him up. Not now though. Not enough time to do him justice. I have to flog Bestia and then we'll go to the baths."
Bestia's head jerked up at this mention of his name and he turned his face towards Corax honey smearing his nose and chin. Corax picked up the leather strap from where it lay beside his plate on the table. He brought it cracking down across the boy's bottom.
"Get your head back down boy. Did I tell you to stop?"
Bestia squealed and went back to tonguing Pisclus's crack.
"Yes," Corax continued speaking to Marcus. "The stupid little brat put the preservation of his bottom before my wishes. He's got to be taught that what matters in this world is the Masters pleasure not the slaves pain."
"Come on boy you should have finished by now. Stand up straight. Now let's have a look. Yes that's fine."
"Pisclus go and get your tunic from the kitchen and then sort out towels oil and scrapers for the baths."
"Bestia come over here."
Corax took the older boy by the scruff of the neck and pushed him over to the wall. He turned him to face into the room and ordered him to hold out his hands above his head. He bound his thin wrists together with a length of cord and then lifting him bodily from the ground by his arms slipped the cord over a hook fastened in the wall. The eleven year old hung suspended by his wrists his feet 6 inches or so from the floor. The cord cut into his skin as his arms took full the weight of his body. He began to whimper with fear.
"Usually," Corax said addressing Marcus, "you flog a boy on his arse or shoulders or the back of his thighs. Sometimes though, if you are in a hurry and want to hurt the boy a lot, as I want to hurt this little tart of mine, you thrash him on his chest. "
As he spoke Corax ran his hands over Bastia feeling the boys ribcage through his tightly stretched flesh.
"The bone is so near the surface there that every blow hurts four or five times more than one delivered to the more usual areas of his body. And this is a very tender part of his body. Listen."
He grasped of one of Bastia's nipples between his finger and thumb and squeezed hard. The boy's sobbing changed to a high pitched scream. Corax laughed harshly
"Now boy 12 strokes and keep your eyes open do you hear me. If you close your eyes the stroke will not count."
.He took a step back and measuring his distance carefully, lashed the boy across his naked chest with the strap. Leather cracked against bare skin. Bastia screamed again. Corax paused until the white stripe across the boys golden brown skin changed to angry red. He brought the strap whistling down once again. The room was filled with the agonised screams of the boy punctuated by the sound of leather striking bare flesh. He began to tease the boy. He flicked the strap at the child so that it just missed. The next blow went home and the next but then another harmless flick. The boy's screams took on a hysterical note as the man tormented him. The screams got shriller and wilder. Froth appeared at the corners of the boy's mouth. Then he peed himself.
."I think he won't forget that lesson," Corax said. He smiled. He was satisfied with his work.
He turned and walked from the room leaving Bastia hanging by his wrists. The sound of the boy's cries followed him as he went down the stairs to the inn yard. Marcus, signalling to Pisclus to follow him, hurried after his father.
"Will he be all right Father?" he asked when he caught him up.
Who? Oh Bastia. He'll survive I expect. Any way it doesn't matter if he doesn't. There are plenty more where he comes from."