This story is pure (if that is the appropriate word) fantasy. It involves the _s_e_x_ual and physical abuse of children by adults. If you are under age or do not enjoy such stories please do not read it. Comments and suggestions are welcome and should be sent to zelamir@hotmail. com. I will reply to all messages except those that say they disaprove of this story because it involves the _s_e_x_ual and physical abuse of boys by adults. That is what this story is about. You have been warned. Earlier episodes of this story can be found in the author's personal archive.
Bestia sat on the flagstones his legs bent and slightly parted holding the blood stained rag against the soreness of his crutch. People passed through the yard but no one took any notice of the naked young slave boy. The sun blazed down. Although the side of the yard where Bestia was shackled was in deep shadow it was hot and airless. Soon his head fell forward and he dozed.
He woke to found Corax standing over him prodding him with his foot. Fear flared in the boy's eyes. He tried to move away from his tormentor only to be brought up short by the chain around his ankle. Corax laughed.
"Vacca, Vacca, come here woman and bring the key for our sleeping beauty. I want to see what sort of job you have made of him."
"Stop your shouting Corax," Vacca replied appearing from the depths of the kitchen. "The poor child's bottom and prick will not heal any sooner for it; nor the bruises on his chest fade either. If you could learn patience and gentleness it would be something indeed but then you would not be Corax but some other creature altogether. A much nicer creature too."
Grumbling she knelt down at Bestia's feet and unlocked the shackle about his ankle. Taking the boy one arm she helped him to his feet.
"There he is Corax," she continued patting Bestia encouragingly on the rump with the palm of her hand. "I've done the best I could with him. It's you who did the damage I had to repair and insisted that his prick be cut and don't you forget it. Brave as a soldier he was while I was doing it too. Hardly a cry or tear."
"I've known you a long time Vacca but I've never known you to be quiet," Corax grated.
He leant forward and taking hold of Bestia's wrists pulling his hands away from his crutch. Surprisingly gently he took the boy's small prick between his finger and thumb and rolled it about.
"It's healed well," he said.
He ran his thumb down the flaccid member. Bestia whimpered and pulled away as he touched the raw flesh where the foreskin had been severed.
"Still sore is it boy?" Corax asked speaking to Bestia directly for the first time since he had returned to the inn. "Well that will pass and with you cut you'll be a much cleaner and sweeter smelling little whore when I need you."
Corax released Bestia's prick and walked round behind the boy. He put the flat of his hand on the back of the boy's head and pushed forcing him to bend forward. Vacca stepped forward and took hold of Bestia by the shoulders.
"Legs apart boy and push your bum out," Corax ordered.
Corax slipped his hand between the boys legs and fondled his balls. He ran his thumb nail along the short length of flesh that divided Bestia's balls from his anus until it reached the edge of the plug that Vacca had inserted in the boy. His fingers caressed the sensitive area at the top of the boy's legs his nails gently scratched the tender skin. Bestai aroused by these attentions lifted his bottom higher. The boys breath came in short gasps as he panted in his rising excitement.
Corax nodded to Vacca over the boy's bent back. The woman tightened her grip on the boy's shoulders. Corax steadied Bestia with his left hand flat against the small of his back. With a single sharp wrench of his right hand he jerked the plug from the boy's bottom.
Bestia howled as the pain ripped through him. He bucked and fought against Vacca's restraining hands but the woman's grip held firm. Then he was still again, bent over, his bare bottom raised, whimpering quietly.
A dark skinned, curly haired, boy wearing only a tiny strip of cloth between his legs sidled out from the kitchen grinning broadly attracted by the noise.
Corax lifted the plug and inspected it while his free hand gently stroked the lads quivering bum.
"Very good," he said quietly. "No fresh blood...excellent."
"You'll give that boy a rest tonight Corax if you've any sense," Vacca said taking the plug from the man. "You've hurt him enough for now and he'll be all the livelier for a rest. And don't you go trying to ride that little lad of your son's either. He's hardly more than a baby that one and you'd split his bum open like a ripe melon."
Corax laughed. Vacca seemed to be able to take liberties with him that no other person dared.
"Pisclus there is my son's boy and it's Marcus who will be enjoying his bottom tonight. As for this boy," he said landing a light smack on Bestia's upturned rump, "well, we'll have to see."
"No, give the lad a rest. I tell you what Corax. I know you of old for a randy old goat. You have Ceres here tonight but you promise me that you grease his bum up well before you _f_u_c_k_ him."
"Miss," the African boy cried in alarm, the grin disappearing from his face in an instant.
"Yes you little tyke," Vacca said reaching back and grabbing him by an ear which she twisted viciously extracting further squeals of protest as she hauled him forward to show Corax. "It'll teach you to stick to your work and not to go creeping off sticking your nose into things that don't concern you."
"Look at him Corax. The curse of my life. The laziest greediest brat in my kitchen - but a sturdy young animal. You ride him as hard as you like and he'll take it I'm sure."
"And stop snivelling you miserable little tart," she said turning her attention back to the boy. "It's not the first time you've had a man's _c_o_c_k_ up your arse I know and the other boys will sleep sounder and be fresher for work without you in the loft with them."
Corax looked the boy up and down slowly and then nodded.
"I'll give the whore a try," he said coldly
"And remember grease his bottom and your son's boy as well," Vacca added. "I know your son's weapon won't compare with yours but he still looks like a chip off the old block to me."
"Now Ceres," she said releasing the black boy's ear. "Go and fetch a pot of goose grease. "You know where it's kept it well enough. Quick about it."
The boy ran off rubbing his sore ear.
As Pisclus followed Marcus up the stairs to their rooms he thought about what the evening would bring. He had seen the state of Bestia's bottom after Corax had _f_u_c_k_ed him, the cleft of his bum and the inside of his thighs stained with dried semen and blood. He had noticed how painfully the boy had walked the next morning, his legs splayed to minimise the pain. Now it was his turn. Corax's _c_o_c_k_ was much bigger than Marcus's. He had seen that in the baths. But then he was a good two years younger and a good deal smaller than Bestia. No doubt being _f_u_c_k_ed by Marcus would not hurt as much as having it done by his father but it would still hurt. There was nothing he could do about it though. If Marcus wanted to _f_u_c_k_ him he would and that was that. If he tried to resist it would make no difference. He would just be thrashed and then _f_u_c_k_ed and with a bottom sore from the cane it would hurt all the more.
Not that he wanted to resist Marcus. Marcus had saved his life and was all the things that he admired. Strong, resolute, confident and brave; Pisclus worshipped the older boy as a savage worships a tribal God, powerful, capricious, sometimes cruel, but his only protector in a hostile world. Pisclus was happy to be the older boy's slave. He loved Marcus even though he had hurt him in the past and he knew in his heart would do so again in the future.
Marcus's emotions as he watched Pisclus moving about the room preparing it with the two other slave boys for their Masters' supper were almost the mirror image of the younger boy's. The lad's slim body ,thin arms and the occasional glimpses that he caught of the smooth curves of his tender little rump as he bent to move a chair or set a plate both aroused him and filled him with pity. The thought of having the boy naked and in his power excited him almost to fever pitch. Should he, he wondered, strip the boy himself, ripping the thin tunic which was his only covering brutally from his shoulders? Or would it be better to lean back in his chair and order the boy to strip? To watch the frightened child lift the tunic over his head and then to see him standing there naked, trembling with fear, utterly vulnerable. Certainly he should not hurry things. The boy must be given time to appreciate his own helplessness and he must have time himself to enjoy the lads terror.
He noticed how the bruises left by the last beating he had given the boy had faded. He glanced at the cane that lay beside him on the table. He smiled to himself. He felt sure he would find occasion to score fresh marks across the smooth curve of the boy's bottom before the end of the night.
Dusk was beginning to fall before the meal was over. Corax ordered the serving girl to light the lamps and then dismissed her. Bestia, nominated for this duty because his bottom was to be spared for that night, appeared with the chamber pot. He knelt before Corax and Marcus . First the father then the son directed a stream of tawny liquid into the pot, held just inches away from the kneeling boys bowed head, then after shaking the few remaining drops from their pricks wiped the moisture from their fingers on the boy's fair hair.
Feeling rather full after his meal and slightly muzzy from the small amount of wine mixed with water that Corax had allowed him to accompany his dinner Marcus lounged back in his chair. Like his father he was relaxed and content and was looking forward to the rest of the evening with pleasant anticipation.
The condition of three slave boys was very different. They had had nothing to eat other than such scraps as their masters had allowed them from their plates while they were serving. They knew too that it was their bodies that were to provide the entertainment that their masters were so happily anticipating. Hungry and frightened they huddled together at the far end of the room from the table awaiting their fate. There was nothing to stop any one of them running from the room except the certainty that if one did so he would be caught savagely flogged and brought back to experience even greater horrors. They were slaves and knew that they were the property of their masters who had absolute power over them. There was no protection for them from the law and no one for them to turn to for help.
Corax took a deep draft of his wine and crooked his finger at Ceres. The boy stepped reluctantly forward the lamp light glistening on his dark skin.
"Well lets see what we've got here then," Corax said and leaning forward pulled the narrow strip of cloth tat was the boy's only covering.
Ceres, being a well trained boy made no effort to cover, himself with his hands. He just stood there his hands open by the sides of his thighs, his head slightly bent, as Corax and Marcus studied his nakedness. He was a good looking boy with, slim strong legs, a flat stomach and a well defined ribcage. There was no spare flesh on him but he looked fit and well made. Marcus saw that around the base of his _c_o_c_k_ and his hairless scrotum was fastened a band of dully gleaming metal. He lent forward to examine it closer.
"What's that Father?" he asked pointing.
"That?" Corax said . "Oh a _c_o_c_k_ ring. Why have you got that on you boy?" he asked Ceres.
"Sir I...I started to go stiff and things at all sort of times and Miss said I was distracting the customers from their food when I was serving at table and she didn't want me coming over the food in the kitchen so she put it on me to try to slow me down Sir."
"And did it work?" Corax asked amused.
"Some times Sir,"
Corax laughed.
Marcus lent forward to take a closer look at the ring. He reached out and touched it. Taking hold of it he gave it a sharp jerk. Ceres gasped and grabbed at his crutch.
"Get your hands back down at your sides boy," Corax barked. "Who told you to move."
He landed a stinging slap with the flat of his hand on the side of the boys bare thigh.
"How did they get it on him Father?" Marcus asked. "It's really tight I don't see how they did it."
"They'd have put his _c_o_c_k_ in it first," Corax explained and then they would have forced one ball after the other through it."
"It must have hurt," Marcus said appreciatively, "but it looks good."
"Yes, well we've got other things to do apart from discussing _c_o_c_k_ rings all night."
Corax hitched his tunic clear of his thighs and pointed down at them. Obediently Ceres stretched himself out over his knees and spread his legs so that his bare rump was open and ready to the man's hand.
Marcus," Corax said, "I am going to grease this brats bottom and you can watch so that you will know how to do it with your boy."
Corax rested his hand on the curve of Ceres bottom and began gently to stroke it.
"The first thing to do is to get the boy as relaxed as you can. You want to get the grease all round his hole and also right into him."
"You know," he continued as he slowly caressed the lad's bum, "in a way this little tyke is the basis on which our great Empire has been built. If it was not for Ceres and Pisclus and Bestia and millions of other slave boys like them over the centuries there would be no empire. It's their labour that has tilled the fields, worked the mines, powered the galleys and done all the other tasks that have allowed our legions to conquer the known world and which allows the Senators at Rome, and you and I if we wished, to live at leisure. And it is the continuing need for their labour that means our legions must continue to conquer so that the slave markets of the empire can be supplied with new merchandise. Through the great slave markets a million... a million and a half perhaps.... slaves flow each year. That supply must be maintained or the Empire will cease to function."
"And Marcus not only must we ensure that there is a constant supply of new slaves we must also make sure that the slaves we already have are kept down and disciplined. It is the duty of every Roman citizen to see that the slightest sign on rebellion or insubordination is ruthlessly suppressed. Slavery is based on fear and the slaves must be made to fear us. Remember that."
"Yes Father," Marcus said, who had pulled Pisclus onto his knees and had been amusing himself playing with the younger boys little prick and balls. Like all young people when their parents start pontificating he had very shortly ceased to pay attention.
"Do you think Father," he continued after a pause to make sure his father had stopped talking, "I could put a _c_o_c_k_ ring on Pisclus? I think it would look really nice."
He felt Pisclus shift uneasily on his lap and he bent and kissed the boy at the base of his neck at the same time squeezing one of the child's tiny balls between his finger and thumb. Pisclus gave a little moan and sat quite still.
"A _c_o_c_k_ ring," Corax snapped irritated and then laughed.
"Ah well on the evidence of your behaviour today you don't need any lessons in treating slaves harshly. Yes I can't see why not. A good idea. I expect Vacca will have one she can let us have. It'll have to be a small one though he's so small. We'll do it tomorrow we don't want to disturb her now."
"Will he scream do you think? Marcus asked eagerly. He loved Pisclus in his way but it was a cruel way.
"Sure to. Now dump that boy on the floor for the time being and come over here and watch."
"Get a good lump of grease on the tip of your fingers work it along the cleft of his bum all round his hole. Look his hole's open at the moment but as soon as you touch it it closes. The boy can't help that the anus is a very delicate part of his body. Get some more grease on your finger and this time push firmly but gently....See it's opened to let you in. Now work it well in."
"You'll find it more difficult with Pisclus because this will be his first time while Ceres here has had a few men up his bum. My finger will slip in easily. Look first knuckle....second knuckle.. right in ...... and a second finger.... and a third I expect ...Yes."
"All right," Corax continued withdrawing his fingers, "now you try."
"Push firmly..there you are he's letting you in... there's a ring of muscle get past that.....feel how hot he is and how he's closing tight about your finger... He likes it doesn't he?...You can feel that can't you?.....Drawing you in....sort of riding your finger....Oh well despite his _c_o_c_k_ ring too....still at his age he'll be desperate for a bit of _c_o_c_k_ again within a minute or two. Down you get boy you're ready now"
"Your fingers dirty? Well it would be wouldn't it considering where it's been. Give it to the boy to lick clean. It's his filth."
"Now kneel down boy and grease my _c_o_c_k_ for me. That's right the more thoroughly you do it the easier things will be for you."
"Done?"
"Now Marcus it's your turn let's see you prepare your boy."
This proved to be a far from easy task. Pisclus despite being desperate to please Marcus was so frightened by the time that he had been made to strip and stretch himself over his master's knees that he was frozen in panic. No amount of stroking or teasing or probing would relax him. For all Marcus's coaxing and threatening he remained lying face down across his knees, his body rigid, his bottom clenched tight shut.
It was Corax that solved the problem by suggesting that they laid Pisclus on his back on the floor. He then had Marcus take the boy by his ankles and push his legs back over his head until his knees were touching the floor on either side of his head forcing his bottom open. Marcus noticed that the boy's eyes had rolled back in his head leaving only the whites visible. Ceres was ordered to hold Pisclus's ankles in pace while Marcus applied the grease.
Resistance intentional or otherwise was now all but impossible. The only obstacle was the tightness of Pisclus's previously unplumbed body. Marcus's finger parted the lips of the boy's anus and probed his bum the sphincter held for a moment but for a moment only. Marcus withdrew his finger and took aim. The well greased tip entered the boy's body easily enough but then there was a moment when it seemed that full entry was still going to be denied. Marcus would have none of it. He thrust forward with all his strength and weight hammering his _c_o_c_k_ into the boy. The pain jerked Pisclus out of his trance. He screamed shrilly. Marcus grasped the boy by his waist and as he thrust forward hauled the boy back against his probing tool. Slowly his member penetrated deeper into the lad. Pisclus' screams mingled with Marcus pants and grunts of effort as he exerted all his strength. At last there was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as, his prick finally sheathed to the hilt in the boy, his heaving pelvis came into contact with Pisclus ravaged bum. The boy's screaming fell away to a soft moaning. From where he knelt labouring between the child's legs Marcus could see his face was wet with tears. Then despite all the pain Pisclus's body began to respond to Marcus's thrusting. Marcus felt his blood surge and he came deep in the other boy's guts. He lent forward and kissed Pisclus on the lips tasting the younger boys tears.
Corax patted Marcus on his upraised bottom.
"Well done," he said, "now I am going to do the same to Ceres."
Turning he urged the naked black boy from the room with a series of heavy slaps on his bare bum.
Pisclus opened his mouth to accept Marcus's kiss and wound his arms tight round his masters shoulders.
"He believes," Marcus thought, "that I've finished with him for the night." He decided that he would disabuse the boy of this delusion.
He ran his hand up Pisclus's ribcage until he found a hard little nipple. He took it between his finger and thumb. Very deliberately he squeezed and twisted. Pisclus, his mouth filled by the older boy's tongue, sounded a small note of protest deep in his throat that Marcus felt rather than heard.