6. Germanicus' narrative
Octavian, concerned about my continued ill health and the possibility of conspiracies against me, had me moved discretely from Rome to Capri by land. Everyone thought I was in the Palace overlooking the Forum while, in reality, I was already on Capri well before Gaius Cetellus was brought before Caesar for judgement. Such was the secrecy surrounding my movements that even Zoticus and Antonious gave little cries of surprise when I emerged from my hiding place and lent the poor Cetellus the benefit of my mouth as he writhed in agony. I almost expected that Octavian would be angered by my actions, but instead he just smiled upon me. Octavian knew that I preferred the company of boys even though I had been chaste until Antonious had assaulted me.
That evening of Cetellus' first beating, I went to his room to comfort him. The guard could not refuse me entry and I found the beautiful one curled up as if a baby, sobbing at the pain in his buttocks and on his back. I had taken some liniment to ease his pain, for I knew that Octavian had not finished with him. Correctly, I judged that Cetellus was to face a lot more pain before this matter would be finished.
Having comforted Cetellus as best I could, I returned to the great hall in which Caesar had Zoticus and Antonious bound. This time there was no need for discretion and I greeted Octavian and a son should properly do and sat down to watch the entertainment.
Caesar walked to Antonious and grasped him roughly by his testicles. I enjoyed watching the great soldier squirm.
Turning to me, Octavian asked: "Is it true my dear son that Antonious was the one who took your virginity?"
"It is true, mighty Caesar." I replied formally.
"Was this your wish, or were you taken by force?" asked a clearly angry Caesar.
"By force and against my will, my lord" I replied.
Antonious let out a cry at my condemnation. Caesar let go of Antonious and ordered that he and Zoticus be released from their bonds but that Antonious be placed in chains and taken to a cell. Zoticus was allowed to kneel and kiss Caesar's feet in homage.
"You have paid for your crime, Zoticus, and all is forgive. I hope I shall not again have cause to punish you," declared Octavian.
"Thanks you great Caesar," said Zoticus and then quickly withdrew lest Octavian change his mind.
"Will Caesar not avenge the rape of his son?" I asked boldly as a means of asserting my own importance.
"Be patient, boy," said Octavian and assured me that justice would be done.
Caesar left me to my own devices that evening and, unable to sleep, I swept though the corridors of the palace like an eagle in search of prey.
Now Caesar always surrounded himself with the most pleasant looking soldiers, one of whom no doubt was sharing his bed as I began my search. There were many fine men from whom to choose, but this night I went in search of something special. I found him in the palace kitchens, eating a meal at the end of his watch. I knew him the instant I set eyes upon him.
He was no more than a year or two older than I, blond, and strongly built. He looked at me and nearly choked on the food he was eating as he recognised me. He sprang to his feet and saluted. I acknowledged him and bid that he join me in my chamber as soon as he finished his meal and had bathed.
I left the kitchens, knowing that it would be a little time before the soldier would be ready. I rushed down to Zoticus' chamber where, as I expected, I found him having his wounds covered in salve by one of the slave boys. As I entered, Zoticus moved to rise, but I bid that he remain as he was.
"Slave, tell me where I can find some rods and whips?" I inquired.
Knowing my purpose, Zoticus smiled, and indicated a chest which was set against one of the walls. I opened the chest and extracted the instruments I would need and then bid a hasty retreat to my quarters. As I entered, I informed the guards that they should expect one of their company to arrive shortly and that, having made sure he was unarmed, should admit him.
My slaves scurried about as I entered and instructed them as to which lamps I wished to have extinguished and which were to be left ablaze. I then dismissed them and reclined upon one of the couches and sipped a cup of wine.
Within a few moments, the huge doors to my quarters were opened and my soldier entered nervously.
"What is your name, boy?" I asked as he moved into the room and saluted me.
"Alexander, my lord" replied the soldier with a thick accent.
"You are from the north are you not Alexander?"
"Yes, my lord" he replied.
"Alexander," I declared, "Caesar had reason to punish you commander this very night which reflects poorly upon the entire company of guards. I have chosen you to bear the punishment for that disgrace. Do you understand my meaning?"
"You intend to punish me for the crimes of my commander, my lord" replied the young man.
"Precisely" said I as I rose and approached him. "Now you shall disrobe and I shall beat you as I think fit. You shall not cry out and shall disport yourself with the courage which I expect of our soldiers."
Without protest, Alexander began to strip off his uniform, revealing a solidly built frame and a backside which would be a sculptor's delight. Within moments, my soldier was naked as the day he was born.
Grabbing Alexander by the arm, I led him to the couch from which I had just arisen and instructed him to get upon it lengthwise. Knowing my intentions, he slowly positioned himself on all fours on the couch with his head on the surface and his posterior exposed to my view.
As I went to fetch the rod which I had taken from Zoticus' room, I informed the crouched figure that I proposed to beat him severely with the rod and that, should he cry out at all, I should propose to whip him as well.
Alexander said nothing but grasped the end of the couch firmly with both hands as he prepared for the pain to come.
The rod I had selected was quite flexible and whipped through the air with a most satisfactory 'swish'. It came to rest with a satisfactory 'crack' upon the naked flesh of the golden haired boy who twisted slightly as the pain registered in his brain.
I took my time, enjoying his attempts to hold his tongue and slowly applied the rod to every part of his backside. By the time the twentieth stroke landed, Alexander could contain himself no longer and let out a slight squeal of pain.
Feigning anger, I immediately stopped the beating.
"I told you to remain silent. Now you shall pay the price" I said firmly and raised the youth's hands and quickly bound them together. Taking a hook attached to a rope which was slung over the rafters, I inserted it between his hands and then pulled the other end of the rope, raising the arms. I kicked his legs apart so that they were stretched as far as possible and then pulled the rope until it was taut.
I stepped back and admired the view. I thought for a moment that the figure before me was Gaius Cetellus but of course it was not. I moved to the soldier and stroked his naked flesh and as I grabbed at his chest I could feel my stiffened organ rubbing against the sore backside. My soldier made a slight groaning sound as I played with his nipples from behind and. at this impertinence I took up the whip.
Punishment is never meant to be given in anger but this night I was very angry and I lashed the naked body thoroughly and severely. When he cried out from the pain, I stuffed a rag into his mouth to muffle the sounds and when my arm tired, I simply stepped up behind him and rammed by organ into his sweating hole. My excitement was such that I took almost no time to achieve my pleasure.
I left the soldier hanging there all night when I retired to my bed. In the morning, when I awoke, I had my way with the youth again before sending him on his way.
Knowing that this would be a special day, and one of much enjoyment for me, I quickly broke my fast and bathed. I then left my quarters to see and enjoy the spectacle that my instincts told me Octavian was planning.
Zoticus was walking with Octavian as I entered the small courtyard with its reflection pool and its linen canopy. I greet Octavian and remarked how pleasant it was to have a sea breeze to cool the morning air.
"Good morning Germanicus" replied Caesar. "Come join me for there are matters of State which require our attention."
Zoticus stepped away from Octavian's side to make room for me and he placed his arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the outer, larger courtyard.
"I understand you spent last night with one of the soldiers. The pretty Alexander if my spies inform me correctly?" asked Caesar.
"Yes, my lord," said I. "I hope you don't think it wrong that I should punish him for the disgrace brought upon the Guard by Antonious' behaviour?"
"Quite the contrary, my dear boy," he replied, "I think it is about time you showed that you are my heir and asserted your authority."
We walked the few paced to the entrance of the large courtyard and I gasped at the sight. For spread-eagled between posts set in the centre of the courtyard were the naked bodies of Antonious and Gaius Cetellus. The sight was beautiful - the tall and strong body of Antonious and the smaller, more gentle form of Gaius made a wonderful contrast stationed immobile before us.
Octavian led me to two seats which had been set some distance in front of the two captives and I could not resist staring at their bodies as we seated ourselves.
Octavian surveyed the two captives who returned his gaze.
From one side of the courtyard emerged a huge beast of a man, one of Zoticus' men. He carried the instruments with which to inflict pain upon the captives.
"Gaius Cetellus," said Octavian rather gently, "have you changed your story since last evenings unfortunate meeting?"
"Nay, great Caesar," said Gaius " for to do so would be to tell an untruth."
"Gaius, I am becoming impatient," declared Octavian. "I shall give you one more chance to confirm what I have been told about your curse and if you do not tell me the truth after your next beating, I shall have no choice but to put you to death."
Before Gaius could reply, the soldier, with a nod from Caesar, began lashing the boy from his shoulder to his ankles. A small whip was used for the purpose and caused immediate pain when applied to the already tender parts of Gaius' body. He struggled against his bonds and screamed in pain, but Caesar did not relent.
The beating ended when Gaius lost consciousness and Caesar ordered that he be taken back to his cell. As he was unstrapped and carried away, I could see his back was thoroughly striped from the lash.
I lent towards Octavian and quietly whispered in his ear that I thought Gaius had a most pretty arse and that I should like to have my way with him before he forfeited his life. Octavian laughed and nodded - a sign my swelling organ took as an indication of agreement.
I was contemplating that pleasure when Octavian directed his attention to the handsome Antonious.
"My dear and loyal Guard," said Caesar, "how unfortunate that last night's lesson left some unfinished business. I wish you restored to my side as quickly as possible, dear Antonious, but cannot overlook your theft of my son's virginity. I must punish you for that. I am sure you understand."
"Great Caesar," said Antonious firmly, "I did what Germanicus wanted and no more. I know it was foolish but I did try not to hurt the boy."
"Well, Germanicus," asked Caesar, "was he gentle with you and did you seek his favours?"
Mighty Caesar," I said as I stood and walked to Antonious and grabbed his drooping member, "no man, let alone a boy, could be speared upon this massive weapon and not be split asunder. And as for wanting his favours, you would think ill of me if I should want to give myself to a common soldier."
"Well said Germanicus," replied Caesar. "Antonious, your fit of lust must have dulled your senses and Germanicus is quite correct that being speared upon that organ of yours would cause anyone of tender years the most terrible pain. I have in mind a punishment which will restore your senses and provide you with the knowledge of the pain which my dear Germanicus suffered at your hands."
Zoticus moved forward carrying a piece of thin twine in which he made a noose. He took Antonious' _c_o_c_k_ from my hand (for I had forgotten to let go of that wonderful piece of flesh) and stroked it a number of times until he was able to secure the noose over and around its head. The tip of Antonious' member was tightly secured and the end of the piece of twine was offered to Caesar.
Antonious pleaded to Caesar not to deprive him of his _c_o_c_k_ as he shook if fear.
Octavian laughed. "Antonious, I said would restore your senses, but I do not want you to bleed to death. No, your offending organ shall receive the caress of the whip which should remind you to keep your wits about you."
Octavian pulled on the twine to lengthen Antonious' member as a small table was placed below it. The soldier who had beaten Gaius senseless then stepped forward and raised the small three-tailed whip and brought it slashing down onto Antonious' penis.
Antonious' shriek of pain must have been heard right across the bay it was so loud and the second and third blows brought forth equally piteous howls.
After three blows, Antonious' member had shrunk considerably, much to Octavian's annoyance.
"Zoticus, we seem to need Antonious stirred into life," declared Octavian. Perhaps you would oblige, for he has nine more lashes to come."
Bowing slightly, Zoticus, who was a master at such things, lubricated his two longest fingers with oil and thrust them into Antonious' arse. Clearly manipulating that hard knot of flesh within, from which ecstasy flows, Zoticus soon restored Antonious' organ to a more suitable length and then the flogging resumed. Caesar pulled the twine tight just before each blow landed and soon Antonious was striped from his bush groin to the very tip of his penis. Even I winced at the pain which was inflicted in this manner. Antonious cried out and writhed at each and every stroke.
After twelve lashes, Caesar released the twine and the small table was removed. Zoticus removed his fingers and left Antonious hanging as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Octavian reached over to me and pulled me closer to him. I smiled at Antonious as I nodded at Octavian's instructions.
"Antonious, see now my son whom you have ravished. He shall now see to it that you know the pain you caused him with your callous rutting."
I stood up and walked to Antonious and put my arms around his waist and then placed my hand upon his buttocks. Leaning against him, I pried his arse cheeks apart.
"Remember Antonious, when you spread my own cheeks and split me almost in two? I asked mockingly. Well now you will feel as I felt."
With that, I motioned for Zoticus to come to me and grabbed his massive shaft and placed the tip at Antonious' portal.
"Please god, no!" exclaimed Antonious as he felt the huge knob rest against his entrance, for although he could not see Zoticus he knew from the size of the weapon who was behind him.
I pulled Antonious towards me as far as I could but ensured that Zoticus moved forward as well.
"Hold firm, Zoticus," I instructed and, seeing him brace himself by grabbing a hold on Antonious' shoulder, I thrust Antonious backward onto Zoticus' shaft as hard as I could.
"Noooo!" screamed Antonious as he was impaled upon Zoticus and tears began to stream down his face.
Passing to the side, I could see that Zoticus had only perhaps half of his organ imbedded in Antonious for at least another hand's length remained exposed. Grabbing a whip from the soldier nearby, I proceeded to lash Zoticus' already tender backside, forcing him fully into Antonious. Zoticus laughed at Antonious' pain and the thrill of the plunder and began to withdraw his organ almost to its tip. As it was exposed, I lashed Zoticus again and once again Antonious howled in pain as the huge shaft was buried deep within him. I continued this procedure for quite a while as Zoticus tore Antonious' hole apart. As blood seeped down Antonious' legs and splattered on the floor, I increased the tempo of Zoticus' lashing, finally bringing him to his orgasm.
Octavian applauded the display and came to me and led me from the courtyard while Zoticus was still deeply buried in Antonious' bowels. As Caesar departed to attend to other matters, I sent one of my slaves in search of the beautiful soldier, Alexander, with instructions that he should attend me in my quarters immediately.