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. It has in my opinion some extremely unpleasant incidents in it. You have been warned. Comments and suggestions are welcome and should be sent to zelamir@hotmail. com. I will reply to all messages excpet those that complain that this story describes young boys being abused. That is what this story is about. Eralier instalments can be found in the author's personal archive.
Marcus woke to find he had an erection. This had become his usual condition on waking. Indeed over the past few days he had been experiencing erections more and more often. To such an extent that it seemed to him almost as if his _c_o_c_k_ had developed a will of it's own. It would start to attention for no particular reason that he could establish and at the oddest and occasionally most embarrassing times.
Half awake he reached out to pull Pisclus to him. He felt a momentary stab of anger when his hand failed to make contact with the boy's naked body. Then the events of the past night came flooding back to him.
He sat up on his couch and looked around. The little blond boy had crawled into a corner of the room. Probably, he thought grimly, trying to get as far away from me as he could. Exhaustion had overcome terror and the child, curled into a ball on the bare floor boards, slept.
Marcus swung his legs to the floor and padded over to where the boy lay. He prodded the sleeping child sharply in the ribs with his bare foot. The boy looked up at Marcus standing over him his _c_o_c_k_ erect and swollen. Fear flared in his eyes. He began to whimper.
Marcus bent over twisting his left hand in the boys hair and forcing his head back. He stared down into his face enjoying his terror. He was a pretty little fellow even with a black eye and a heavy bruise on one side of his face distorting the otherwise attractive pout of his lips. Marcus thought that perhaps he had been a little rough the previous night but then he told himself the boy's fair skin bruised very easily.
"Sir. Please Sir," the boy whined almost incoherent with fear.
Impatiently Marcus hauled the sobbing child to his feet by his hair and with a savage jerk sent him stumbling across the room towards the couch.
The boy knocked into the couch lost his balance and finished up, as Marcus had intended sprawled across it his feet on the floor his arse stuck up in the air.
Marcus strode over and landed a hard blow with the side of his hand along the cleft of the boy's bottom. The child's whimpering rose to a howl of misery and despair as Marcus's well aimed blow rekindled the soreness in his bottom.
"Get your bum up in the air tart," Marcus commanded roughly. "Come on, you know what to do from last night, legs apart and use your hands to open up your backside." He reinforced his commands with another chopping blow at the junction of the boy's legs.
Marcus saw that the boy's bottom was raw and soiled from the fun he had already had with him. In addition Ceres had scored a series of crimson ridges across the his bottom with the cane to which Marcus had added a good few bruises on his own account later.
Marcus felt nothing but contempt for the terrified little slave. Bent over the couch, pushing his bum up into the air and holding it open for his enjoyment to Marcus he had become simply a thing, an object to be exploited for his own amusement.
Marcus licked his thumb and jabbed it viciously into the boy who squealed like a stuck pig. He twisted his thumb inside the child and then jerked it out. There was a sharp plop as he drew it free from the boy's arse.
He spat on the palm of his hand and spread saliva over his prick. Kneeling behind the boy he saw the lad's body tense as he awaited the inevitable assault. The boy's fingers held the lips of his anus open to receive Marcus's _c_o_c_k_. He shivered as Marcus inserted the tip of his prick. Marcus paused and then thrust forward. The boy screamed shrilly. Marcus drew back and then thrust forward again, hammering his shaft into the boy. He felt the boy's heat close around him and the child's hips and body began to move as though he was experiencing an orgasm. Marcus slipped his hand around the boy's body and took his tiny _c_o_c_k_ in his hand. It was moving convulsively but there was no flood of warm dampness. He felt his own blood surge and he came deep inside the boy.
He was aware vaguely of his father shouting.
He pulled back from the boy and called out over the lad's howls
"Sorry Father what did you say?"
"I said shut that little runt up. I'm trying to get some sleep."
"Oh all right Father. Sorry."
Marcus was finished with the boy anyway. He caught hold of him by one arm just above the elbow. He dragged him to the door and putting one foot against the brat's bare rump sent him tumbling down the stair case. He crossed to the window. The boy finished in the yard on his hands and knees. He stayed there for a minute or two and then got painfully to his feet. Supporting himself against the wall he made his way unsteadily to the kitchen door.
Marcus returned to his couch. He felt the boy's bruises would have a good effect on the other slaves increasing the respect in which they held their betters. It did not occur to him to doubt that he fell within that latter category.
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Marcus sat opposite his father idly dabbing a hunk of wheaten bread in the rich cream sauce that had accompanied the red mullet that had been served him for breakfast. There was quite a lot of the mullet left and he pulled a piece of it's flesh from the bone and placed it in his mouth. It was really very good.
He was aware of Bestia watching him. No doubt he expected to supplement his own very meagre rations with scraps from his master's table. Marcus found the boy's hungry gaze increased his own enjoyment of the food. Not that, he thought eyeing the lad, he looked too bad. A good deal better than he had expected really. He looked quite well fed and there were very few marks on him that showed. Corax had roughed the lad up a bit when they had returned to the rooms the previous night but his tunic, brief though it was hid the bruises on his ribcage where most of the punches had been aimed.
Marcus felt Bestia had got off very lightly. Much more lightly then he deserved. He resolved to eat as much of his breakfast as he could so as to deny the half starved brat his scraps.
Then he caught sight of the handle of his chamber pot showing beneath the couch. An idea occurred to him and he smiled. He pushed his chair back and half turned away from the table.
"Bring me the pot boy," he commanded.
Obediently Bestia hurried over to Marcus and dropping to his knees offered pot to him. It was clear from the amber fluid lapping about inside it that it had already been used. Very deliberately Marcus picked up his half empty plate and scraped it's contents into the pot. He gathered up all the crusts that lay about his place on the table and dropped them one by one into the mess of food and urine. Then he stood up and directed a stream of pee into the pot. He shook the final drips of moisture from the end of his prick and wiped his hands on Bestia's hair. He sat back on his chair and putting a hand under the boy's chin tipped his head back. He looked down into the lad's horrified face and laughed.
"What an excellent idea," Corax chuckled. "Bring that thing here boy."
Laughing heartily he tipped the remains of his breakfast into the pot. Bestia unable to hide his disappointment began to cry. Corax and Marcus found the boy's distress highly amusing.
"Do you think the tyke is hungry father?" Marcus asked through his laughter.
"I should hope so," Corax laughed back. A well fed slave is a spoilt slave."
"Well do you think I should give him something extra to eat? I've got something for him here."
Marcus lifted his tunic to reveal his _c_o_c_k_ that had once again jumped to attention, perhaps aroused by the sight of Bestia's misery.
"An excellent idea," Corax chortled. "Get over there you idle lump of dog's turd and don't spill any down your chin. I detest waste."
Corax continued to chuckle enjoying his son's and his own wit while Bestia knelt between Marcus's legs using tongue and lips to pleasure his tormentor.
After Bestia's task had been completed and his chin examined to see that he had not allowed a single drop of semen to escape from his mouth Marcus turned again to his father.
"I wonder if it would be all right for me to go across and see how that little tart of mine is?" He asked.
"Certainly my boy," Corax rejoined. "I'll come over with you. You'll probably need a bit of support dealing with that Vacca woman. She may even claim you were over rough with that blond tyke she lent you. She's too soft with her boys, always has been."
As they were leaving the room Corax realised that Bestia was following them.
"Where do you think you're going boy?" he asked. "You stay here and get the place cleaned."
"What was he doing father?" Marcus asked from behind him.
"Trying to slide over after us to see how his little whore friend is no doubt."
"He can't really think he will be allowed off work just to see how another useless little runt is," Marcus exclaimed and laughed at the idea.
"He was just trying it on. He won't again for a bit."
Corax stepped up to Bestia and punched him hard on the side of the head. The boy staggered and fell to the floor. Corax spun on his heel and walked from the room without a glance behind him.
After a minute or two Bestia pulled himself to his feet and after knuckling the tears from his eyes busied himself getting the room into order. He did not want another beating when Corax returned.
They found Pisclus lying on his belly on Vacca's bed. The women had drawn the bedclothes back in order to tend his torn body. Now she was standing by a chest putting various jars away in her medicine cabinet. Ceres knelt to one side of the bed, his only clothing a scanty slip of white cloth between his legs, feeding Pisclus spoonfuls of porridge from a small earthenware bowl.
Vacca turned to face them as they entered the room.
"Well," she said, "come to see how your property is this morning? Not too bad really. No infection although he's still very sore."
"Now then boy open your legs and let your Master see what a good little boy you are and how quick your bottom is healing. Come on now quickly. He's taken the trouble to come over here don't you keep him waiting." She reinforced her order by slapping Pisclus lightly on his bare bum.
"There you are you see," she gently parted the boy's buttocks, "coming along nicely."
Marcus lent forward. He could see the cat gut stitches holding together the edges of the torn flesh on either side of the child's hole. It was clear that Vacca had cleaned the area carefully, the white skin and the pink lipped anus were spotless However the edge of the wounds and the skin where it had been stitched was an angry red. Marcus reached out and gently touched the wound. Pisclus caught his breath and moved slightly.
"You can see it is still a bit painful," Vacca remarked as she straightened herself. Pisclus felt her hands move from his bottom but remained lying with his legs parted quietly eating the porridge that Ceres spooned into his mouth.
"Which do you think has the prettier bottom Marcus," she continued lightly, "your little lad here or the child I lent you last night."
"Oh Pisclus," Marcus said quickly and then fearful he might have caused offence added. "Your boy had a nice bum but it was softer than Pisclus's and when you smacked it was almost like smacking a jelly the way it quivered. Pisclus's is much firmer. Look." He gave Pisclus's rump a sharp slap with his hand to illustrate this point. It was true, the firm flesh only moved slightly under the impact of his palm. Pisclus took the blow and said nothing. Although he was the subject of conversation he knew he could have no part in it. He just lay there naked, face down, legs apart quietly eating his porridge, listening to his superiors discussing his bum. If he felt a little embarrassed he was also very pleased that his master found it so attractive.
"And your boy's bottom was rounder. Pisclus's has two little indents on each side.".
Corax laughed. "Your boy was so young," he said to Vacca, "he still had a bit of puppy fat on him. His bottom lacked the dimples of young Pisclus's. I expect he'll get them in time. Slave boys don't keep their puppy fat for long, work and hunger will thin him down fast enough."
"I was going to ask you about that blond boy of mine," Vacca said. "The tax collectors arrive here tonight and I should lay some sort of entertainment on for them. I thought maybe Ceres _f_u_c_k_ing the blond would be one turn. A dish sort of made of dark chocolate and peaches and cream and then they could take their pick of the two boys afterwards. But to give a good show Ceres needs to be a bit bigger than Marcus and I just don't know if that is so."
"I'll tell you in a minute," Corax replied. He walked over to where Ceres was kneeling and bending over slipped his hand inside the boy's loin cloth. Ceres continued in his task of feeding Pisclus. Corax felt round for a moment and then stood upright.
"That black boy of yours is quite a bit bigger. He must spend a lot of his time _f_u_c_k_ing and not working. I'd consider having him gelded if I was you."
"I'm going to try to breed from him. I've had him lie with a couple of the maids but he hasn't taken yet. I thought there aren't many black slaves round here and if I could breed a few off him I could make some money out of it. Any way that's my plan."
"When I said the tax collectors are coming," Vacca said after a pause for reflection and looking hard at Corax, "one of then is Falco and he's left his beloved Ellena behind this time so he needs some special entertainment."
"Falco," said Corax sharply, "I don't know about entertainmant, that's your problem, but I do know he's no ordinary tax collector. He's usually only used by the government for secret or very confidential work."
"And that maybe I suspect your problem," Vacca said quietly. "I just thought you might like to be warned."
"Now that's about all the porridge gone. Take yourself and that bowl down to the kitchen Ceres and don't let me find you idling around when I come down there or it will be the worse for you."
"I am afraid I've got something special for young Pisclus now."
Vacca took a large earthenware from her medicine cabinet. Picking up a spoon she sat down on the side of the bed by Pisclus's head. She pulled the cork from the jar releasing the rank stench of rotting fish.
"What's that?" Marcus gasped stepping back.
"Fish oil," Vacca replied as she poured some into the spoon.
"Now my little baby," she cooed to Pisclus, "be a good boy now and take this from your Auntie." She pressed the spoon to Pisclus's lips.
The boy hesitated.
"You want to get better for your Master don't you little one." Pisclus nodded. "Well then come along. Show your Master how much you love him and swallow it down now."
Pisclus opened his mouth the women slipped the spoon between his lips. The boy swallowed and almost gagged. He looked up at Marcus through tear filled eyes and smiled weakly.
"And another one for your Master," Vacca said refilling the spoon with the noxious fluid.
"Whatever is it for?" Marcus asked.
"Well we don't want to put too much pressure down there do we till it's healed both with things going in or coming out. Down it goes there's a good boy."
"Now I've got to go and get on with my other work. Oh by the way Corax. Pisclus here was telling me how you were planning to send him back to the country just to avoid the capitation levy."
"Any way I've put an end to that little plan of yours. I've included both Pisclus and Bestia on my return of boys to be taxed and paid their tax for you. I'll include it in your account when you leave. The tax collectors arrive tonight and they'll brand your two boys along with the rest tomorrow."
"I'm surprised at you. You can see how your boy fancies the lad and you were prepared to split them up just to save a quarter denarius . It's not like you. You have your faults and many of them but meanness didn't used to be one of them."
Vacca picked up her medicine cabinet and left the room.
Corax stood looking after her a moment his jaw moving. Then he took a deep breath
"Tell me Marcus which was the better _f_u_c_k_ the blond or Pisclus?" Corax spoke with forced calmness.
"Pisclus again Father. The other boy was good but nowhere near as good as Pisclus.....With Pisclus once you've got your _c_o_c_k_ into him...well....it's like...it's like when I'm riding Pegasus and I get him up to a canter and then into a full gallop.... I feel that's what he's for..every bit of him ...every muscle every nerve his whole body just for that purpose. .While with the other boy ...well ..... it was all right...It was good but it was like the difference between riding Pegasus and any ordinary pony...doing his best but..."
Pisclus moaned loudly. He clapped both hands to the cleft of his bottom. His eyes widened in distress.
"It's that fish oil working," Corax said with a laugh. "It must be potent stuff."
"I'm sure there'll be something some where...Yes here," he said pulling a chamber pot from under the bed. "Get down on that quick."
He took Pisclus by the arm and half dragged him from the bed. The boy squatted thankfully on the pot while Corax and his son looked down at him. The boy looked up at them and smiled. He seemed well schooled, without modesty or pride.
"Father," Marcus said after glancing round to make sure no one else was in the room, "why can't we keep him as a slave? We could tell his parents that he died during the journey. Boys do and they couldn't make a fuss because that would mean letting the Imperial authorities know they ignored the banishment order and he's a really good _f_u_c_k_ and you can see he's a true little slave brat. Can't I keep him?"
"His parents mightn't make a fuss but he could."
"If he did Father he'd get them in trouble. Anyway whose going to bother to listen to what a slave boy says." ."
"I have business to which I must attend," Corax replied thoughtfully. "You will also need a slave to clean that boy of yours up. Come with me to the yard and we will discuss this matter further on the way."