Warning: This story is a work of fiction. It contains graphic descriptions of punishments, non consensual homo_s_e_x_ual activity (including _s_e_x_ with characters who would be regarded as minors should this material contain any matters of fact) and other matters which are unsuitable for minors and the squeamish. DO NOT READ if such material is considered offensive or unpalatable or if it is illegal to do so in your jurisdiction and USE THE "BACK" BUTTON ON YOUR COMPUTER NOW. The original story was typed in 1984.
6. Octavian implements his plan
Octavian:
As I leave the courtyard there are weighty matters which require my attention, so I leave Germanicus to his own devices - the soldier named Alexander no doubt. My spies have told me how Germanicus treated the young man and how often the plundered the soldier's posterior. Germanicus takes after me of course and seems equally as well equipped as I for such tasks. He also shows a mean streak in his nature - a major requirement for my heir.
I send for Gaius Cetellus who should have had his tender backside cleaned up by now and listen to the messengers who report upon the state of affairs in Rome and throughout the Empire. They inform me that Cetellus' father is but two day's journey from our island sanctuary which means that I shall have to break the boy more quickly than I had planned. I need him to be suitably battered and bruised by the time his father, the Senator, arrives if I am to achieve my objectives.
There is new of more trouble from the East of my Empire where religious zealots have been causing problems but that can wait. Agrippa and the others can handle the rebellious Zionists, I am certain.
I order my slaves to prepare my meal and they set about their task as Cetellus is brought into the hall. I am surprised that the boy is still naked, but as he is brought towards me I can see that the small whip has left his body slightly swollen but there is no sign of blood. I have the guards tie Gaius between the two central pillars by his hands and feet and then order that they leave us alone.
My slaves scamper in with my food and some wine and then depart.
Gaius is looking at me defiantly. I suspect he is trying to convince me that he can manage the pain which flows through his body. He winces just slightly as I stretch out my hand to touch his chest but he lets no sound escape his lips. I run my hand over his hairless body and caress his genitals which respond, despite his willing them to do otherwise. His arse is indeed pretty is somewhat swollen from the attention given it by rod and whip but that will soon subside. The two globes are like melons but they quiver seductively as my hand spanks them. If I had not promised the boy to Germanicus, I might easily speared him with my own erect organ which is telling me that it would find great satisfaction between Cetellus' cheeks.
I take my seat in front of the lad and admire the sight.
"Gaius, my dear," I say gently, "I do not want to put you to the torture, but I must have you confess to your crimes. What am I to do with you?"
"Caesar," he says meekly, " I swear that I have been telling you the truth. I never uttered a word against your life. Please, believe me. This is the truth."
"Gaius," I reply, "perhaps your memory is defective but my spies are seldom wrong and they have reported you actions in quite some detail. Surely you realise that I have to accept their reports."
Gaius hangs his head perhaps acknowledging the hopeless situation and, for a moment, it occurs to me that he might be telling the truth as he believes it. I look at him intently as see that, although he has been dealt with firmly, the redness on his body is already subsiding and therefore he cannot think himself as being hardly done by in the circumstances. Knowing that I must have his confession in order to achieve my own ends, I decide the time has come to push the boy to his limits.
"Gaius," I declare, "I am going to give you until tonight to rest. Then I am going to have you prepared as I would a slave for I am proposing to allow Germanicus and you to entertain us this evening. Like all your peers and half of Rome, Germanicus lusts after your body and I propose to let me be the first to use it."
Cetellus groans at this news.
"If that experience is insufficient to get you to confess," I continue, "I shall then allow Antonious, who should have recovered from his own punishment by then, and then the soldiers to take their turns with you. I shall do so in order of size, so that each new penetration will add to your pain. And if you still not confess, I shall hand you to Zoticus, whose massive organ shall surely make you talk. But should you resist even that, I shall then allow Zoticus to apply the instruments of torture without restraint and no man has ever failed to confess when Zoticus plies his trade.
"Think on this my boy as you rest and prepare for the night's ordeal. Remember, the sooner you confess to your crimes, the less pain and suffering you shall endure."
I went to the door and, as expected, found Zoticus waiting. I bid him enter and stood him in front of Cetellus and had Zoticus remove his tunic. Cetellus had seen Zoticus in this state before but cannot take his eyes of the massive instrument which might soon be ravaging him. To make the point even more clear, I stroke Zoticus to a full erection as I tell him that he might yet have the boy before him. Zoticus moans with pleasure at the thought while Cetellus is clearly shaken by the prospect.
With Cetellus' mind clearly racing, I tell Zoticus to untie the lad and to return him to his room but not to hurt the lad.
Zoticus runs his hands over the boy's buttocks and then unties the lad and leads him from my presence.
I follow then discretely and enter the room beside that in which Cetellus is confined. Through the secret spy hole, I can see Zoticus as he pushes the lad into the room and then obscenely strokes his organ again. Cetellus cannot take his eyes from it still but cringes on the bed as if in fear that his violation might come sooner than he expects. Zoticus laughs and promptly leave.
I watch when suddenly Cetellus bursts into tears and curls up in a fetal position on his bed, sobbing. I watch for a few moments and see his hand reach behind him and touches his rear. His sobbing increases and I leave knowing that he most certainly is as scared as I want him to be. There are some hours before I shall send the slaves to prepare him and by that time he should be well and truly terrified.
I seek out Antonious and find him with slaves attending to his wounds. Muck still seeps from his arse as the slaves put unguents on his body. One slave is gently rubbing his beaten organ with a salve to take away the pain. I enter and order the slaves to leave and Antonious to remain where he is.
"Antonious," I say as I sit beside him and start massaging his sore flesh, "you know you had to be punished, so do not think ill of me."
"Caesar, I know I did harm to Germanicus and I have apologised for it," he says. "I shall never do such a thing again. Please restore me to your service. Please do not cast me out."
"My dear Antonious" I say soothingly, "I need you by my side. I punished you for your crimes and they are now forgotten. Now roll over."
Antonious rolls onto his back and I begin to massage the whipped member which, surprisingly, spring to attention. He winces at first but the salve starts to take effect and soon he is clearly enjoying my stroking. I stop and tell him of my plans for the evening and before I leave my pretty soldier I have promised him that he shall be no later than third in line for Cetellus' backside.
As I leave, Antonious' slaves return and I instruct them to have him in good condition for the evening.
Germanicus:
I was in full flight in my conquest of Alexander when the doors swung open and Octavian entered. He laughed at me as I quickly withdrew from Alexander's warmth and stood at attention and saluted. I guess I was a funny sight, erect in every respect.
Octavian admired Alexander, as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. From where I was, the sight was quite delectable - those firm rounded buttocks prominently raised and the furrow between them moist with the oil I had applied to ease my entry. Alexander could not rise in Caesar's presence for I had bound him hand and foot to the four legs of the couch and Octavian wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation.
He raised his tunic to display a massive erection, somewhat bigger than my own and thrust himself in one action deep within Alexander's bowels. Alexander let out a cry at the sudden intrusion but then settled down as Octavian went about his rutting. I don't know where Octavian had been that caused him to be so excited, but he spent himself with surprising speed and then slapped Alexander's rump sharply and left.
I resumed my more gentle lovemaking with the soldier whom I intended to take as my permanent lover and we spent a considerable time completing the deed.
I then rested until it was time to join Caesar for dinner in the banquet hall where Antonious and Zoticus were in attendance. As we dined, Octavian advised that he had instructed the guards to have the slaves prepare Gaius and that he intended to keep his promise and allow me the pleasure of taking Gaius' virginity. He also indicated that Antonious and Zoticus might well have an opportunity to enjoy the boy's flesh should he prove uncooperative.
Excited by the prospect, I spent most of the meal not listening to Caesar but rather thinking about the preparations which Gaius was undoubtedly undergoing. I imagined the sight of the lad being spread out and the mixture of oil and water forced into his backside and the agony which he would be enduring as he tried to keep the mixture from leaking until the slaves allowed him to expel it. I thought also of the pleasure the slaves would receive from bathing the boy and oiling his skin and then scraping the flesh so that it would shine and be suppler to my touch. Finally, they would be scraping any traces of hair from his furrow and from around his testicles since, knowing Caesar's intentions, they would know that such hair was unwelcome.
As we finished our meal, I wondered where Caesar had had Gaius placed as he contemplated his fate and the fear which the waiting must be instilling in the boy.
Caesar rose from his couch to indicate that the meal was completed and that we should now attend to other matters. He led us into an adjoining chamber where Gaius Cetellus stood, held loosely by two guards.
"Gaius, my boy" said Caesar as we entered, "I told you what you should expect this night, so let us begin."
Octavian directed me to prepare Gaius for his ordeal and I slowly stripped the boy of his few garments. Gaius looked at me pleading for mercy but there was naught I could do. Indeed, had I been totally in command, I should not have taken any mercy on the lad whatsoever in any event.
Once he was naked, I gently stroked Gaius' body and had one of the slaves use his mouth to arouse Gaius' sleeping member. I signaled to Zoticus to attend to me and he quickly disrobed me and used his mouth to prepare me for action.
Gaius' virginity was something of a prize and I wanted to ensure that he had the full benefit of the experience of losing it. I therefore directed that he be placed over the end of a high couch and that his legs be spread as widely as possible. With his head on the seat and his legs spread, the target of my attentions was readily apparent.
I leaned over Gaius and whispered in his ear that I would warm him up a little since he was shaking. Of course his actions were caused by fear rather than cold, but it mattered not.
I went to Zoticus and asked him to fetch a rod with which I might warm Cetellus' backside and as he scurried away to fetch the implement I indulged myself by rubbing my body over Gaius' and exploring his semi-erect penis with my hands.
When Zoticus returned with the rod, I measured my distance and applied it some twenty times to Gaius' backside which quickly turned a pretty shade of crimson. I ignored his wailing and crying but allowed him to rest afterwards and to control his sobbing. As he rested, I had Zoticus tie a length of twine around my privates so that the blood would be trapped there and intensify my hardness and then I moved in front of Gaius. Raising his head by the hair, I informed him that the only lubrication he would receive was that he could supply and forced his mouth open and caused him to take me in his mouth.
Although my fellow students at the imperial School had often provided more expert service, I had to admit that Gaius did a reasonable job and soon I was ready for the assault. Moving to his rear, I placed my large organ against his portal and pressed but could not gain entry since he clearly was clenching himself shut. I therefore leaded over him and grabbed his shoulders with one hand and squeezed his testicles with the other. As he screamed in pain, I pushed forward with all my might and, in a single thrust, had buried the entire length of my not inconsiderable member deep within Gaius.
Each movement caused the young virgin to cry out and I took great pleasure in plundering his backside. I tried to hold off my climax for as long as possible but finally could control myself no longer and spent my load deep within Gaius' bowels. For some moments I rested within him and then slowly pulled out. Slight traces of blood mixed with the seed which dripped from Gaius' arse and I knew I had performed as Octavian had wanted.
Octavian then took my place and being much larger than I caused Gaius even greater pain and the lad whimpered all the more because of the renewed assault. Caesar took far longer than I to reach his climax but was far more brutal in his assault than even I could have imagined. When he had had his fill, Octavian withdrew and walked to Gaius' front and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up until he was facing his master.
Tears flowed freely down Gaius' face as Caesar asked him whether he would confess his crimes or whether he should call in a cohort to have their fill of Gaius' luscious backside.
Tearfully, Gaius pleaded with Octavian for mercy and when none was forthcoming agreed to confess.
Delighted, Caesar sent for a scribe and had Gaius confess to all manner of things as he sat glumly on the floor, the blood and seed oozing from his torn hole. When the confession was written down, Caesar had the boy removed to his room with instructions that he should be well cared for.
Antonious and Zoticus looked quite despondent that they had not had the opportunity to savour the delights of Gaius, but they clearly understood that they had been there to ensure that the required confession was obtained.
Cetellus:
Looking back on that night, I had no idea that I was just part of a game that Caesar was playing. Zoticus who made sure that I appreciated the monstrous size of his penis and the damage it could do me had escorted me to my room. I had cried at the hopelessness of my situation. My backside was still sore from the beatings which I had endured, and I was frightened as to what lay before me.
I knew that Germanicus and his circle of friends were well versed in the act of male to male _s_e_x_ and I had heard stories about the vicious manner in which Germanicus liked to plunge his sizeable member into waiting victims. That I was to be a victim chilled me to the bone.
As dusk fell, slaves came with instructions to prepare me for the evening. Firstly they disrobed me and then took me to a chamber where I was spread out on a rough bench. As had happened earlier during my imprisonment, water and oil was forced repeatedly into my bowels and my insides flushed clean. My body was then prepared with oil which was scraped off in much the same manner as is done at the baths. The only difference was that the hair between my nether cheeks and about my genitals was also removed. I endured this treatment without a murmur since there was no option but to be compliant.
I was not fed anything other than some fruit and then taken to a chamber where I was kept under guard to await Caesar's pleasure.
Caesar and Germanicus entered, together with Antonious and Zoticus and I recall trying to look far braver and defiant than I truly felt. Germanicus took over proceedings and, while I was stripped and secured over a couch, he sent for a rod with which to beat me.
To the casual observer the beating which followed might have seemed barely worth noting but from my perspective the further ill treatment of my buttocks awakened the pain quite quickly since my cheeks were still very tender from their earlier ill treatment.
I have never understood what it is that men and boys find enjoyable about having another penetrate their backsides and when Germanicus readied himself to enter mine, I did everything possible to stop him. But Germanicus knew how to force me to relax and when he grabbed and squeezed my testicles, I unwittingly gave him the opportunity he sought. With a single thrust he lodged his weapon right into my depths and I swore that he had split me in two. The pain inflicted by the rod was nothing compared to the pain inflicted by Germanicus' organ and it tore my hole and forced aside my innards.
Germanicus lost no time in commencing the rutting and pulled almost all of his massive member out of my hole before thrusting in back in and with each movement he tore my hole more and more. When he spent himself, another (Caesar perhaps) took his place but I could not see through my tears who it was. Bigger than Germanicus, the second assailant forced a wider entry and proceeded to force pain upon pain as he went about his pleasure.
When this second assault finished, I could feel blood and other matter dripping out of my ravaged hole and when Caesar came and asked me if I would confess, I had been well and truly broken. As the pain coursed through my body, I finally yielded to Caesar. Indeed, I would have confessed to anything at that moment rather than face the prospect of having soldiers or perhaps even Zoticus take their pleasure from my body.
Caesar dictated for me the confession which he needed and I simply placed my mark on the page to confirm that this was indeed my confession.
I was allowed to rest that night and spent it tossing and turning as I relived the agony of the assaults.
The following morning, Caesar had me formally presented to him for sentencing. Based upon my confession, I knew that death was the only possible outcome and so it was ordered. With my father's imminent arrival, I was however allowed time to say my farewell to him and so I pondered my fate until he arrived.