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.
8. Germanicus' sacrifice
I left and sought an audience with Octavian who was preparing for his dinner in the baths. I stripped off my tunic and entered the chamber in which he was sitting, engulfed by steam, and told him of the bond I had struck with Gaius Cetellus.
"I see," said Octavian as I finished my explanation of what I had done and sought his mercy towards Gaius. "Germanicus, you know that that boy's charms are intended to be my peace offering to Antonious and Zoticus for having vented my rage on them. It is more important to me that I secure their approval than I protect some pretty lad with whom you have become smitten!"
"Dear father," said I somewhat nervously, "I ask your indulgence just this once. Please, I beg of you."
As soon as I had uttered the words, I knew my mistake. Octavian flew into a rage at the sound of his own son begging for mercy on behalf of another and he slapped me across the face.
"You stupid boy," he bellowed, "have you learnt nothing of what it is to be a leader? I will not have a son of mine groveling for the sake of some pretty boy! You can have a choice. Either you will sit quietly with me tomorrow while Antonious and Zoticus unleash their lust on that boy or you can take Gaius' place with one of the two. That is your choice. What is it to be?"
Tears ran down my cheeks as I recoiled in hurt at the proposition from my father. I considered the options and decided to make it as difficult for Octavian as possible.
"Alright," I declared defiantly, "I shall accept the challenge in order that I might show my love to Gaius. I shall do so on condition that you have Gaius returned to Rome within one year of his departure from this place."
Octavian stared at me and an evil grin creased his lips as he contemplated the next step is out battle of wills.
"So be it, but your pretty boy will still have the pleasure of accommodating Zoticus and you will have to watch," he said viciously.
"No father," said I as I played my last card, "you gave me the choice. Since I have had the pleasure of Antonious, it is only fair that I now have the pleasure of Zoticus. I think Gaius will find it more than enough to accommodate Antonious. You gave me the choice, father and Zoticus is my choice.'
I was sure that Octavian would yield at my choice for it was obvious that Zoticus would do horrendous damage to me if he tried to have _s_e_x_ with me. For a moment Octavian just stared at he as he contemplated the challenge.
"Being Caesar means more than just being a leader Germanicus," he said quietly. "It means being triumphant as well and I will not have anyone, not even my son, challenge me and win. So be it. Tomorrow, while Antonious satisfies himself with Gaius' body, Zoticus shall indulge his pleasure with yours. And since you challenge me, when Craxus returns and Gaius is flogged, you shall share, stroke for stroke, his punishment. I shall teach you to challenge me!"
Octavian left the baths and returned to his quarters as I slumped in defeat. Why, I asked myself, did Octavian have to treat everything as if his very life depended upon it? How could any father treat his son in such a manner? I knew that I had committed the unforgivable crime of pleading Gaius' cause, but surely my wishes should count for something!
I finally left the baths totally and emotionally exhausted and declined to dine with Octavian and his guests that evening.
I arose and bathed the following morning and was unduly severe with my slaves when they informed me that Caesar had placed guards outside my quarters during the night. When I tested the guards' resolve, they blocked my way and required that I remain in my quarters until Caesar sent for me. Caesar's son was a prisoner in Caesar's palace!
The day passed slowly and I was eventually informed that Caesar would require my presence in mid afternoon and that I should prepared myself accordingly. I requested my slaves assist me in cleansing my body and preparing my body with oil and scents that they applied vigorously and then scraped off. By the time I was summoned to join Caesar, I was a well groomed as possible and looking every inch Caesar's heir.
I was escorted to Caesar's presence and saluted him. Gaius was already there.
"Welcome Germanicus," said Caesar sarcastically. "Have you reconsidered your position?"
"No Caesar," said I with a trembling voice. "I informed you of my decision and, like any true leader, I shall stand by it."
"Foolish whelp!" declared Octavian. "So be it."
Caesar looked at Gaius and then at me. Finally he turned to Antonious and Zoticus.
"I had proposed to grant you your wish and let you taste the pleasures of young Gaius there as part of his punishment," said Caesar. "But it seems that Germanicus wishes to protect his new-found love. Therefore, Antonious, you shall have your way with Gaius whilst you, Zoticus, may take your pleasure with Germanicus. This is my reward to you for your loyalty. Now take them away and do with them as you choose. Take them out of my sight."
Antonious spoke as if in shock. "Great Caesar," he said, "are you so displeased with your son that you should wish him treated in this way?"
"It was his choice," said Octavian, "and I shall not deny him his request. Now if you don't want the prizes I have offered, I shall find someone who does."
Puzzled by Octavian's obvious anger, but not wanting to give up the human prizes on offer, Antonious saluted and quickly led Gaius and me from the chamber.
We were pushed roughly through the corridors of the palace and across the main courtyard to the gymnasium which overlooked the sea.
"Well, well," said Antonious to me with a cruel edge to his voice. "Not only do we get to play with young Gaius, but we get his new-found lover as well. I must say that this is a special moment Germanicus. And even though I must leave you to Zoticus' gentle care, I shall enjoy watching as he takes you, especially given the pleasure you took in seeing he and I punished by Caesar."
Antonious then turned his attention to Gaius and forced him to remove his tunic while Zoticus pushed me to my knees and thrust his already rising organ towards my mouth. I hesitated but knew that resistance was useless and so set about lubricating the huge weapon.
I had seen Zoticus before but the sight of his member just inches from my eyes startled me and the rich musky scent of the man had the effect of overwhelming my senses. Struggle as I might, I could not get even a decent portion of the organ in my mouth. Its girth was almost too large for my mouth and it quickly caused my throat to protest at the attack. I gagged and moved back but Zoticus grabbed my hair and forced as much into my throat as possible. Finally, Zoticus realised that the operation would not succeed and relented.
Zoticus had not spoken to me throughout the operation, treating me like a slave who is not worthy of any consideration or conversation. As I recovered my breath and calmed my churning stomach, he pulled me effortlessly to my feet and slowly disrobed me. As he did so, I looked about and say Gaius on his knees preparing Antonious' organ for the assault which would surely come. Gaius was struggling to accommodate Antonious and he snorted through his nose as he choked on the large weapon.
"Sweet like a peach," said Zoticus, jolting me from my distraction as he ran his hands all over my now naked body. I trembled as he held me close to his body and ran his massive hands over my backside for his organ was thrust well between me legs and left me in no doubt as to its size. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust a finger into my hole in a manner which made it clear that Caesar's son was to be spared none of the pain he liked to inflict on his unwilling victims.
As Zoticus continued to probe, I heard, rather than saw, Antonious preparing Gaius for the assault. And when my vision was cleared of the massive expanse of Zoticus' black chest as he moved away, I sat Gaius tied firmly to one of the gymnasium's long benches with his backside clearly available. It was both a mesmerising and obscene sight, one which caused my own organ to rise despite my wishes that it not.
Zoticus came for me carrying two lengths of rope with which he secured my wrists. Looking malevolently into my eyes, he swung the ropes over the beam which passed across the room well above our head. One end he tied to an iron spike in one wall and the other he pulled until my feet were just touching the ground and secured it to the opposite wall. At first I thought Zoticus meant to whip or beat me but when he came up behind me the sound which greeted my ears was that of his oiling up his own rod and not the 'whir' of a whip. Suddenly it dawned upon me that Zoticus intended to insert his shaft whilst I was in this position so that my nether hole would be a tight as possible and I afforded no relief from the inevitable pain.
Zoticus grunted as he placed the huge knob at me portal and tried to enter. Through my almost closed eyes I could see Antonious move into position and commence to plunder Gaius' posterior.
Gaius let out a pitiful cry as Antonious entered while Antonious shouted encouragement to Zoticus.
Zoticus redoubled his effort to penetrate me but only succeeded in lifting my whole body off the floor. He withdrew and slapped me sharply across my buttocks and moved across the room.
I had expected Zoticus to let me down but, instead, he lowered my hands only to the height of my abdomen. He then returned with two additional ropes which he attached to my ankles and then fasten by throwing them over the furthermost ceiling beam and then attaching them to the walls. Within minutes, I was suspended in mid air as if lying on a bed which sagged in the middle. My legs and arms bore my entire weight and Zoticus' target was readily accessible to him.
I squirmed as Zoticus approached and lodged the knob of his weapon in position and he ginned evilly at me as he prepared for his second attempt at penetration.
In my position, it was virtually impossible to offer resistence to Zoticus' advancing member since the muscles in question had been rendered largely inoperative by my posture. Few men could possibly endure the pain which Zoticus could inflict by slowly pushing his organ against flesh which was never intended to accommodate anything of such breadth or length. To me the instant he gained the entrance he sought caused more pain than I had ever experienced. When I fell from my horse and broke my leg the pain which I endured was nothing compared to the pain which Zoticus thrust upon me. My scream shook even me as the wail of agony echoed around the room to the delight of Antonious and of Zoticus.
I cannot describe the feeling of the tearing of the flesh in one's posterior nor the pain which such an instrument can cause as it rearranges one's innards. As Zoticus managed to find room within me for the entire length, I momentarily lost consciousness. But I do remember the crimson veil, which covered my eyes as he withdrew, only to plunge back in, and the wail that again flew from my very soul. Zoticus had a firm grip on my hips and used it to great effect, driving in and out with a steadily increasing tempo as my hole tore further and further apart. The pain was so great that I could not express my anguish vocally. And throughout, Antonious shouted his encouragement as he tore at Gaius' fundament.
Antonious spent himself with great voice deep within Gaius' body and I hoped that Zoticus might quickly do the same. But Zoticus clearly required greater incitement than Antonious and for an eternity he rutted in and out of my rear. When he finally did swell up and plant his seed, I could feel it bursting upon some hidden wall deep within me. He then stayed inside me for quite some time, savouring the pleasure of having taken me and then he withdrew, none too gently, and set about cleaning himself.
I hung in my bonds with my blood and Zoticus' seed dripping from my body as Antonious and Zoticus took their leave.
Weeping and shaky on his legs, Gaius went to the wall and undid the ropes which held me suspended and, as gently as he could, lowered me to the floor. He came to me and held me as the waves of pain washed over my body. We took comfort in each other's degradation and pain and in our mutual love as we lay in each other's arms as darkness fell upon us.