This story does contain scenes involving the _s_e_x_ual and physical abuse of young boys by adults. I f you do not like such stories do not read this.
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Bestia's misery was increased as the day wore on by the entertainment Corax and Marcus derived from playing on his fears. They discussed at length the picture to be tattooed, running their fingers down his _c_o_c_k_ and round his balls to show the route of the rose's stem. Pisclus did his best to comfort his companion giving him surreptitious hugs and little encouraging pats whenever they were out of sight of his persecutors. Despite this the teasing was cruel and remorseless and the boy suffered greatly, much to the amusement of his tormenters.
It was late evening and the ship had been underway for sometime when Bestia finally cracked under their constant taunting. It was a still evening. Lamps had been lit and the flames burnt steadily with hardly a breeze to flicker them. A full moon hung in a cloudless sky and seemed to light a silver road across the dark sea. The water lapped gently at the hull of the ship as it lay almost motionless in the water.
The peace and beauty of nature contrasted with the cruelty of the humans. The boy's had been serving their masters with their supper. This task had now been completed. Marcus had required Bestia, not for the first time that evening, to bend over and part his buttocks so that he could see where the rose blossom was to be tattooed.
"Do you think Father, he asked idly prodding the boy's hole with his unlubricated finger, "that Eumolpus will actually puncture the lips of his anus when he draws the rose?"
"I suppose if we ask him to he will." Corax sounded amused by the suggestion. "Certainly it would make the whole design more exciting if it was carried right up to the very edge of his hole."
Bestia howled in misery and dropped to his knees. Shuffling round he turned to face his master.
"Sir... Please Sir," he sobbed, "... must.. do I have to...Oh Sir... Please Sir..." He was incoherent with terror.
"What you useless lump of dog _s_h_i_t_, you think you can discuss with me what I will have done to you. I suppose you think just because I am going to have a pretty picture drawn on your bottom your exempt the lash." Corax's good humour had deserted him. His voice was cold with anger.
"No Sir... please Sir," the boy pleaded hopelessly.
"Well your bottom not the only part of your anatomy that's open to flogging. We will have a little test of discipline. Over to the deck house. Turn and face me. Put your hands up as high as you can above your head.
"Now one of you lift the little tyke up so he can get a grip of it's top."
A burly sailor stepped forward grinning and ceasing the sobbing boy under his arms lifted him up.
"Excellent," Corax said rising to his feet a thin cane grasped in his right hand. He stood for a moment grimly regarding the taught body of the naked child. "Now boy cunt you hold on like that till I tell you you may let go or I'll have you put back up there and I'll start to flog you all over again."
He lifted the rod over his head and brought it slashing down across Bestia's bare chest just below the nipples. The supple cane scored a thin crimson welt across the boy's golden skin and licking round the side of his ribcage split the tight skin drawing a single bead of red blood. Bestia screamed loudly. His heels drummed against the plank wall of the deck house.
Corax paused waiting for the boy to be still. Then he brought the cane cracking down again. This time the blow fell a mere quarter of an inch below the first one. Again the boy screamed. Again Corax waited till he was still. He meant to ensure that Bestia would feel the full agony of his punishment. Twice more he lashed the cane down across the boy's tightly drawn flesh working his way down the screaming child's chest. Then he paused and took careful aim.
"Hold tight pig _s_h_i_t_," he grated and laid the final cut of the beating diagonally across the boy's chest, cutting across the stripes already inflicted and the child's right nipple. Once more a shrill scream of agony split the still night air.
"You may let go now," Corax said almost gently.
Bestia landed on the deck and crumpled to his knees, his arms wrapped about his tortured chest. Corax bent down and catching hold of him by the neck dragged him into the deck house. Through the open door came the sounds of a boy being violently and thoroughly _f_u_c_k_ed.
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By next morning a light warm breeze was blowing from the East carrying the vessel steadily along the Northern coast of Spain. The peaks of the Spanish mountains were just visible from the ship's deck. A few clouds now drifted slowly across an otherwise blue sky.
Eumolpus had spread out his tools on the deck towards the waste of the ship. The crew, with the mild following wind only the one man was needed to steer the vessel, had gathered round him expectantly and were joking and talking among themselves. Every now and again they would glance with growing impatience towards the stern where Corax and his son were finishing a leisurely breakfast.
At last the meal was over. Corax snapped an order at Bestia who began to make his way unsteadily towards the waiting crowd. He as shivering and he appeared to be having difficulty in keeping control of his legs. A sharp word from Corax sent Pisclus scuttling after him. The younger boy took Bestia's hand and lead him forward. As they got nearer the assembled crowd he could see tears were streaming down the older boy's face. The lad's misery elicited an outburst of heartless jeering from the sailors.
"Well come on boy," Eumolpus snapped impatiently, "get down on the deck. I've been waiting long enough for you already."
Bestia crying softly obeyed. Eumolpus stripped off and knelt beside him. He began to stroke the boy's _c_o_c_k_.
The man glanced up at Corax who had strolled over to watch.
"The first thing I have to do is to mark out the design," he explained. I'll do the front and back of his body as to separate processes but before I can mark out the design I need to get his _c_o_c_k_ hard. But the little tart won't get an erection on."
He pushed his free hand under the boy's bottom feeling for his hole.
"No it's no good. He just won't come and he's clamped his bum shut."
"Panic I suppose," Corax remarked contemptuously. "Well no doubt we could force him but it would take time. Pisclus get down and suck the tart's prick. Come on boy you like _c_o_c_k_ I know."
Obediently Pisculus dropped to his knees and bending forward began to tongue first Bestia's tiny hairless balls and then his small limp prick. He was very conscious that his position, bent forward over the others boy's crutch, exposed and opened his own bum. The sailors made lewd comments on it and he felt a damp finger tip pressing into his hole. Bestia's _c_o_c_k_ began to harden and Eumolpus cuffed him sharply on the side of the head.
"That's enough," the man said pushing him to one side. "I want the boy hard not having an orgasm."
Kneeling beside Bestia Eumolpus began to chalk in green the outline of the roses stalk.
"Why have you stripped off?" Marcus asked.
"You'll see soon enough young Sir," the man replied. "There that is done now I can begin. Since I've got such an audience four of you men take an arm or a leg each."
He waited until four burly sailors had Bestia pinned in place. Then he picked up the wooden handled needle. With an evil smile he
held it up so that his victim could see it. The boy's sobbing rose to a shrill wailing scream. Eumolpus laughed loudly and jabbed the point of the needle into the lads erect prick. A flood of amber coloured fluid spilled out of Bestia as the boy peed himself.
"That is why," Eumolpus said loudly wiping the moisture from his body with his hands, "I stripped off young Sir."
He bent again to his task. In time Bestia's screams grew hoarse and his struggles became weaker. Pisclus crept round to his head and tried to comfort him in his agony cradling his head in his arms. Bestia's eyes cheeks were wet with tears his eyes stared unseeingly into the distance, a thin white froth had formed about his lips. Eumolpus glanced up and reaching out clouted Pisclus hard on the side of the head ordering him to clear off. Pisclus scuttled off but after a minute or two hunkered at the rear of the group of men, seeing Eumolpus fully absorbed in his task, crept back. This time nobody took any notice of the naked slave boy.
Eventually Eumolpus finished his work for the day. The men wandered off and Pisclus and Bestia were left alone. Bestia lay on the deck his head resting on Pisclus's bare thighs his body racked with sobs. After a time he crawled away to a corner of the deck where he huddled himself into a little ball of naked boy misery whimpering quietly.
In time the two boys were summoned to wait on their masters. Bestia's hands were trembling so much that he was soon ordered to take himself off.
"I'm not going to have a brat shaking like that sharing my bed," Corax remarked grumpily, "That leaves me without a bum to enjoy tonight."
"You could have me Father," Marcus offered.
"A truly loving son with a Roman sense of duty," Eumolpus, who had been invited to share their meal, remarked ingratiatingly.
After the meal was over father and son became engrossed in each other and Pisclus was able to slip away unnoticed. He found Bestia
sitting on the deck his knees drawn up to his chin his back resting against the gunwale. Pisclus settled down beside him.
"I got this for you," he said offering him a lump of wheaten bread and a bowl containing some fish stew that he had stolen from the dinner table.
"I don't want it thanks," Bestia replied sniffing. "there's more to be done to me tomorrow you know. He's going to take the stem round my balls and between my legs. It hurts. It hurts so much." He began to cry quietly.
Pisclus dipped the bread in the stew and after taking a bite of it himself held it up to Bestia's mouth. He didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say.
"And then there's the rose itself and that will be worst of all." Bestia turned his face away, refusing the food, "I don't know how I can stand it."
Pisclus put the bowl of food down and slipping his arm around his friends bare shoulders held him tight.
Bestia was again in no fit state to help serve the next morning. After Corax and Marcus had enjoyed a leisurely breakfast they sent Pisclus to fetch him. He found Bestia in a pitiable state, knees drawn up to his chin, his hands clasping his head, his thin shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Pisclus touched his hand and he lifted a tear stained face to the other boy.
"You must come now," Pisclus said gently. "it will be worse for you if you don't."
Bestia heaved himself wearily to his feet and meekly allowed himself to be lead forward by the younger boy. Eumolpus came on deck carrying his case of instruments. Bestia caught sight of him and checked.
"Come on please Bestia," Pisclus said pulling at his hand.
Bestia jerked away, darted to the side of the ship and scrambling over the rail, threw himself into the sea. Pisclus ran to the side. It was obviouse that Bestia could not swim. The boy's arms threshed desperately in the water and then his head disappeared beneath the
waves. All the time the ship drew inexorably away from the drowning boy.
"The little sod," Marcus exclaimed. "He did that on purpose. He's not going to be allowed to get away so easily."
He shed his tunic and climbing over the rail dived into the sea. With strong practised strokes he swam back to where Bestia had again surfaced thrashing in the water. He grabbed the boy. There was a brief struggle but it was soon over. Marcus was a year older than the other boy, better fed, and stronger. The ship hove to. A sailor who could swim joined Marcus in the water. Together they tied a rope round Bestia's shoulders and he was hauled aboard. A rope ladder was lowered and Marcus and the sailor clambered up it.
"Where is that little runt," Marcus demanded as soon as he was back on deck.
He strode across to where Bestia lay coughing sea water from his lungs.
"You filthy piece of dog's turd," he shouted kicking him as hard as he could with his bare feet. "I'll teach you to try to that on."
"Get the brat somewhere where I can flog the tyke," he ordered panting. He found kicking Bestia hurt his feet.
Two sailors grabbed the still choking boy and stretched him face down over a hatch cover. Another man passed Marcus a short length of rope. Marcus whirled it back over his shoulders.
"Not across his bottom, please young Sir," Eumolpus cried in distress. "I have work to do there and it will be difficult enough without having them bloodied."
Marcus looked at him and nodded. He slightly changed his position and brought the rope end thudding down across Bestia's shoulders leaving a broad crimson stripe across his bare flesh. The boy howled and his body jerked convulsively under the impact. Again and again Marcus arm rose and fell and the thick rope cracked down on the writhing boy as he screamed out his agony. Eventually Marcus tired. He threw the rope end down.
"He's yours now," he said to Eumolpus, "and make sure you hurt him."
"I will young Sir. I will," Eumolpus promised and he did.
Bestia was twisted onto his back and dragged from the hatch cover, his raw shoulders banging against the deck. Eumolpus stripped and seated himself across the boy's stomache facing his feet. Two sailors gripped his victim's ankles, holding his legs apart. The man began to mark out his pattern around the base of the boy's scrotum with sharp jabs of his tattooing needle. At a word from him the sailor holding Bestia's right ankle released it and Eumolpus hooking his right arm under the boy's thigh drew his leg back so that he could continue his work around and behind the boy's balls. Once again Bestia's frenzied screams faded in time to a hoarse keening.
When Eumolpus finished his stint for the day Bestia was shackled by an ankle to the mast. For the next three days the boy was kept secured in this way except for the periods when Eumolpus was working on him. Bestia did not scream very much during this period. Just when he saw Eumolpus approaching carrying the tools and for the first fifteen minutes or so of each session with that artist. Pisclus spent all the time he could get away from serving his master with his fellow slave. There was little he could to lighten Bestia's sufferings and they spoke little. He just tried to let the other boy know that he was not utterly alone in his misery.
On the fifth morning after the beginning of Bestia's ordeal the two boys were sitting close together on the deck when there was the sound of a man's foot steps approaching from the other side of the deck house. It was about the time when Eumolpus was in the habit of starting work and Bestia's body began to shudder in anticipation of the pain to come. Pisclus put his hand on his thigh to try to comfort him.
"Well boys," a reassuring voice said, "I've been sent with something for you two."
Pisclus jumped up happily. He recognised the voice as that of the ships cook. A basically kindly man from whom he had begged many scraps for Bestia and himself.
The man came into sight carrying a large steaming earthen ware bowl and a loaf of black bread. Bestia ran forward to him. The man lowered the bowl so the boy could see it's contents, great chunks of tuna floated in a thick fish broth.
"Here take it," he said. "It's for you and your friend."
Pisclus took the bowl in both hands a great smile of happiness splitting his face in a broad flash of white teeth. It was by far the greatest amount of food that had been given him since he had lost his freedom. The man laughed good naturedly as he saw the excitement on the little naked boy's face. He ruffled the child's hair.
"You take that over to your friend," he said I'll bring the bread.
"Look," Pisclus said excitedly, putting the bowl down beside Bestia, "this is all for us. All of it."
Bestia picked out a piece of fish with hi finger and out it into his mouth. He began to eat but every now and again he would stop and look round. He was hungry bur he was also very frightened.
"When is he coming?" he whispered nervously. "It will be soon now...I'm sure it will be."
"I reckon that fellow has finished with you," the cook said squatting comfortably down on his haunches facing the two boys. "You enjoy that food now. Come on I'll break the bread in half for you."
"He won't be round now," he continued. "He's always up and about long before this getting those tools of his ready and there's no sign of the bastard this morning."
Reassured both boys began to eat hungrily. The man watched them with a benevolent smile on his face. After a time both boys paused for breath.
"Tell you what," the cook said, "I'd like to have a look at that work of art."
Obligingly Bestia moved his hands away from his crutch. The man lent forward to inspect the boys small _c_o_c_k_.
"That's clever," he said. "That's really clever. The man is a bastard but he's a good craftsman. The way he's done that."
He put his hand out and taking the lad's prick in between his work roughened fingers rolled it about so as to examine it's underside. Eumolpus had not drawn the rose's stem running straight down Pisclus's penis but spiralling around it. The dark green stem was set about with vicious yellow thorns from several of which deep red tears of blood fell.
"And it goes round the front and up between your legs does it," the man continued pushing Bestia's pea sized balls to one side to look. "What's he done then?"
"I'll show you," Bestia said willingly.
He quite liked showing himself off. He got to his knees and turned round bending forward and pulling the cheeks of his bottom apart so the cook could see the dark red rose tattooed there centred about his hole. The tip of it's outer petals just peeping out of the crack of his bum when he was standing upright hinting there was more to be seen and inviting the curious to explore further.
"Very good," the man said patting his bottom, "and I like the way that single green leave runs across your back from the very top of your crack. It looks good."
He stood up and walked off.
"Do you think it looks all right?" Bestia asked after a little silence.
"It looks very nice," Pisclus said reassuring him.
There was another pause. Then Bestia spoke again.
"Could you get a mirror from somewhere so I could have a look?" he asked hopefully. He did want it to look good. He was a pretty boy and he knew it. Corax was quite right the boy was a tart.