Crastus reached up and taking hold of Marius by his narrow hips drew him down on to his lap. He reached his left arm round the boy's chest his fingers roughly teasing Marius's left nipple. His other hand he rested for a moment just above Marius's right knee before beginning a slow teasing journey up the inside of the lad's thigh. Stirring uneasily under the man's caresses Marius moaned softly and threw his head back. Crastus bent forward and nuzzled the side of the boy's neck. His hand reached the boy's crutch. For a moment he rolled Marius's tiny hairless balls between his finger and thumb then cupping them in the palm of his hand he drew the boy back so that his rump was pressed tight into his crutch.
Marius felt the man's _c_o_c_k_ through the coarse material of his tunic, iron hard against his naked bum. He wriggled his bottom so that the man's swollen rod was lying along the cleft of his bottom. He began to rub his bum up and down against it.
"Well done boy .. Go on... Good little slut... You want it don't you, you whore.." Crastus whispered hoarsely in his ear.
The feel of the man's hard flesh lying along the lips of his anus filled Marius with intense excitement. Looking across the room he saw Pulchellus squatting between Varro's knees, his dark curly head buried in the man's crutch. Pulchellus had taken Varro's _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth and his cheeks were sunken as he pulled on it.
Marius's felt Crastus hands on his body. "Killers hands," he thought, "but I don't care. It is true I am just a tart" and he panted and strained in his eagerness. Crastus put one hand under his crutch and momentarily eased the panting boy partly clear of his body. Marius felt the man's tunic being pulled away from under him. When he went down again there was nothing between his bare bottom and the man's distended _c_o_c_k_.
Varro seized Pulchellus by the ears dragging the boy's head forward and burying the full length of his _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth. The man began to work the boy's head backwards and forwards as he _f_u_c_k_ed the lad's mouth. Varro cried out and Marius saw him arch his body as Pulchellus sucked and swallowed desperately. Varro released Pulchellus's ears and the boy fell backward onto his bottom white fluid trickling from between his lips and down his chin.
Marius felt the blood pulsing faster in Crastus's tumid rod. Suddenly Crastus jerked convulsively and the boy felt jets of warm sticky fluid splash upwards against the small of his back. Crastus grunted and pushed Marius roughly away tipping the boy onto the floor. Marius knelt there, bent double aching with unassuaged need, his little _c_o_c_k_ still iron hard, the man's seed trickling down his back and rump .
"Pulchellus," Crastus shouted after a moments rest, "come here."
The boy scrambled to his feet wiping the man's seed from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. He trotted over to Crastus. His prick still was hard and wobbled stiffly in front of him as he moved.
Crastus said nothing but pointed. Pulchellus bent forward and licked the man's spent cum from the dark hairs that covered his stomach and crutch.
"And the boy too," Crastus rasped.
Kneeling behind him Pulchellus cleaned the man's semen from Marius's back, his tongue lapping the thickening liquid from where it had begun to trickle down the cleft of the other boys bum.
"Well Crastus," said laughing, "you've had your supper Pulchellus. It's time for you and Marius to bring us ours. Off with you both to the kitchen."
"Varro," he asked as the two boys left the room. "Was that dark haired brat any good."
"Well boss," Varro replied with a grin, "if his bottoms as good to _f_u_c_k_ as his mouth we won't have anything to complain about."
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After the food had been brought from the kitchen Crastus kept Marius beside him on his couch while he ate. He fed the boy occasional scraps from his plate. Pulchellus meanwhile had to move around the room serving the food and enduring the men's lewd jibes and fondlings. Although as he moved among them, wriggling his bottom invitingly and giggling at their comments, he seemed to enjoy rather than to resent their attentions. Certainly his slightly parted lips, blank eyes and small boys _c_o_c_k_ straining upwards all showed that he was himself in a state of high _s_e_x_ual excitement.
"Boss whose going to _f_u_c_k_ this tight arsed little slut first?" Grynium asked his hand stroking the boy's bottom. Pulchellus had finished serving the final course of honey and figs and had been called over by Grynium to refill his goblet with wine.
"Well" Crastus said easily, "Me and Varro have already shot our loads so we both need some time for rest and recuperation. I think it's between you and Lucillus. Then after you Varro can go and I will go last of all. I'm the oldest of you lot so I take longer to get back on form."
He took a fig from his plate between his finger and thumb and popped it into Marius's mouth.
"As for which of you, you can decide that between yourselves. Throw a dice for it or something."
"As humane thoughtful people," Grynium said with a cruel grin, "I think the man with the smallest _c_o_c_k_ should go first. That should lead to less tearing of the brats bum."
"But which of us is the smallest?" asked Lucillus.
"Let the whore decide. It's his rump we'll be _f_u_c_k_ing," Grynium replied.
"Fair enough," Lucillus said getting a little unsteadily to his feet and pulling off his tunic. "You too Grynium. The boy can't be expected to choose between our _c_o_c_k_s unless he can get a clear view of them both."
The two men were very similar in build, heavily muscled brutes well suited to their cruel profession. Lucillus's body however was covered with a thick matt of coarse ginger hair while Grynium's body hair was black and, except about his chest and crutch, less prolific.
Marius from his place nestling on Crastus's knees gazed in wonder at the two men's partly swollen _c_o_c_k_s. There seemed to him little to choose between them. He wondered how Pulchellus would be able to accommodate such bloated objects within his slim body. He shivered as the thought struck him that in time he too would have to bear the agony of a man's penis forcing his bottom open.
Pulchellus glanced from prick to prick. From his expression it was clear that he was aware of the enormity of the task ahead him. Indecision, terror and excitement, in almost equal proportions, were reflected on his face as he stared at the two men's _c_o_c_k_s already beginning to rise in anticipation of ravaging his tender rump.
"I can't think he can make a sensible decision," Crastus remarked, "with your _c_o_c_k_s almost limp. Get down on your knees boy and use your mouth and tongue. The more you wet them both the easier it will be for you in the end because there'll be nothing else to make them slippy than your spit."
Pulchellus knelt down between the men. It seemed by the way enthusiastic he buried his dark head in their crutches Crastus's words had their full effect on him. Marius watched as the boy licked and sucked the two men's balls and _c_o_c_k_s. Very quickly the two shafts were erect and seeming to quiver in cruel anticipation of the pleasures to come. Pulchellus hunkered back on his heels, the two rampant pricks soon to be buried in his body, blue veined and leaking pre-cum inches from his face, Lucillus's rising from it's bed of coarsely curling ginger hair curved like a scimitar, Grynium's standing upright ramrod straight from it's base among the forest of black hairs that covered his crutch.
Grynium's patience broke. With a curse he grabbed the boy by one arm, jerking him to his feet he half threw him, face down, across his couch. Pulchellus fell his legs hanging over it's side. Knowing he had no choice the boy hastily spread his legs and pushed his bottom upwards offering himself to the man's _c_o_c_k_. Grynium took two quick steps across the room to where Pulchellus's bum was so invitingly raised and dropped to his knees between the boy's two outstretched legs.
Lucillus started to protest and then shrugged and grinned. His attitude saying as clearly as words "it's only a slave brat's bum after all so what's the fuss."
Grynium spat on his fingers and working saliva generously between the lips of Pulchellus's anus. The boy moaned in excitement. Marius saw the muscles in the backs of his legs straining as he forced his bottom higher in response to the man's probing fingers. Grynium dug his thumbs into the boy's flesh, pulling the lad's bottom open. He pressed the tip of his _c_o_c_k_ against the entry to the boy's hole. Marius saw the man's powerful haunches thrust forward. Pulchellus threw his head back and screamed his fingers tearing at the covering of the couch across which he lay.
Again and again the man drove remorselessly forward, lifting his victim bodily from the couch under the force of his assault, as he hammered the full length of his swollen prick into the boy's body . Pulchellus's face was contorted with pain, saliva dribbled from his mouth mixing with the tears and snot that flowed from his eye and nose. At last Grynium appeared to abate the ferocity of his attack. His movements became less violent as he began to steadily work his _c_o_c_k_ inside the boy with long deep thrusts. Grynium placed his two hands on Pulchellus's hips steadying the boy as he _f_u_c_k_ed him. Pulchellus's shrieks decreased in volume and then fell away to an occasional low whimper punctuated by the harsh panting of both man and boy as they copulated. Pulchellus's body began to respond to the movements of the man's _c_o_c_k_ within him. Marius could see the muscles in the boy's bum working as he tried to draw the man's _c_o_c_k_ ever deeper into himself. The tempo of Grynium's thrusting began to increase again. He shouted and drove forward. His rigid body jerking convulsively as he orgasmed deep inside the moaning Pulchellus.
Grynium heaved himself off the boy his now semi-flaccid _c_o_c_k_ soiled with a mixture of cum and blood and _s_h_i_t_. Marius caught a glimpse of Pulchellus's bottom, a similar foul mixture oozing from his hole, before Lucillus stepped eagerly forward to take his companions place.
Grynium picked up a napkin from the table and dipping it into a water jug began to wipe the filth from his crutch. Marius became aware that Crastus was once again beginning to stiffen. Excited by the feel of the man's hardening _c_o_c_k_ pressing against his bare bottom and the spectacle of Pulchellus's multiple _f_u_c_k_ing he wriggled his smooth boy's rump tighter into Crastus's lap.
Crastus laughed and reaching out dipped two fingers into the bowl of figs and honey. Dripping with sticky sweetness he pressed them to Marius's lips. The boy took them eagerly into his mouth. Marius sucked and licked the honey from them as Crastus worked them inside his mouth.
At last it was Crastus's turn to _f_u_c_k_ Pulchellus. He lifted Marius gently from his knees and walked over to where the older boy lay half on the couch, his bleeding bottom raised ready for his enjoyment. Crastus as a consequence of Marius's wrigglings was once again fully rampant and he wasted no time. Pulchellus's bottom torn and well stretched offered little resistance and soon the man's _c_o_c_k_ was fully buried in the whimpering boy, his hips slapping against the child's bare rump as he thrust. Even now though, Marius saw, Pulchellus's body was still capable of responding to Crastus probing rod.
Crastus's rape of Pulchellus was brutal and brief. The man was soon back on his feet. He placed one hand on the small of Pulchellus's back pinning the boy to the couch on which he half lay.
"You enjoyed the honey I gave you Marius?" he asked with an evil smile.
"Yes Master," the boy replied uncertainly. The tone of Crastus's voice warned him something unpleasant was going to happen but he was not sure what.
"Good," Crastus continued and the three other men laughed in anticipation of the fun to come, "I will give you a chance to have some more. Bring the bowl of figs here."
Crastus once again dipped two fingers in the honey and then thrust them into Pulchellus's torn anus. The boy whimpered a protest which Crastus ignored. He spent a moment or two working his fingers in the boy's soiled hole and then withdrew them.
"There you are," he said holding his filth coated fingers out to Marius. "Suck them clean. There's honey there as well as other things."
Marius backed away. Varro grabbed him from behind and pushed him forward to where Crastus stood his fingers with their noisome filth extended towards his face.
"Suck them clean boy," he commanded and taking Marius's chin in his left hand he held it still as he held his fingers to the boy's lips. Marius's nostrils caught the stench of the foul mixture and he gagged. In an instant Crastus had his fingers inside the boy's mouth. The metallic bitter taste of blood and cum combined with the sweetness of honey and the sour mustiness of _s_h_i_t_ filled his mouth.
"Suck I said boy," Crastus roared. To the terrified boy the man's face seemed to fill the whole room. Reluctantly he began to suck. Crastus however was not easily satisfied. He inspected his fingers and put them back in the boy's mouth. He inspected them again and required Marius to lick between them.
"Your treats not over," he said, "there's honey for you in your little friend's hole. Get down and lick it out boy. We don't want the slut dribbling filth over the floor."
Crastus caught hold of Marius by the back of his head and pushed his face down towards Pulchellus's torn rump. He resisted feebly but the man was too strong. Soon his nose was pressed into Pulchellus's bum. "They couldn't make him do it," he told himself but then he felt a finger pressing into his own raised bottom. Delicious excitement flooded through his body. He couldn't help himself. He pushed his rump upwards inviting further intrusion and began to lap at Pulchellus's tortured hole.
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Marius woke to find Pulchellus shaking his shoulder. He sat up and looked around him. The first grey light of dawn was filtering into the room. He could hear snoring and somewhere a man muttered in his sleep. Memory came flooding back to him. It seemed he could again sense the foul taste of the filth he licked from Pulchellus's hole on his tongue and hear the other boy's screams as he was serially raped.
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"Marius wake up Marius," Pulchellus whispered urgently. "Pannychis is in the courtyard. She wants you. She's in trouble. She needs your help."
Guilt flooded Marius's young mind. Pannychis the slave girl who had smuggled him food when he was locked in the cellar to starve and no one else would help him. In his fear and misery yesterday he had not thought of her once. He did not stop to think why Pulchellus should take the risk of carrying a message for her or indeed how Pannychis could get a message to him.
In a single lithe movement he was on his feet. Cautiously he picked his way across the room to the door, the early morning air cool against his naked body. Lucillus, who it seemed was meant to be on guard, was stretched out asleep across the doorway wrapped in his cloak. There was room for Marius to step over his slumbering body and to ease open the door open the crack required for him to wriggle his slim boy's body through without disturbing the man. Suddenly Pulchellus screamed shrilly from the room behind him.
"Master, Master," the boy shouted, "quick he's trying to ran away. Marius is trying to run away."
Marius, amazed by the noise and Pulchellus's sudden betrayal stood frozen, in his tracks. Then he turned to flee but it was too late. The door burst open. Pulchellus still screaming loudly hurled himself upon Marius bowling him over onto the floor. Pulchellus was the bigger but Marius was lithe and quick, his bare skin slippery. For a moment it seemed possible that he might escape from Pulchellus's grasp but then Lucillus followed by Crastus and the other men were on them.
Marius felt his arms grasped and he was hauled roughly to his feet.
"What's this?" demanded Crastus furiously. "What's going on here?"
"Master, Master," gasped Pulchellus from where he was crouched panting on the ground. "I just woke up and I saw Marius creeping out of the door. I was sure he was trying to run away so I called you Master and then I ran after him to try and stop him.."
"He didn't," yelled Marius angrily. "He's lying. He told me Pannychis needed me and was waiting for me...." and then he fell silent. Suddenly he saw the sheer improbability of his story. How could Pulchellus have got a message from Pannychis, why if he had should he bother to pass it on and having done so why should he raise the alarm about his running away. He realised he had been tricked and he shot a look of impotent hatred at his betrayer.
"He's the one whose lying Master," Pulchellus shouted pushing his black curls clear of his face and looking up at Crastus with wide innocent brown eyes. "Why should I ....."
"Yes of course I can see the brat must be lying." Crastus said impatiently. "You have done well boy but now we must teach Marius a lesson he will not forget but without damaging his looks for I want to sell him for as good a price as possible when once we back in Rome."