The Traitor's Son Chapters 11-14
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XI

Marius woke to find Pulchellus shaking his shoulder. Consequently, the younger boy sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily before looking around him.

The first grey light of dawn was filtering into the room. Marius could hear snoring and somewhere a man muttering in his sleep.

Memory then came flooding back to Marius. He could somehow still hear in his mind Pulchellus' screams as he was serially raped, and could also sense on his tongue the foul taste of the filth he had subsequently demeaningly licked from the other boy's anus.

"Marius, wake up," Pulchellus whispered urgently, "because Pannychis is in the courtyard. She wants you. She's in trouble. She needs your help!"

Guilt immediately flooded Marius' young mind. Pannychis was the slave girl who had smuggled him food when he had been locked in the cellar and left to starve. No one else had been prepared to help him.

Amidst his misery, fear and, Marius had shamefully to confess, occasional excitement of yesterday, he had not thought of poor brave Pannychis once. The boy also now did not stop to wonder why Pulchellus should take the risk of carrying a message for her, or indeed how the girl could actually send her plea.

Now infused by urgency that matched the apparent message, Marius was on his feet in a single lithe movement. Leaving Pulchellus behind, the still naked boy then cautiously picked his way across the room to the door, with the early morning air cool against his nude body.

Lucillus, who was meant to be on guard, was stretched out asleep across the closed entrance, wrapped in his cloak. There was just room for Marius to step over his slumbering form and ease the door open sufficiently to create the size of crack required for him to wriggle his slim boy's body through without disturbing the man.

Suddenly and shockingly, Pulchellus then screamed shrilly from the room behind him. "Master, Master," the older boy shouted, "Marius is trying to run away!"

Marius, stunned by the noise and Pulchellus' sudden betrayal, temporarily stood frozen in his tracks. However, on quickly realising that the older boy's perfidy had landed him in serious trouble, he subsequently turned to flee but his attempt was too late.

Marius exited the door, which then burst open. Pulchellus, still screaming loudly, next hurled himself upon the more diminutive younger boy, bowling him over onto the floor.

Pulchellus was the bigger but Marius was lithe and quick, his bare skin slippery. A little longer would surely have seen the younger boy escaping the clutches of the older but then Lucillus, followed by Crastus and the other men, reached the grappling pair.

Marius felt his arms being grasped by Lucillus and he was immediately hauled roughly to his feet and held tightly. "What's this," Crastus then asked 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 and then I ran after him to try and stop him!"

"He didn't!" yelled Marius angrily. "He's lying!" the boy added desperately and unthinkingly, "because he told me that Pannychis needed me and was waiting for me...."

Marius then fell silent. The boy had suddenly seen the sheer improbability of his story. How could Pulchellus have received 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? The younger boy now realised that he had been tricked and he shot a look of impotent hatred at his betrayer.

"He's the one who's lying, Master," Pulchellus shouted back, whilst pushing his black curls clear of his pretty face and looking up at Crastus with wide innocent brown eyes. "Why should I…."

Crastus then impatiently interrupted Pulchellus. "Yes, of course, I can see that the brat must be lying," the man commented, ominously for Marius.

Continuing to address Pulchellus, Crastus declared "You have done well, boy, and now we must teach Marius a lesson that he'll not forget but without damaging his looks. I still want to sell him for as good a price as possible once we're back in Rome!"

Chapter XII

Crastus thought deeply. "Tell me," the angered man then eventually asked of Pulchellus, "about this Pannychis that Marius is babbling about. Do I remember rightly that Echion told me that she was the slave girl he caught taking food to the brat in the cellar?"

"Yes, Master," Pulchellus replied proudly, "I spotted her at it. I was sure something was going on, so I hid in the yard opposite the cellar door and saw her take food down there. I told Echion straight away!"

Marius immediately wriggled in Lucillus' grasp, desperate to attack Pulchellus' throat and choke the life out of him for betraying not only him now but also Pannychis previously. However, the man held the boy firmly, with his thumbs digging into the 11 year-old's thin arms just above his elbows.

"Do you know what's happened to her?" Crastus next enquired. "Yes, Master," Pulchellus again answered, "Echion had her whipped and then sent her to work in the fields."

"It's now just dawn," Crastus next commented, "so the field gangs will currently be being marched out for their day's labour." The faint sounds of shouting and the occasional crack of a whip from the direction of the slave barracks, as the human oxen who worked the estate were roused for further long and hard toil, could indeed be heard through the room's open windows.

"Varro, you go with Pulchellus and find the bitch and bring her back to me," Crastus therefore sinisterly commanded, "and also fetch the heaviest whip you can find in the bailiff's office. I'm sure Echion's former bumboy will know where it is kept."

"You'll then find me down in the courtyard," Crastus remarked, "by the whipping post with our young runaway!"

Chapter XIII

The whipping post was a stout wooden pole set in the ground near the centre of the courtyard. Marius had once seen an adult slave flogged there. The man, stripped naked for the lash, his arms pulled taught above his head, had been secured to it by his wrists.

The first stroke of the harsh whip had drawn blood. The man had subsequently screamed a lot but by the end he was almost silent, with his low moans drowned by the crack of the lash, as it ripped the skin from the rear of his body.

Marius had watched the flogging to its end but then he had crept off by himself to be sick and after that he had avoided the yard when a whipping was in progress. However, on this occasion such an option was not available to him.

Lucillus had transferred his grip to Marius ear, twisting it painfully between his finger and thumb as the naked boy waited sick with fear by the post. The 11 year-old then soon saw Varro walking towards them, dragging by her arm a slave girl dressed in a brief ragged smock that reached only half way down her thighs.

For a moment, Marius did not recognise in the filthy garb the now sluggish shaven-haired female slave as being the same as the neat brisk serving girl, Pannychis, with her normally long dark hair and spotless gown, whom he had once known. Her recent punishments and hard labour in the fields had not taken long to reduce her to utter wretchedness. The knowledge that he was the cause of her misery filled the boy with immense guilt.

"Master," Marius desperately pleaded of Crastus, whilst fighting back his tears, "I really didn't try to run away. Master, I also promise that I won't ever try. I'll instead do whatever you want, Master, but please don't do anything to Pannychis!"

"I'm not a fool," Crastus grated in response. "You did try to run away, boy," the man added forcefully, "and there's no point in lying about the matter. I should flog you till your back is in shreds for your mischief but you're too valuable for that. Your Pannychis will therefore pay the price for your folly and you can watch her suffer!"

"Come on," Crastus then impatiently ordered Varro, "bring the bitch quickly over here and tether her to the post. We haven't all day!"

"Master…." Marius began to wail. However, Crastus terminated his continued pleading by advising "Shut up, brat, for the more you argue the worse it'll be for the bitch!"

As a result of this threat, Marius did cease his entreaties. The boy instead began to sob.

The obviously bewildered and petrified Pannychis was hauled over to the whipping post, with the iron fetters worn by field slaves about their ankles clanking as she moved. She was soon secured to the stake, with her arms drawn high above her head, her toes barely touching the ground and her body taught and ready for the lash.

Crastus stepped forward and with one savage jerk tore the ragged shift that was Pannychis' only clothing from her body. Marius now saw that the whole of the girl's bare back was ribbed and scarred with the marks of her earlier whipping.

Crastus held out his hand and Pulchellus ran forward eagerly to hand him the scourge that he had fetched. The whip comprised a long heavy length of plaited leather, most of which now fell and curled darkly on the ground and writhed there with the vicious deadliness of a monstrous snake whilst the man tested his hold.

"What's this?" Crastus subsequently asked, as his attention eventually passed from whip to girl. The man simultaneously ran his free left hand down the relevant part of Pannychis' naked back.

"This mark here, below the bitch's arm," Crastus added in elaboration, "as that's not been caused by her earlier whipping." "No, Master," Pulchellus answered with sadistic relish, "as that's where Echion used the hot iron on her. He suspected that she'd received help in feeding Marius and wanted her to confess who her accomplices had been."

"You should have heard her scream, Master," Pulchellus added wickedly, "when Echion applied the iron. She frothed at the mouth and bit through her lip but she still wouldn't talk. I suggested to him that he continued to make her howl some more until she did confess but he said there was no point. He had written to the Emperor saying Marius was here and someone would come to rid us of the trouble-making nuisance soon enough. So he just whipped her as a warning to all the others and sent her to work in the fields."

Through his tears Marius shot another glance of pure hatred at Pulchellus, having now appreciated the full extent of the older boy's cruelty towards others. The 12 year-old noticed the malevolent stare and, smiling sweetly, he surreptitiously gestured his own contempt with a quick movement of his index finger.

Marius somehow choked back his rage, knowing from Crastus' threat that anything he said or did would only increase the imminent sufferings of Pannychis. In his heart, though, he was laying up a heavy vengeful count against Pulchellus and swore retribution.

Meanwhile, Pannychis, amidst much shocked trepidation, was rather naturally beginning to query why she was apparently again to be whipped. "You should choose your friends better, bitch," was Crastus' only comment before advising the terrified girl "Now shut up or I'll add a few more strokes for having the cheek to question my motives!"

Pannychis, not wanting to suffer any more than she must, of course complied with Crastus' advice as best she could, although she could not now prevent a display of loud lachrymose sobbing even before the first lash landed. She was also astute enough, despite her distress, to realise from the man's initial answer that somehow Marius had landed her in this terrible predicament.

Pannychis again wished, as she had often done during her first flogging and subsequent hard toil in the fields, that she had never attempted to help Marius in the first place. The girl's desire would have been strongly reinforced if she had known that she would soon be forced to endure even more awful sufferings because of her earlier association with the boy.

Crastus, oblivious of the by-play between Marius and Pannychis, now stepped back from the whipping post. Carefully measuring the distance between himself and the tethered naked body of Pannychis, he then brought the whip back over his right shoulder.

With all the expertise gained from many years' sadistic practice of this cruel pastime, Crastus next brought the lash whistling through the air to cut across Pannychis' bare shoulders with all the strength and weight of his powerful body. The girl's form immediately convulsed in agony, as plaited leather cracked against her unprotected flesh.

There was subsequently a split second's silence before Pannychis screamed loudly. For a moment, a white line then appeared across the girl's back, where the lash had landed, before the stripe deepened in colour to an angry red and blood began to well from the spot where the tip of the whip had ripped her skin.

"Stand the brat close up to her," Crastus next commanded of Lucillus, who was still firmly restraining Marius by the boy's ear, "as I want him to see closely the whip shred the bitch's back. After all, it's his misbehaviour that has made me do this to her!"

Lucillus immediately forced Marius, who was now sobbing almost as much as Pannychis, albeit in mental rather than physical torment, closer to the whipping post. The man positioned the still naked boy so that his tearstained face was only a couple of feet away from the girl's own nude body, which was writhing in excruciation amidst much vociferous screaming as Crastus continued to rip into her with the whip.

Marius felt the warm dampness on his own face and chest from his dripping tears, as the lash raised a fine red mist each time the tip struck Pannychis. The force of the blows even eventually made the girl lose her footing and her body began to swing and twist freely under the impact of the whip.

The lash curled round Pannychis, raising angry red wheals on her flanks and breasts and sending fresh rivulets of blood trickling down her body. However, the volume of the girl's associated screams diminished until the only noise she made was a low grunt as each stroke thudded into her. Otherwise, the only sounds were the rich hisses of the lash as it sung through the air, the sharp crack of leather on bare flesh, the panting of Crastus as he laboured at his task and Marius' own near hysterical whimpering.

At last Crastus stopped. Lucillus then released his firm grip on Marius' ear and the boy flung himself forward landing on his knees at Pannychis' feet, wrapping his arms sympathetically about the girl's legs and resting his head against one of her bare thighs. However, he was not allowed to remain in this rather touching position for long.

"You'll quickly move away from there, brat, and return to work if you don't want the bitch to suffer another cut or two of the whip," Crastus snapped in response to the sight. "We want our breakfasts now," the man added, in respect of the next chore in had in mind for the boy, "so go to the kitchen and fetch our morning repasts up to our room with due speed. Also, make no more attempts to run away or I'll next flog the girl to death!"

Marius, trying to end his sobbing, instantly scrambled rapidly to his feet and set off at a run to the kitchen. "The brat seems to have finally absorbed the notion of dutiful obedience," Crastus remarked to the other men, as they observed the naked boy sprint off, and they all laughed.

Nevertheless, Crastus, although he no longer believed that Marius would now attempt to escape, given his obvious feelings for Pannychis, retained some concerns about the boy's ability to ensure the provision of a decent breakfast. He therefore instructed "Lucillus, you go with the brat and see the cooks send us up a good meal, including white not black wheaten bread. Also tell them to clean this bitch so that she's fit to travel."

"We'll take the bitch with us," Crastus added, "to help us to keep Marius' loyalty and also to provide us with alternative entertainment to Pulchellus' orifices. We'll tie her on a mule so that she shouldn't be any trouble!"

As Lucillus subsequently obediently followed Marius to the kitchen, being equally eager to enjoy a good breakfast, Crastus turned towards the also still naked Pulchellus. "Come with me, boy," the man then ordered, "as I need you because using the whip always makes me hard!"

Crastus' hand subsequently reached out to rest on Pulchellus' nicely rotund rump. The devious boy's trepidation at what he now had to suffer in order to entertain the man's apparently reinvigorated cock was then somewhat assuaged when his new master called over his shoulder.

"Lucillus," Crastus shouted, "tell the kitchen slaves to sort out a decent tunic for the boy here. He's been a good lad and he deserves a reward!"

Chapter XIV

When Marius eventually ran into the kitchen, he was met with a sullen silence. Many of the slaves there liked Pannychis. A few had also appreciated that she had been attempting to smuggle food to the boy when he had been incarcerated in the cellar, with some of them additionally actually helping her.

These slaves knew that, if Pannychis had confessed all when Echion had used the hot iron on her, they would have been flogged and sent to labour in the fields too. They also guiltily realised that they perhaps had a moral obligation to aid her both at the time of her first whipping and now, and additionally recognised that they certainly could have succeeded in practice.

After all, Echion could easily have been overcome and there were only three men with Crastus. If the numerous slaves had all armed themselves with pitchforks and stones, they could readily have overwhelmed them as well. However, they also appreciated that afterwards there might be an awful price to pay if they could not somehow disguise the inevitable resultant deaths from the authorities.

Rebellious slaves were invariably relentlessly hunted down like animals. The lucky ones amongst the captured would be flogged and sold to work in the silver mines, never to see daylight again. The unlucky ones would be fed to the wild animals in the circus or crucified.

Knowing these potential repercussions, the slaves had feared to act and they were ashamed. Being contrite, they also searched for someone else to blame and the person they found was Marius.

The slaves consequently salved their guilty consciences with the thought that Pannychis had been severely punished twice mainly because she had attempted to help Marius. The boy was the principal cause of her two floggings and interim hard labour in the fields and therefore he was to blame.

Lucillus followed Marius into the kitchen and, successfully seeking out Daedalus, he issued his orders, namely breakfast for himself and the other men, a tunic for Pulchellus and Pannychis to be taken down from the whipping post and her back dressed. He then left to rejoin his colleagues.

As Marius subsequently stood in the corner of the kitchen waiting for the food to be prepared, Pannychis was carried in and lain on her face on a blanket on the floor, near the fire. Selia immediately hurried over, carrying a bowl of steaming water and some rags.

Kneeling beside the semi-conscious Pannychis, Selia then began to wash the blood from the naked girl's ripped back. Marius' curiosity immediately overcame his guilt and anguish and so he quietly sidled over to look down in horror at the mess that the whip had made of the young female's rear.

Selia glanced up and caught the look on Marius' face. "You may express horror, brat," she muttered in bad temper, "as it's you that's again caused the poor girl to be whipped. Don't we slaves have a hard enough life without the likes of your father and you involving us in your quarrels?"

A murmur of agreement amongst the other slaves ran round the kitchen and in response the mortified Marius slunk away back to his corner. The boy was beginning shamefully to consider himself to be not only a whore, as appeared evident by the way his body thrilled to the touch of even the murderer of his siblings, Crastus, but also the apparently cursed cause of poor Pannychis' sufferings.

Standing again in the corner of the busy and crowded room, still humiliatingly naked in front of the family's slaves, now clearly unloved and unwanted by them and destined for similar servile status himself, Marius felt completely deserted and therefore utterly dejected. The boy therefore again began to cry despairingly until the breakfasts had been readied.

Daedalus eventually instructed a couple of slaveboys to help Marius carry the breakfasts to the waiting Crastus and his three colleagues. As the comprehensive repast consisted of jugs of steaming cows' milk, bowls of the sweetest figs and honey, loaves of wheaten bread, plates piled high with slices of ham, a large goats' cheese and jars of various pickles, there was too much for a single person to transport.

When the threesome arrived in the room allocated to Crastus and his colleagues, Marius, now refraining from crying, noticed that Pulchellus was nestling half-asleep on his new master's lap. The boy's pretty head was resting against the man's left shoulder.

Pulchellus stirred slightly when the food was brought into the room. The boy, still doing his best to please, therefore attempted to slip from Crastus' knees to allow the man to eat unencumbered but his new master significantly caught him by his slim waist and drew him back.

Crastus then dismissed the two young kitchen slaves, after they had placed what they were carrying on a table, and Marius subsequently found that he was to replace Pulchellus in serving the men. As occurred previously with the older boy, adult hands now roamed over his naked body, as he moved between them.

Whilst Marius went about his chores, he tried his best to ignore the men's fingers, as they probed and teased him most intimately, but his efforts were in vain for, in response, his small cock became shamelessly unruly. Even as the boy desperately suggested to himself that he hated the humiliating feel of the hands fondling his body, his penis contradicted him by standing horizontally to attention, wobbling as he moved. The 11 year-old's arousal was clearly blatant and unmistakable acknowledgement of the thrill he was feeling, and this caused a good deal of comment and laughter amongst the amused adults.

"I don't know what the chances are of us delivering the slut to the slave market still a virgin," Varro eventually remarked with a laugh, as he gently patted the delicious curves of Marius' sweet bottom whilst the fulsomely erect boy refilled his mug with warm milk. "He's such a pretty slut," the grinning adult added, whilst his own hard penis, hidden amidst his rather dirty garments, quivered in keen interest, "and you can see that he's enthusiastically ready to enjoy a man's cock inside him. I wouldn't trust him not to try to satisfy his obvious filthy lusts with someone, and we've a two day journey ahead of us in order to reach Rome!"

"I don't trust myself with the slut," Crastus honestly replied, whilst also sporting a broad grin, "as, sure enough, he's definitely a very tasty piece of boy flesh. We'll just have to keep a close watch on the whore to ensure that we deliver a highly lucrative virgin to market!"

Marius, of course, was deeply ashamed at being referred to in such a degrading manner. However, the boy also could not deny the sensations he felt whenever he was fondled and when he had watched Pulchellus being raped.

Evidence of Marius' debasing interest in such activities was obvious in his quick simultaneous arousal to full erection. The boy was therefore reluctantly secretly beginning to accept that he was perhaps really a whore who might indeed seek, if only in experiment, to seduce someone in order to try to assuage his increasingly obvious needs.

The last vestiges of Marius pride might, of course, have rescued him from such temptation. However, the boy was never to discover whether this might have happened because the wicked Pulchellus now suggested a different and rather uncomfortable solution to the perceived problem.

"Master," Pulchellus suggested to Crastus, on whose lap he was still sitting, "if you want to fix it so that Marius' bottom is safe from a man's cock, I have an idea. Echion used a device on new boys whom he wanted to keep for the Lord Sejanus or any of his friends to enjoy. I know where it is and could fetch it for you if you want."

Pulchellus had previously disliked the attention being paid to Marius and had also not been too pleased about the comments referring to the younger boy's good looks. He was sure that he was far prettier.

Pulchellus already resented Marius from his former status and attitude towards him. The older boy's jealousy was only reinforced by the recent praise afforded to the 11 year-old and this had stimulated his suggestion.

The intrigued Crastus agreed that Pulchellus could fetch Echion's device and so the boy slipped off the man's knees and ran from the room. He returned within a few minutes carrying in one hand a jar and in the other a short length of light chain fastened at one end to a well-polished wooden peg about the length and thickness of a man's index finger.

The other end of the chain formed the hinge joining together two small flanged semicircular pieces of thin but strong rounded metal, through a tiny bored hole in one of which hung an unlocked minuscule padlock, which represented expensive state-of-the-art workmanship for the era. Marius' heart sank within him at the sight, as he had previously occasionally noticed young naked slaveboys wearing the demeaning contraption about the farm estate, although, until Pulchellus' recent comments, he had not known why they had done so.

Marius also now realised, from Pulchellus' remarks, that his own father had enjoyed sex with slaveboys, whose favours he additionally shared with friends. Sejanus' younger son was disgusted that his late parent could possess such tastes, whilst somehow momentarily forgetting his own recent shameful feelings.

The boys that Marius had seen wearing the device were invariably pretty but also frightened and humiliated youngsters, usually straight from the slave market. They always appeared terrified and ashamed of what awaited them, whilst presumably knowing that for them there was no choice or chance of escape.

Sometimes, Marius would see the boys a few days' later, now with the metal ring clamped round their hairless genitals and the linked wooden peg inserted into their anuses removed. They now generally walked in clear discomfort and were the butt for all sorts of lewd comments and jokes from the other slaves.

Marius had never previously realised what had been happening, as any queries he made about the matter were invariably discretely dismissed without a proper reply. However, the astute boy now realised the answer.

The slaveboys in question were obviously virgins and the degrading contraption affixed to their private parts was meant to keep them so until Sejanus and his friends decided to deprive them of their purity. Now the younger son of the former lord of the estate was himself to wear the demeaning device for a similar reason.

"You put the wooden peg into his bum," Pulchellus advised, whilst handing the device over to Crastus, "and then you snap the two linked small semicircular bits of metal round his genitals, using the tiny padlock to keep them immovably together. You see that there are a number of holes bored through the free ends for the purpose. These enable you to adjust the resultant ring to ensure that the fitting's really tight. You can similarly proportion the chain."

"The peg isn't big enough to tear or loosen his anus," Pulchellus informatively added, "but the only way he or anybody else can remove the plug out of his bum without unlocking the ring would be by ripping his genitals off. I doubt that Marius'll regard that as a good idea!"

"Thank you," Crastus replied, accepting the cruel contraption from Pulchellus, whilst his estimation of the older boy rose again in his mind. "And the jar contains some grease for the brat's hole," the 12 year-old then continued enthusiastically, having perceptively appreciated that his efforts to ingratiate himself with the man were bearing fruit.

"You think of everything," a grateful Crastus commented in response. "Marius, come over here and lie down over my knee with your bum in the air," the wickedly grinning man subsequently commanded.

Marius reluctantly but immediately stepped forward compliantly and lay face down across Crastus' knees. The man then rested the palm of one hand on the delectable curves of the boy's bare bottom.

Marius' throat had tightened in fear and shame but he also now felt peculiarly at peace. The boy's sense of incongruous reconciliation was of the type that came with total surrender.

Deep inside himself, Marius was experiencing a strange feeling of release and rightness. The boy somehow instinctively understood that, by lying there obediently with his bottom raised, he was finally signalling his utter submission to his new master, as surely and as clearly as a defeated dog does when he exposes his throat to a rival.

Crastus patted Marius lightly on his upturned rump, before less gently commanding "Spread your legs slut!" After the boy had again complied with one of his instructions, the man subsequently ran his hand up the inside of the youngster's thigh, noting the goose-pimples that simultaneously formed on the child's otherwise smooth skin.

Excited again by the feel of Crastus' hand, Marius instinctively and shamelessly wriggled and pushed his bottom further upwards, seemingly seeking greater attention. The smiling man obliged, extending his fingers towards the junction of the boy' legs and ceasing for a moment their upward journey whilst he instead teased the 11 year-old's perineum with his thumbnail. He knew from long experience how to entertain such young sluts with expertise.

Marius' breath quickened as his excitement mounted, whilst Crastus next dipped the tip of his index finger in the jar of grease proffered by Pulchellus. The older boy was very happy to witness Marius acting like the whore he considered the younger child to be at heart.

Marius subsequently gasped loudly in sudden shock, as he felt the cold lubricant being applied gently to the lips of his anus. There was then a brief pause when Crastus' finger was temporarily withdrawn before returning with a further dollop of the cool grease, which this time he attempted to press carefully but firmly into the boy.

Surprised by the sudden attempted intrusion, Marius' sphincter tightened defensively but such resistance was quickly overcome by the remorseless pressure of Crastus' finger, which was soon probing ever deeper inside the opened orifice. Waves of early anguish then rapidly gave way to increasing enjoyment, which eventually consumed the boy's senses.

The muscles of Marius' bottom began to contract, as he instinctively tried to draw Crastus' finger deeper into him. For a few seconds, the only emotion of which the boy was aware was the single source of pulsating pleasure within his body.

Such unprecedented ecstasy was then sadly suddenly terminated when Crastus sharply jerked his finger out of Marius. The boy immediately moaned and whimpered in degrading disappointment.

Crastus laughed as he looked down at Marius' bare bottom, quivering in frustrated need, and heard the frustrated groans emerging from the boy's rosy lips. The man paused for a few moments to enjoy the scene before taking the wooden peg, attached to the chain, and pushed the full length of the plug in one single thrust into the youngster.

Crastus subsequently quickly tipped Marius back onto his feet. To the man, and the other amused observers of the spectacle, namely his three colleagues and Pulchellus, the younger boy now seemed, amidst clear sexual reverie, hardly conscious of what was being done to him.

Marius' eyes were glazed. The boy's breath came with rasping pants and his little rock-hard cock shuddered as the blood within boiled.

Crastus next speedily reached between Marius' legs. The man took hold of the short length of chain attached to the plug now buried in the boy's bottom, pulled forward and clamped the two hinged and flanged half circles of iron to form a tight ring around the base of the boy's erect cock and smooth scrotum.

Crastus then squeezed the metallic semicircles together even more tightly so that they restricted but did not cut off the flow of blood to Marius' genitals. The latter action would have eventually killed the boy's sexual organs and the man did not want him castrated unless and until, of course, such gelding was desired by whoever eventually bought him at the slave-market.

Crastus finally applied the minuscule padlock, using the tiny key also kindly provided by Pulchellus. The man then stood back to admire his latest handiwork.

Crastus saw with satisfaction the naked Marius standing before him, with the boy's smooth genitals tightly ringed and the taught linking chain resolutely retaining the anal plug immovably in place. "Anyone, who now wants to fuck the brat," the contented man subsequently commented to his equally happy colleagues and Pulchellus, after carefully perusing the pleasant scene, "will first have to rip the slut's goolies off!"

The young subject of this comment, whose previous sexual high was rapidly declining in line with his increasing penile flaccidity, as the restriction of the blood supply feeding his erection began to take effect, was naturally not as content. The feel of the immovable contraption seriously constricting his sexual organs and invading his rectum instead only made Marius' sense of degradation complete, especially after Pulchellus was awarded a tunic.

The lack of a similar award to Marius was the first indication to the appalled younger boy that he would not only be travelling all the way to Rome for sale in the local slave-market whilst remaining humiliatingly naked but also whilst shamefully displaying his crude chastity device.

(To be continued)