The Traitor's Son Chapters 15-16
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XV

When Crastus had tipped Marius back onto his feet, the boy had been on the point of orgasm. The 11 year-old had known nothing at that moment of the sunlit room, the grinning men, Pulchellus smirking at his humiliation.

All Marius had been aware of was the pounding of his own blood and the feeling of imminent release, as though his whole body was going to explode in an enormous burst of energy. Every sensation, every nerve, was concentrated on this single moment of impending ecstasy. A brilliant white light had filled his head, blood had roared in his ears. All else had been obscure.

Then suddenly Marius had felt some pain, as the iron ring was clamped tight about the base of his penis and scrotum, seriously reducing the flow of blood to his genitals and sadly aborting in that instant his imminent orgasm. He had reacted by shamefully groaning in anguish and frustration, whilst his little boyish cock, a second or two before rigid and vibrant with lust, was reduced to sorrowful limpness.

Meanwhile, Crastus was very happy to teach Marius that a master not only owned a slaveboy's body but also could control the personal pleasures to be derived from it. Such enjoyment could be granted or withheld at his owner's whim.

Marius squealed when Crastus finally physically double- checked the efficacy of the crude chastity device now encasing the boy's genitals and invading his rectum. The man had affirmed that the anal plug was firmly anchored by tugging sharply on the thin chain that ran along the 11 year-old's perineum, connecting it to the iron cockring.

Crastus' action hurt both Marius' genitals and anus. However, such pain only confirmed to the cruel man that the crude chastity device was immovable without unlocking the integral tiny padlock unless the wearer wanted to be castrated.

Crastus next instructed that his horse and those of his men were to be saddled and provisioned and brought to the courtyard ready for their departure. He subsequently ordered Pannychis to be led out to where he stood, ready to mount.

Pannychis, her only clothing a rag wound round her waist, walked unsteadily and was hardly able to keep on her feet as she reluctantly obeyed the summons. However, she eventually managed to stand before Crastus, with her head bowed and submissive waiting for him to decide her fate.

The still humiliatingly naked Marius temporarily forgot his own shame, as he observed Pannychis with pity and guilt. The boy knew that he was the reason for much of her suffering, having been responsible for her rear and the sides of her breasts being ribbed with wheals from the whip.

"The bitch can't walk any distance in this state," Crastus commented, "so we'll have to take a mule from the stables here for her to ride on. Pulchellus will have to lead it for her, as she won't have the strength to do more than sit on it." He then added laughingly, to his similarly amused men, "However, at least there's one compensation. We won't have to watch that she doesn't run away!"

"What about Marius?" Varro eventually asked after the laughter had subsided. "He can do some work," Crastus answered, "as I've some stuff for him to carry!"

Crastus picked up a small sack that clinked when he lifted it. "These are the goblets that we drank out of last night," he confirmed, "which the brat can carry." Turning to Marius, he then commanded "Come here boy!"

Marius moved forward and took the sack, which proved a surprisingly heavy burden for a mere 11 year-old boy to carry. However, he appreciated that he would receive no sympathy from Crastus and his men.

"Hadn't we better tether the brat to one of our horses," Varro next enquired, "as he might become lost if he falls behind or even try to run away? We'd not then just lose his value in the slave market. Those goblets are silver and are worth quite a bit!" However, Crastus confidently replied "He'll keep up with us and also won't attempt to escape because, if he's not with us when we halt, I'll whip that bitch he cares about so much till he turns up!"

Looking again at the forewarned and appalled Marius, Crastus asked "Do you understand me boy? If we lose sight of you, you'll soon be able to tell where we are from the screams of the slut as I whip her!"

"I'll keep up Master," Marius unhesitatingly promised, not wanting any further harm to befall poor Pannychis and whilst bending under the weight of the sack as he began to shoulder the burden. "You better had," Crastus retorted, "if you want the slut to survive our journey to Rome!"

A few minutes later, a small caravan clattered out of the farmyard. The four men rode in front, followed by Pulchellus leading the mule with Pannychis on board. The 12 year-old was wearing the short white tunic, flapping against his bare thighs, that had been his reward for his recent treachery in respect of Marius.

At the rear, in the dust thrown up by the riders, trudged Marius, his shoulders already aching under the weight of his load and his eyes miserably fixed on the road a few paces ahead of him. The boy's only thought was to keep up with those in front, as he did not want again to be the cause of Pannychis feeling the whip.

The large farmhouse in which Marius had grown up as a privileged free boy, the exalted master's son, then gradually receded behind him, as he began the long distressing journey into abject servitude.

Chapter XVI

The horsemen kept up a brisk pace and the journey was to be a long and uncomfortable one. As the sun rose higher, the heat increased and the land on either side of the long straight country road shimmered in the hot still air.

By now, not only were the naked Marius' pride and shoulders aching. His legs, his lungs, in fact his whole body did.

Marius had at first made some effort to drive the flies that tormented him away. However, they now crawled unheeded over his naked body, feasting on the sweat that tricked down his face and bare chest and limbs.

As Marius marched, he also tried his best to ignore the common laughter and ribaldry his appearance induced in some of the country peasants and fellow travellers on the road whom he passed. Seeing naked slaves was not rare but observing a very pretty unclothed boy sporting a crude chastity device drew regular amusement and crude commentary, even if the young nude was very dishevelled.

Marius especially hated being bated by the children whom he passed, with the girls often proving worse than the boys for their cruel insults. Having little stones thrown at his naked boy by such youngsters also compounded his misery. The tiny missiles rarely hurt physically but his pride was further injured by each successful strike.

Marius' soles had been hardened because, when still a free boy and the master's son, he had often run shoeless around his father's farm in play. However, his feet nevertheless now became sore because of both the general effect of the weight he was carrying as he trod on the uneven road and the more specific cuts created by the sharp stones on which he was unable to avoid stepping. Eventually each pace he took he left a few red spots of his own blood behind.

In these troublesome circumstances, Marius rather inevitably began to lag behind Crastus' little caravan and, in his desperation to keep up, he had stumbled a few times and cut his knees. Some blood oozed from the cuts and here too flies buzzed and crawled.

Glancing up, Marius eventually noticed that the horsemen were now far away, approaching a small pinewood. The boy then saw Crastus rein in his horse and dismount at the side of the road.

Marius immediately broke into a stumbling run, as he was desperate to catch up before Crastus began again to use his whip on Pannychis. As the extremely weary boy advanced, he felt as though his lungs were going to burst.

Marius eventually arrived at the edge of the wood and dropped to his knees, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. After finally recovering, the boy began to take in his new surrounds.

The shade of the pine trees in which Marius now found himself seemed very dark after the glare of the sun on the open road. The warm air was also heavy with the scent of pine needles. The only sounds were the murmur of crickets and the trickle of running water, coming from a small stream, welling from a tumble of rocks, which had been diverted to fill a stone trough before running away under the adjacent road by way of a culvert.

Crastus and his men had dismounted from their horses and given the reins to Pulchellus to hold whilst they splashed the cool water of the trough over their faces and drank deeply. Marius' own mouth and throat were also very parched but he now knew without being told that he should wait until the adults had finished before attempting to slake his thirst.

Meanwhile, Pulchellus had led the horses to where the overflow from the trough formed a narrow brook. The boy let the animals drink and also satisfied his own copious thirst there.

Crastus and his men subsequently moved away from the trough and Marius sidled nervously forward, believing that surely he could now drink. The boy was then just about to dip his face into the water when there was an enraged roar from behind him.

"Move away from there, filth," Crastus was shouting to Marius, "as we don't want our drinking water polluted by dirt like you. Drink with the other animals!"

Marius dutifully backed quickly away and turned towards the place where the happily watching Pulchellus was watering the horses. "Don't come here yet," the other slightly older boy loudly sneered in response, "as there's no room. Wait your turn!"

Marius compliantly squatted down on the bare earth to wait, ashamed that he had fallen so far in status that he felt obliged to obey the command of a slaveboy, who had once been so inferior to him on his father's farm. Now, Pulchellus not only apparently possessed Crastus' approval to laud over Sejanus' son but also was the only one of the young pair to be clothed.

After a considerable wait, which Marius believed had been deliberately cruelly prolonged by the other boy, Pulchellus led the horses away from the brook. The 11 year-old therefore finally felt free to scuttle forward to kneel in the mud turned up by the animal's hooves and at last to plunge his face into the cool water.

Marius then suddenly became aware that Pannychis was come to kneel beside him. However, the ravenously thirsty boy initially took little notice.

The two of them, the naked young boy and the scantily clad teenage girl, instead simply knelt side by side, with their heads bent towards the brook and their exposed bottoms consequently raised. Thirst and fatigue had momentarily robbed both Marius and Pannychis of all sense of decorum, modesty and pride.

"Look at them, boss," Varro jeered to Crastus after noticing the sight. He then lecherously asked "Which rump would you prefer, the brat's or the slut's?"

Meanwhile, Marius, having slated his initial thirst, was glancing over his shoulder. He noticed that Crastus and his men were currently sitting on grass some distance way away, eating bread and cheese. Pulchellus was now obsequiously moving among them pouring wine from a goatskin flask.

Marius had realised that, when he was drinking, he exposed his bare bottom to the watching men. However, the boy was simply still too thirsty to care and so he bent his head back towards the brook.

Pannychis was more modest. She made a sadly rather pathetic effort to pull the single sparse fragment of cloth about her waist down over her exposed bottom.

"Leave that be slut," Crastus shouted angrily in response, "as how can we make a sensible choice as to which of you have better rumps unless we can see what's available?" Fearful of the whip, Pannychis hastily withdrew her hands from the cloth to allow her bottom to remain degradingly uncovered whilst she continued to drink.

"I prefer boys' bums every time," Crastus eventually replied in answer to Varro's question, after taking in the relevant scenery. "There's something about a young brat's slim hips and tight little bottom that makes my cock jump to attention. A girl has too much fat on her, all in the wrong places!"

"I dunno," Grynium interrupted to join the conversation, "as the bitch is not a bad looker. I reckon I could fuck her bum and enjoy it." He then ordered Pannychis "Come over here slut and let me have a better look at you."

Pannychis scrambled hastily to her feet and stumbled over to the group of leering men. She had not hesitated to obey the order but Marius could tell, by the way she carried herself, that she was terrified.

When Pannychis arrived amongst the libidinous men, the grinning Grynium reached up and jerked her covering cloth away onto the grassy ground. The girl immediately made an automatic gesture to try to hide her nakedness but she quickly checked herself, letting her open hands fall back to her sides. She then stood facing her tormentors, knowing that she had no choice but to submit to their inspection and to anything else they chose to do to her.

Marius watched Pannychis' humiliation with rage in his heart but he appreciated that he could not intervene. The boy knew that the girl had saved his life but he could do nothing to help her now because any attempt to do so would surely only make matters worse for both of them.

The four men were much bigger and stronger than Marius and Pannychis and were also armed. The clever boy additionally realised that even the law was against the young pair.

Crastus and his colleagues were freeborn citizens on a mission for the Emperor. Meanwhile, Pannychis was already a slave without any rights and Marius had to accept the same effective current status even before being sold at market unless he preferred execution for being the traitor's son. The men therefore basically possessed the legal right to do what they liked to the boy and girl.

Marius was now rather bravely less concerned about his own welfare compared to his fears for Pannychis. He was sure that, if he now attempted to intervene to stop the girl's current torment, the men would shame and hurt her even more, just to punish him. The boy therefore meekly blinked back tears of frustration and forced himself to be still.

"Not bad!" Grynium commented on looking over Pannychis' naked front, which possessed pleasantly rotund breasts and a nice little patch of pubic hair guarding her vagina. He then commanded "Now turn round and kneel on all fours, bitch, with your face to the ground to give me a closer view of your bum!"

Pannychis reluctantly complied, only to find Grynium quickly positioning himself on his own knees immediately behind her, whilst pulling up his tunic above his waist and eagerly casting aside his loincloth underwear. The man's large cock then stood out rigid in front of him, cruelly demanding satisfaction and apparently not put off by the marks of the whip despoiling the girl's rear.

Gripping Pannychis by her hips, Grynium next pulled her back onto his erection, which proceeded to enter her rectum from behind. The girl moaned as the man subsequently rode her body, driving deep into her with increasing force.

Grynium eventually caught hold of Pannychis' shoulders and pulled her backwards until she was kneeling upright. Whilst still thrusting energetically in and out of the girl, the man then gripped her breasts in both hands, squeezing cruelly hard and digging his fingertips into the bare flesh.

Marius could now see the tears flowing down Pannychis' cheeks, as Grynium's thrusts became even harder and faster. However, the girl soon threw her head back, whilst she began to breathe in shorter and more rapid pants. Her whole body subsequently shuddered, after which her rapist pushed her roughly forward and away.

"Any one else want the bitch?" Grynium eventually asked, after he had re-established mental equilibrium after enjoying his orgasmic high and whilst reattaching his loincloth to his sated groin. There was no reply.

"Move your filthy carcass out of here," Grynium therefore shouted at Pannychis, whilst planting a hefty kick on her bottom, "as I've finished with you!" The girl obediently began to scurry back towards Marius but not quickly enough to prevent the man booting her once more.

"I can't think her bum was as good to fuck as Pulchellus' was last night," Varro now suggested, as he watched Pannychis pick up her discarded cloth cover and scuttle towards Marius, whilst spilt cum dripped from her bottom. "A girl is different to a boy," Grynium replied, "and in my opinion both are worth sampling!"

"Well that's probably true," Crastus commented whilst laughing, "but which is the better to fuck?" The men then began to debate the issue among themselves, whilst remembering and comparing slaves of both genders whose bodies they had enjoyed. However, they eventually grew quieter and one by one, wearied by the heat of the day and their recent repast, they all dropped off to sleep.

Marius, who was again close to tears, now moved closer to Pannychis. She was now lying on her face on the ground and he could see her shoulders heaving as she sobbed silently.

"Pannychis, I'm sorry," Marius announced quietly, with deep sorrow evident in his quaking voice and whilst touching her hair softly, "as I'm the cause of all this!" In response, the girl turned her tearstained face towards the boy.

"It's not the abuse and whipping that the men have subjected me to that has caused me to cry now," Pannychis then honestly confessed, "but the fact that I enjoyed having that man in me. I didn't want to but I did. A slave whore is therefore definitely what I am and that's all I obviously deserve to be!"

Marius said nothing in reply. The clever boy knew that was too young to know what was proper to say in such circumstances and he did not want to upset the girl further through an immaturely clumsy verbal response. He therefore just sat with his hand resting on Pannychis' head in an attempt to pacify her tears and eventually her sobbing stilled and she slept.

"I'm a pretty boy," Marius subsequently whispered to himself, "because everyone says that I am. I'll therefore be bought by a rich man and I'll work so hard to please him that he'll eventually set me free and give me a lot of money."

"I'll then find Pannychis," Marius added in whisper, "and buy her and set her free too, and she won't be a slave any longer. It may take a long time but I swear by the gods that I'll do it!"

Shortly afterwards, Marius was also asleep, as the gods looked down on him, having decided that there could be no easy way for the traitor's son to accomplish his oath.

(To be continued)