The Traitor's Son Chapter 24
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XXIV

Felix gestured and the four adult servants watching at the edges of the courtyard obediently hurried off. They soon returned with two beautiful naked boys in their firm grip.

One of the boys, Giton, was a slim 12 year-old with fair curls, whilst the other, Nisus, was bigger, being 15, and dark haired. Both were somewhat bruised and both were clearly very frightened.

The servants released their grasp on the boys after they had approached Scyrax's couch. Giton and Nisus immediately threw themselves to the ground at their master's feet and reverently pressed their lips against the golden plaque inscribed with the crude phallic symbol. Their cute but seriously endangered bare bottoms were therefore nicely exposed for viewing by the young spectators and adults behind them.

Scyrax sat silent for a moment, staring coldly at the prostrating boys. "You are thieves," the fat man then declared angrily, "as you both know that your bodies and all the service and enjoyment that can be rung from them belong to me and yet you deliberately chose to go off together to pleasure each other secretly. Furthermore, I was preparing Giton to sell and I would have obtained a good price for him, as a blond 12 year-old virgin."

"I have also not just lost the extra profit," Scyrax continued, "from selling a virgin. I could have additionally seriously damaged my good reputation if you had succeeded in evading the watchful eyes of my good loyal Felix and I had attempted to sell Giton at auction as fresh untouched flesh when he was in fact damaged goods!"

"As thieves you deserve to be crucified or fed to the animals in the amphitheatre," Scyrax suggested before deliberately pausing to make the boys worry that he might indeed send them to such an appalling fate. However, the fat man eventually added "But, as always, I am too kind-hearted and I shall therefore be more merciful, although in your wicked cases not too much so!"

"Giton, you will be beaten badly," Scyrax announced, pronouncing sentence without hearing from anyone about what precisely happened between the two boys in the storeroom, "and shall leave this house as soon as possible to be sold for what you can fetch as, what you are, a common little whore. Nisus, as the elder of the pair of you and therefore someone who should have been more responsible, you too will be flogged but even more severely. Later, when you have recovered from the flagellation sufficiently to know and feel what is being done to you, I shall render you incapable of offending in a similar way again!"

The six eunuchs in the courtyard secretly rejoiced that the beautiful but naughty Nisus would soon be turned into one of their own number. They hoped that they could be witnesses when Scyrax used his gelding knife.

Meanwhile, Nisus immediately showed how brave and selfless he was by raising his face from the ground and begging for mercy not for himself but for the other younger boy. However, this display of bravado was assisted by the fact that the youth's distressed mind had not yet realised what Scyrax had meant when he had promised 'I shall render you incapable of offending in a similar way again'.

"Master," Nisus pleaded, "please don't punish Giton. I tricked him into going into the storeroom. He didn't know what I planned. I also didn't fuck him. I just ripped his loincloth off and was rubbing my cock along his bumcrack against his will until…….."

Nisus paused, apparently too ashamed to admit what he intended the conclusion of his action to have been. He instead suggested "You can therefore still sell Giton as a virgin for a good price, Master. I honestly didn't enter him. He also wasn't a willing partner. Consequently, punish me but not him!"

In response, Scyrax did not question the pleading youth. He instead asked of Felix "Did you hear any protests or struggles from the storeroom whilst all this was happening?" The secretary answered "No, Sir, I just entered because I knew that the two boys were in there and appeared to be lingering. When I arrived, Nisus was doing what he describes but whilst masturbating Giton from behind, and the latter appeared to be enjoying himself!"

Scyrax returned his attention to Nisus. "Your entreaty on behalf of Giton," the fat man now announced, "is dismissed. The young whore might not have known what you intended when you took him into the storeroom but he certainly knew soon enough afterwards and he did not protest or resist your actions but instead enjoyed it. He is therefore as guilty of disobedience and theft as you and so will still be severely punished, although not as much as you will be!"

"But I told him," the pleading youth exclaimed in desperation, whilst courageously continuing to display more concern for Giton than himself, "I would kill him if he protested or resisted, Master. It's not his…….." However, Scyrax interrupted by suggesting "Even if what you say is true, the young whore nevertheless put his miserable life above the duty he owes to me. He therefore still deserves severe chastisement and that's what he'll now receive. Be silent, Nisus, unless you want me to have your tongue removed as well as well as other parts of your anatomy. You've already earned extra punishment for having the impertinence to raise your head from the ground and address me without permission!"

Nisus now finally realised in horror what Scyrax had earlier threatened in addition to an imminent flogging. He also sensed correctly that his entreaties on behalf of Giton were never going to succeed and that escape from their respective fates would be impossible.

Consequently, Nisus' chin slumped onto his chest and soon sobs could be heard. Copious tears could also be seen dropping onto the ground.

Scyrax ignored Nisus' descent into forlorn sobbing and instead now addressed the younger miscreant, whilst simultaneously quietly indicating that motives of profit superseded those of his inherent sadism, which would have liked to see the boy even more comprehensively punished. "If I'm to remove you, Giton, from my household as soon as possible," the fat man declared, "I may as well still attempt to secure as good a price for you as I can in order to try to recoup some of my investment in you. You will still be beaten, brat, but to aid quick recovery and disposal your back and bottom will be excused the attentions of the whip."

The predominance of Scyrax's commercialism in his attitudes actually also extended to Nisus' proposed punishment. There were two reasons for this phenomenon.

First, Nisus' imminent flogging would be comprehensive. However, as delivered by an expert, the whipping would not mark him for life.

Second, Nisus' later castration would not reduce his market price but would probably instead increase his value. The only reasons why Scyrax did not geld all of his slaveboys were because the market for eunuchs was limited and fatal infections after surgery sometimes caused losses. He preferred the purchasers to take such risks, although he was occasionally prepared to accept the gamble, as with the miscreant youth now, in order to present an example to the other boys.

In Scyrax's opinion, such an example should not just help to maintain order amongst his current stock of boys. Household gossip should also ensure that future arrivals became aware of the potential appalling consequences of disobeying instructions not to indulge in sexual activity without permission.

"Fetch the staff!" Scyrax subsequently commanded of Dictys, who reluctantly collected a sinister bloodstained wooden pole, which was thicker and longer than a broom handle. An audible gasp of horror arose amongst the boys watching proceedings, as all, with the exception of the newcomer, Marius, knew what Giton was about to suffer.

The four attendant white servants also knew and, without needing a command from Scyrax, two of them immediately stepped forward to grab Giton by the arms and throw him roughly on his back on the sand-covered ground. They then held the naked boy's arms firmly above his head, despite his struggles and pleas for mercy, whilst the other pair of eunuchs tied his ankles separately and slightly apart to the staff.

Lifting Sulis from his lap and onto his feet, Scyrax next heaved himself from his couch and waddled over to where Giton lay prone. On arrival, the fat man visually checked the cord immovably binding the still pleading boy's ankles to the staff.

Satisfied with the efficacy of the bondage but displeased with Giton's entreaties, Scyrax subsequently picked up a cane from the nearby jar. Standing slightly to one side, he then viciously lashed the implement hard and accurately between the boy's legs, somehow missing his flaccid penis but striking both of his young immature testicles in the process. The 12 year-old's pleas were consequently immediately terminated and were replaced instead by a vociferous scream.

"No, please stop, Master, please stop!" the still tearful Nisus took up the entreaties in reaction, whilst jumping to his feet and running towards the scene in a desperate and doomed attempt to help Giton. However, the black African servant intervened by stepping forward and slamming his fist into the boy's face.

Nisus crashed to the floor, with blood streaming from his nose and mouth. After witnessing the incident, Scyrax ordered his black servant to "Pick the slut up and hold him so that he can see his little whore punished!"

The grinning black servant was happy to oblige and soon Nisus was squirming and twisting in the eunuch's grasp, desperate to stop Giton's imminent punishment. However, the struggles of the naked boy proved useless, as the immensely strong African's hold remained resolutely secure.

Returning his attention to Giton, whose current excruciation was made worse by not being able to grasp his agonised balls, Scyrax commented, whilst again raising his cane, "Your genitals are what you sinned with. Consequently, they're what we're going to beat first!"

Four times Scyrax cut Giton across the balls, whilst two eunuchs happily strained to hold the pole and the other pair the boy's hands steady on the paving. Throughout the process, the now copiously tearful 12 year-old's screams and pleas for mercy echoed around the courtyard, along with the similarly useless entreaties still coming from Nisus, who could not escape the black servant's strong grasp. The youth's despair and distress was made worse by the sight and feel of the harsh whip that would soon comprehensively flog him, the handle of which was still in the African's hand.

Scyrax eventually stepped back to admire his work. The fat man saw that Giton's previously smooth and creamy nicely proportioned scrotum was now vividly red, with four scarlet stripes particularly prominent.

"If I continue," Scyrax remarked with a smirk, "I'd probably do to the whore what I definitely will do soon to his older lover, albeit with my gelding knife and not the cane. I suppose I'd therefore better desist and target something else!"

What this next target was to be was quickly discovered by Giton. The boy soon felt the first lash of Scyrax's cane hit the vulnerable soles of his feet, which, with the exception of his balls, represented the part of his young and beautiful anatomy that was most susceptible to feeling intense pain.

Scyrax's subsequent strokes were not particularly hard but they were delivered with firm and steady accuracy. Consequently, Giton lay relatively quiet whilst the first few were delivered but eventually the boy was screaming and thrashing about on the ground, as the cumulative effect of the cane hitting his soles mounted and acute excruciation again began to consume his whole body.

The thump of the cane across Giton's bare feet, his resultant anguished howls of pain, the thudding of his tearstained screaming head on the marble paving, as he writhed in agony, and the cruel laughter of the watching servants, who were all thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, rapidly dominated the courtyard. Meanwhile, the witnessing Marius was appalled but his lovely blue eyes could still not refrain from watching.

Giton's screams eventually began to weaken and his writhings became less wild. Scyrax, whose plentiful experiences of punishing boys enabled him to recognise when his victims' mental functions were starting defensively to shut down, therefore stopped his caning of the 12 year-old's now red- raw feet.

"I think that's enough," Scyrax subsequently rasped, "so release the brat!" His servants immediately complied and the boy's arms quickly lost their firm manual restriction and the cords binding his ankles to the pole were soon untied.

Scyrax then look down into Giton's tearstained and still sobbing face and kicked the naked prone boy hard in the ribs. "Get to your feet, whore," the fat man simultaneously ordered, "and take your place amongst the other brats!"

Giton somehow began to obey, to be rewarded, as he literally hopped in agony from foot to foot towards the boys who had just watched his chastisement, with loud laughter from Scyrax and the other adults present. The pained and shamed boy felt as though he was walking on burning coals as he proceeded and so was very relieved when he was eventually sitting amongst his fellows, some of whose bottoms were still hurting from their own earlier punishments.

"That's the entree out of the way," Scyrax next commented, whilst turning towards Nisus, who was still in the black servant's firm grip, "so now for the main course." "String the other slut up by his wrists," the fat man subsequently ordered of the African, "and whip him with your usual expertise, as my arm is now a little weary!"

Two of the paler eunuch servants helped proceedings by taking the struggling Nisus away from their darker colleague and dragged him over to where Scyrax stood. A rope was then thrown over a beam of the courtyard pergola by one of the others.

One end of the rope was next tied around Nisus' slim wrists, initially fastening them in front of his naked body. However, the twine was quickly drawn tight so that the boy was forced to stand with his hands high above his head, with the tips of his toes just touching the ground.

Scyrax subsequently ran his hands over Nisus' smooth taut body, whilst saliva dribbled from a corner of his smirking mouth. The front of his tunic also bulged where the garment covered his crotch, clearly indicating that he was very aroused by the prospect of what he was about to watch.

Scyrax lingered for a while when fondling Nisus' hairless genitals. Amidst this process, he weighed the boy's scrotum, above which his cock had become instinctively rigid because of the manual attentions and despite his terror about what was now to be inflicted on him. "I'm looking forward, slut," the fat man commented, whilst purposefully feeling the 15 year-old's balls, "to extracting these soon!"

Nisus' long and slender uncut cock had been deprived of satisfaction for several weeks, which was the main reason why his raging teenage hormones had tempted him to try to have sex with Giton, to whom he had secretly been particularly attracted for a long time. Unfortunately, Felix had discovered their furtive liaison before the older boy had gained such gratification.

For this reason and equally unfortunately, Nisus' desperate genitals now reacted to his master's manual and verbal attentions by succumbing to orgasm and exploding, soiling Scyrax's tunic with plentiful creamy ejaculate. The infuriated fat man, who still held the cane with which he had beaten Giton's soles, initially reacted by describing the boy as a "Disgusting filthy slut!" He then followed up his comment by lashing his rod down onto the 15 year-old's still erect cock, which was now dribbling extraneous cum, and subsequently launching an uppercut against his scrotum, whilst further remaking "My gelding knife will soon cure you of your disgraceful habits!"

Scyrax furiously repeated the action with his cane on several more occasions until weariness rather than merciful compulsion encouraged him to desist and return to his couch to allow his black servant to take over the task of punishing Nisus. The fat man consequently left behind a boy who was already sobbing and in deep anguish before the African had even begun to lash him with his harsh whip.

Before Scyrax seated himself on his couch, his attendant dark curly-haired slaveboy had already dutifully cleaned his master's soiled tunic with a cloth as best he could. The fat man had also lifted his garment above his waist, exposing a vast belly covered in a matt of dark hair, and pulled off his loincloth, revealing a long and fat cock, which was fully erect and pressing demandingly up against his obese stomach's bulging overhang.

Scyrax subsequently collapsed onto his seat and reached out for Sulis. However, on this occasion, the fat man did not lift the boy onto his lap but pulled his pretty face down into his sweaty and smelly crotch. The 10 year-old's head was soon moving backwards and forwards, amidst audible licking and sucking sounds, as the child dutifully began the obviously required chore.

Whilst Sulis compliantly licked and sucked as he had been trained to do, Scyrax glanced and nodded at his black servant, who obediently readied his sinister whip for action. The lash was of well-oiled plaited leather that glistened darkly and moved in his hand like an ebony snake, coiled and ready to strike.

The black servant carefully measured his distance and swung his whip back over his shoulder. Moving his right foot forward so that he could bring the whole strength of his body into play, he then, with expertise gained through vast experience of flagellating boys, made the lash crash ferociously down across Nisus' bare back. Leather impacting on naked flesh simultaneously produced the usual unmistakable cracking noise.

The lash curled round Nisus' body, the tip cutting the tightly drawn skin of his chest. The force of the ferocious blow also knocked the boy off his feet and for a moment he swung suspended by his wrists as his toes instinctively scrabbled desperately for purchase. Meanwhile, his scream was loud and shrill and scarcely human.

The black servant subsequently plied the whip mercilessly and Nisus shrieked, leapt and twisted under the lash's remorselessly regular impact in a loud wild dance of pain and suffering. Blood also began to trickle down the boy's back and flanks, as the scourge started to tear his skin at points revisited or where the tip hit.

Nisus had been positioned side-on to Scyrax's couch, so that the fat man could watch both the back and front of the boy's lovely contours being flogged, which was the original intent. Such an expanse of young flesh was deemed appropriate in order to maximise his suffering without causing permanent damage that would seriously reduce his future market value.

Scyrax was therefore able to watch a phenomenon that was remarkably common during beatings. "It's amazing, isn't it," the fat man was consequently, on sighting the literal development, encouraged to shout to his black servant above the sound of the whip hitting sweet and tender boyish flesh and the screams from the young victim, "how the cocks of many brats, especially the older ones, become hard during a prolonged flogging, even to the point of climax." The clear evidence for this comment was the return to fulsome throbbing erection of Nisus' penis, despite, or perhaps strangely more correctly because of, the excruciation he was suffering.

"I bet this brat orgasms again too," Scyrax sinisterly added, "and, if he does, give his miscreant genitals a couple of lashes from your whip." Unfortunately for Nisus, the fat man's forecast subsequently proved correct, after his black servant began to make the boy's sublime buttocks instead of his ravished back a target for his scourge.

Simultaneous to the fourth savage blow hitting Nisus' bottom, the boy did not scream but instead grunted loudly. His swinging body also arched forward at the same time and his almost vertical erection, seemingly standing proudly upright, erupted with more ejaculate. The semen initially flowed into the air like the water in some of the nearby fountains before finally succumbing to gravity and falling onto the sand covering the marble paving below.

On observing Nisus' perverse reaction to his whipping, the black servant needed no further command from his master to reposition himself in front of the orgasmic boy. He also required no second order to aim his lash at the 15 year- old's unruly genitals, where the cock was still drooling cum and had not yet softened, and which were still red and marked from the earlier attentions of Scyrax's cane.

Not having whole genitals himself, the jealous black servant particularly relished in beating boys' sexual organs. The watching Scyrax also sadistically did not mind perpetrating or witnessing such action.

The black servant soon crashed his lash down hard on Nisus' cock before the penis had had time to soften, immediately opening a bloody cut on the upper service of the shaft. Amidst his resultant agony and screaming, the boy immediately raised his legs into the air by bending them at the knees. This instinctive reaction was to attempt to give, as his hands were unavailable to undertake the duty, his deeply pained genitals some comfort and defence. However, gravity ensured that such succour and protection could not remain in place for long.

The black servant only had to wait for a short period before Nisus' wearied legs were reluctantly lowered again and the eunuch could launch his lash again at the boy's genitals. On this occasion, he delivered an uppercut, which struck the undersides of his shrieking young victim's scrotum and now flaccid cock, once more creating a bloody cut.

Nisus could not subsequently recall actually climaxing and shooting copious sperm onto the ground whilst under the whip. He later vaguely remembered experiencing a strange sensation of intense ecstasy amidst much suffering, a tiny island of acute pleasure amongst a huge ocean of abject misery. However, he had not realised the cause until he was told, whilst still recovering several days afterwards, by another young slave.

The black servant now returned to giving attention to Nisus' rear. Eventually, each time that a blow landed a light red haze was thrown up and once or twice the eunuchs watching from nearby had to wipe the boy's splattered blood from their faces and tunics. For a period, the young victim's screams even combined into a constant high wail but, as the flogging progressed further, the volume slowly abated until the only sound coming from him was a low groan when the whip struck home.

Consequently, in order to enliven his young white victim, the black servant arranged for his fellow eunuchs to throw occasional buckets of cold water over Nisus, which they did with relish. As the fluid subsequently ran down the boy's body, the liquid took on a pinkish tinge by mixing with his blood.

For a time, the water also did enliven Nisus so that he could once more fully appreciate his excruciation. The evidence for such revitalisation came from his increased groaning and the sight of his toes scrabbling weakly at the now wet and bloody sand below him.

Having well bloodied and marked Nisus' back and buttocks, whilst always being expertly careful not to inflict damage that would endure by leaving permanent scarring, the black servant turned his attention to the rear of the boy's legs. By now, the 15 year-old had ceased his struggle to keep his feet, as the hurt to his wrists resulting from his suspension was nothing in comparison to what his torso was suffering. His body therefore simply hung limply, jerking to and fro under the impact of the lash.

As the black servant now struck the rear of Nisus' legs for the first time, the watching Scyrax cried out. Moments later, Sulis hunkered back onto his knees, with cum trickling down his chin.

Scyrax subsequently lowered his tunic to cover his sated crotch but did not bother to reapply his loincloth whilst he watched the rear of Nisus' legs becoming as bloody and marked as his back and buttocks until the black servant eventually stopped his whipping. By now, the swinging boy was utterly silent. Buckets of cold water proved incapable of enlivening him.

"I believe, Sir," the black servant reluctantly advised his master, "that the slut's inured to further suffering and so now is the time to stop the whipping. Flogging his front would have little purpose."

"I'm sure you're right," Scyrax replied, with disappointment evident in his voice and whilst again rather clumsily standing up from his couch, "which just shows you what a coward he is. Anyone braver would have suffered for much longer!"

Scyrax then walked over to Nisus and taking the gently swinging boy's chin between his finger and thumb tipped back his drooping head, on which the eyes were currently closed. The fat man now saw that his young slave had in his agony bitten through his lower lip so that blood mixed with tears and nasal mucus trickled down from his mouth.

In reaction to Scyrax's tipping of his chin, Nisus' eyes suddenly blinked open. The acutely agonised boy subsequently initially stared about wildly before focusing on his master's cruel smirking face.

Nisus, feeling overwhelming excruciation surging through his comprehensively flagellated body, then screamed loudly, although he was later unable to judge whether the immense pain or the sight of his sadistic master had caused this loud reaction. In response, Scyrax laughed, bent forward and kissed the boy hard on his bleeding lips.

Scyrax subsequently turned to his black servant, whose muscular bare chest was splattered with Nisus' blood, and ordered "Dismiss the other brats back to their dormitories without supper. They can thank the two whores we've just punished for the lack of food!"

Scyrax added "Make the brats file pass Nisus on their way to the dormitories so that they can closely confirm what happens to slaves who break my most important rules. Then cut him down and tend his back and buttocks. When he can walk and is fully conscious again bring him once more to me at one of my daily gatherings with my slaveboys."

Scyrax sinisterly added "I want Nisus to feel the knife and know fully what is being done to him when I complete his punishment in front of the other brats!"