The Traitor's Son Chapters 25-27
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XXV

"Dictys, take our new little friend, Mariullus, together with Sulis here, personally to the dormitory," Scyrax commanded, whilst the barely conscious Nisus was finally being lowered to the ground by the black servant, "and see them settled there. The younger brat can tomorrow help to introduce the newcomer to his new life. After you've delivered them, come back, as I want you tonight!"

Dictys bowed reverently and, after collecting the two named smaller boys, led them further into the generally luxurious interior of his master's great mansion. Scyrax himself remained on his couch, beaming indulgently as his young slaves, some with hurting bottoms, filed silently out of the courtyard, whilst occasionally gazing in horror back at Nisus' well-whipped body. The fat man also laughed again when he noticed Giton forced literally to hop away because of his very sore feet.

With the exception of the black servant, who was attending to Nisus, the eunuchs present simultaneously began to sweep up the bloody sand scattered over the marble paving, whilst the dark curly haired slaveboy attendant on Scyrax refilled his master's wine goblet. Soon afterwards, the well-whipped boy also departed from the scene, over one of the shoulders of the African who had happily inflicted the flogging.

Marius now discovered that Scyrax's slaveboys slept at the very back of the residence. Their dormitory was a single long rectangular spotlessly clean room, with a well-scrubbed tile floor and barred windows set high on bare whitewashed walls.

Dictys collected a spare light mattress from near to the door. After subsequently spreading the bedding on an empty part of the dormitory floor, he settled his two weary charges on top.

Sulis, whose chin was still soiled by some of Scyrax's cum, briefly whimpered, as his caned bottom momentarily met cloth. However, he quickly repositioned himself on his side and, despite the dulling pain and his hunger through the lack of supper, was soon as soundly asleep as the new boy sharing the straw-filled mattress.

Dictys actually stayed long enough to oversee the pair of beautiful naked younger boys drift rapidly into deep sleep. The youth even briefly remained standing nearby, looking down at them with a half-smile on his own handsome face because he rather fancied both Marius and Sulis.

Dictys longed to love passionately and be the recipient of similar affection. However, in the restricted claustrophobic male-only environment of his master's house, where young slaves once admitted did not leave except to be sold, it was only possible to become sexually involved with his own kind and then solely at Scyrax's instigation. The latter development invariably meant that the fat man wanted to watch such action.

As Dictys continued to look at the pretty forms of the naked and slumbering Marius and Sulis, his cock began to grown again under his tunic and he was once more tempted somehow to gain relief from his frustrations. However, Nisus' recent agony had clearly demonstrated the fate that awaited those who were caught sinning against Scyrax's sexual proscriptions.

The highly considerate Dictys would have loved to save Nisus from his whipping and planned castration, not least because he rather fancied that boy too. However, the youth was realistic enough to appreciate that such salvation was impossible.

Not only was escape from Scyrax's house very difficult because the tall surrounding walls gave the residence fortress-like protection but also there was nowhere realistically to flee. Captured and returned fugitive slaves additionally generally ended up as an example to others on the cross or being eaten by animals in the amphitheatre. Dictys therefore concluded that being whipped and castrated was better for Nisus than being crucified or fed to wild beasts.

Dictys eventually regretfully turned and walked away from the slumbering forms of Marius and Sulis. The youth did so to avoid further temptation and because he knew that he was wanted by Scyrax and he must not keep his cruel master waiting for too long.

Dictys departed, happy in the knowledge that none of the other boys now crowding the dormitory would trouble Marius or Sulis. Disturbing the peace by messing about in the sleeping quarters, as in any other part of Scyrax's house, was punishable and, as the youth had just witnessed, the penalty for molestation was extreme.

Consequently, the boys attempted to behave as well in the dormitory as elsewhere and in fact most had already now settled themselves on their own shared double mattresses. Despite the fact that about forty naturally energetic young males were present, only muted whispers between neighbours broke the quietude, as the light flowing in from the high windows lessened with the setting of the sun.

As Dictys departed, he wondered whether he would be allowed to return during the night to his own mattress, which, like the others, he shared with another boy, who was also someone he fancied. However, attraction was as far as their relationship had gone because the first job Scyrax's eunuchs did in the morning was to scour the dormitory for signs of sperm on the bedding, the tiled floor and the bodies of the young slaves. Again, Nisus had just provided a good example as to what would happen if traces of semen were discovered and, in such circumstances, if the miscreant procreators of the ejaculate could not be ascertained or did not confess, everyone was flogged. This unpleasant possibility invariably induced the innocent to point out the guilty.

As Dictys returned to Scyrax, he wondered whether he would be spending the night in the fat man's bed, as he had often done over the last 5 years, being his master's favourite, or in that of one of the dinner guests, for his owner never ate alone. Either way, the youth appreciated that he would find no love but instead probably some pain of both the mental and physical type. The 16 year-old also shivered nervously at the thought that he might be given for sex to a certain similarly aged young patrician.

There were only two consolations amidst Dictys' thoughts. First was the hope that Scyrax might have forgotten his annoyance at the help the youth had given to Sulis. Second was his wish, despite his master's earlier threat of keeping him chaste for another few weeks, that he might be permitted to cum tonight to give him some sexual relief.

As Dictys passed the sacred sanctuary of the household gods and the Emperors Augustus and Tiberius, pausing to bow to the deities as Sulis had so unfortunately forgotten to do, he, however, sincerely begged of the divinities that he did not ejaculate without permission. The youth appreciated that such a breach of self-discipline, perhaps perpetrated as his prostate was tickled by a man's cock, would result in his own punishment across the flogging bench at tomorrow's gathering of slaveboys with their mutual master.

Chapter XXVI

Marius arose the next morning to find the similarly naked Sulis beside him on the mattress already wide-awake but on his side looking the other away. The long dormitory was silent and otherwise empty.

Marius lay quietly for a while, watching the motes of dust dancing in the shafts of sunlight from the narrow windows set high in the whitewashed walls. This morning represented the first time for days that he had been allowed to wake naturally and he wanted to idle a bit longer.

Unfortunately, memories of the previous day suddenly came flooding to his mind, and so the brief moment of mental peace was sadly banished. Consternation instead gripped him, as he remembered the hiss of the cane and whip, the sharp crack of wood and leather hitting bare tender flesh and the screams of suffering boys. He had heard and seen enough in his few hours in Scyrax's house to fear incurring the owner's displeasure.

Turning to Sulis, who was a year younger and had not yet noticed that his slightly older companion was awake, Marius greeted him politely with a "Good morning!" These words induced the other boy to turn round, carefully avoiding any contact between his bottom and the mattress as he did so.

Worried that perhaps they should be somewhere else, given the absence of the other boys from the dormitory, Marius followed up his greeting by immediately next asking "What are we supposed to be doing now?" In response, Sulis, with one nipple displaying a little scab and his chin still stained by dried cum, rather nonchalantly stretched sleepily on his side.

"I was waiting for you to wake up," Sulis eventually replied, "so that we could both go to the baths to prepare ourselves for the hours ahead. I've been told by Dictys on behalf of Scyrax to look after you on your first full day here and show you how the household operates. Such care began with allowing you to enjoy an extended sleep after what was described to me as an apparently harrowing and wearying journey here. The other boys were up at dawn to wash, groom, dress and have breakfast before embarking on their assigned duties."

Sulis, demonstrating great suppleness, subsequently, with one lithe movement, and whilst again carefully avoiding contact between his bottom and the mattress, jumped onto his feet. The boy then turned round in front of the still prone Marius and asked "How does my bum look?" He also twisted his cute body in an effort to obtain his own view of the pert buttocks in question.

Marius knelt to examine visually the other boy's bare bottom seriously. His sensuous blue eyes discovered welts cutting across the smooth curves of Sulis' buttocks. The flesh around the wheals was reddish purple and dark blue, with undertones of sickly yellow and green where the deeper bruising was beginning to show through. Here and there were also darker, almost black, marks, where the cane had drawn blood.

The sight of Sulis' ravaged bottom frightened but at the same time strangely excited Marius. As a consequence, he felt fresh tingling in his groin and his cock began to harden again.

Nevertheless, whilst attempting his ignore his cock's unruliness, Marius announced to Sulis "Your bum's badly marked but I doubt permanently." He subsequently could not resist the temptation to reach out and gingerly touch one of the angriest wheals with a fingertip.

In reaction, Sulis winced and so Marius quickly withdrew his fingertip. "It's certainly still sore, as Scyrax definitely knows how to use the cane well," the younger boy subsequently commented in further response, albeit with rather incongruous cheerfulness suddenly evident in his voice, "but, for the same reason, I'm also sure that you're right and the damage will eventually disappear. I've been told by Dictys that our master only sends perfect physical specimens to market and so will not allow permanent injury to be inflicted, as that would seriously hurt not only his reputation for the choicest goods but also the price he obtains." There was actually no resentment in his voice as he said these words, instead just respect for and even a certain pride in the skill of his owner.

"Dictys says," Sulis continued, "that he has known the occasional mistake made during the 5 years that he's been here when beatings have gone too far but these have been very rare and never deliberate. Scyrax has then been forced to sell, at reduced profit if not actual loss, the poor boys concerned to another trader, known for more mundane goods, in order to preserve his market reputation. I just hope that I prove not to be someone disposed of this manner!"

Sulis now turned round to face the kneeling Marius and he caught sight of the slightly older boy's stiff little penis. "Hey," the amused 10 year-old therefore remarked with a smile, "you're like Dictys. His cock's always going hard when he looks at my bum." "He fancies me, you know," he added with evident pride, "and I like him a lot because he's looked after me as much as he can ever since I arrived here. However, I can't thank him for all his kindnesses towards me in the way that I realise he'd enjoy because Scyrax would cut his balls off if he caught us together."

"I'm therefore unlikely to be able to thank Dictys in the way he desires," Sulis suggested, "especially as he's told me that he'll soon be sold because Scyrax never keeps any slaveboy after the age of 16. He naturally wants to go to a better home and master. I share his hope and wish him well."

In response to Sulis' remark about his little erection, Marius somehow did not feel ashamed. The boy was instead somewhat proud, especially as he appeared to share the increasingly common phenomenon with the nice Dictys.

"How did you end up here?" Marius therefore changed subject, whilst standing up and now being apparently rather happily nonchalant about having his seemingly proud erection observed. "I could ask the same of you," Sulis replied, "but whist we talk here we're delaying being fed. After toileting, bathing, grooming and dressing, we can go to the kitchen for breakfast. I'm famished and I bet you are too."

A sudden rumbling within Marius' cute tummy immediately caused the boy to confirm that he was indeed hungry, whilst remembering that he had only once been fed over the last few days since leaving his late father's former country estate. The promise of finally being able to cover his embarrassing nakedness was also a stimulant to action. As a result, the two naked boys were soon rushing to that part of the baths complex of Scyrax's large residence reserved for the young slaves, with Sulis leading the way.

As the pair progressed along ornate corridors, they observed other boys dutifully at work, cleaning and polishing and performing other chores, such as carrying provisions to the kitchen and going on errands. Some were under the supervision of Scyrax's eunuchs, who carried long but very thin whips, designed to sting bare flesh rather than hurt more seriously, which they obviously occasionally utilised to encourage efficiency and productivity.

Sulis first guided Marius to the young slaves' rectangular communal toilet, where they sat on small stone benches, which circuited the walls and possessed at regular distances round holes in them. Running water in a channel below competently washed their waste away, whilst sponges on sticks were afterwards used to clean bottoms.

Marius subsequently discovered that the amenity was, like the dormitory and baths to come, large and spartan but also spotlessly clean and organised. He had already learnt, from some of the chastisements inflicted on the previous day, that the pristine appearance and good order was, as with most parts of Scyrax's house, maintained in line with their varying duty schedules by the slaveboys. They would be punished for clumsiness, error or lack of effort or quality in their work.

Marius and Sulis soon next reached the washing facility. Normal Roman amenities of this type generally comprised a room for rubbing on and scraping off olive oil, which was the normal method of cleaning a body, plus three baths, which were essentially for both relaxation and stimulus. One of the latter would usually be warm, another hot and steamy and the third a cold plunge.

Given Scyrax's mean character, he naturally afforded his boys not only no oil but also only a cold bath. This facility was made chilly, even in the hot summer, by the facts that there were no windows in the young slaves' amenity and the water was brought to Rome mainly in tunnels and closed aqueducts rather than open ones from distant mountainsides.

Scyrax refused to expend unnecessarily in respect of his boys, including wasting fuel on heating water for them. However, personal sexual preferences and income considerations did encourage him to be generous over clothing, perfumes, diet and an excellent doctor, who was an expensive freedman of Greek origin. This physician would, of course, assist in overseeing Nisus' eventual safe castration and subsequent successful recovery, after his master had punitively gelded him, so that the new 15 year-old eunuch could be resold profitably at market.

Given his late father's wealth, Marius was accustomed at home to using all three kinds of bath, and with slaves to attend him. He had never liked the final quick cold plunge but had always bravely endured such an ending to his daily ablutions because of custom, the fact that it was supposed to vitalise the body and for appearances, as he did not want to appear cowardly.

Now, the cold bath, which was constantly refreshed by the residence's clever plumbing system, appeared to represent the only way to wash himself, with the sponges and crude perfumed soap provided, and, as such, Marius would be compelled to stay longer in the chilly water. However, as he did not want to appear cowardly in front of Sulis, who, being more accustomed to the situation, had already dived in, and as he was also keen to have the ordeal completed quickly so that he could satiate his hunger, he too rapidly made the plunge. His action finally caused his little unruly cock to shrivel in the cool to flaccidity.

Given the chilling circumstances, Marius and Sulis naturally did not linger long in the bath, which was another reason why Scyrax only provided a cold amenity. The fat man did not want just to waste fuel. He also did not like the idea of his slaveboys wasting their time by having fun playing in water.

Marius and Sulis were soon drying their beautiful glistening bodies with a towel apiece, selected from the copious number provided for the purpose, which were later placed in large laundry baskets. The younger boy, whose pretty face now at last displayed no evidence of the act of fellatio that he had performed for Scyrax on the previous evening, subsequently demonstrated to the slightly older newcomer the grooming techniques demanded by their master. His young slaves were always to be presented in the most attractive way for the day ahead.

"We always split into pairs for this," Sulis informed Marius, as he combed the slightly older boy's golden hair, "and, whatever your partner does for you, you have to do for him. You'll also have to be efficient. Not only is there normally a limited time before the eunuchs come with their scourges to demand we go for breakfast but also both will be punished if either is groomed unsatisfactorily!"

Sulis eventually introduced Marius to the huge jar containing the sweetly perfumed liniment, which they were rub all over each other's naked bodies. The former boy naturally took great care when spreading the substance over the newcomer's sore knees and shins, whilst the latter reciprocated in respect of his companion's recently caned bottom, despite the distraction of renewed tingling in his groin.

The freshly glistening and sweet-smelling Sulis later showed the equally sparkling and perfumed Marius the three baskets containing clean, pristinely white different slaveboy garments. "How old are you?" the 10 year-old subsequently asked of the newcomer.

"Eleven," Marius confirmed. "Then," Sulis advised, "you'll wear a loincloth. In accordance with Scyrax's rules and presumably personal tastes, the thongs are reserved for slaves aged 10 and under and the tunics are for 15 and 16 year-olds."

Sulis rummaged amongst the white loincloths to locate one that should fit Marius and, having achieved his objective, he presented his find to his companion. "It looks very small," the slightly older boy commented in response, whilst collecting the garment, which comprised a little thong and two skimpy flaps sewn to a narrow waist-cord, which was to be tied at his side.

"Scyrax expects you to wear the smallest one possible," Sulis explained, "and this should just fit you." Marius was soon to demonstrate that his companion's judgement was correct. The thong covered his genitals but so tightly that their full outline was perceptible, whilst the front flap barely hid this scenery and the rear shielded the lower part of his bumcrack only if he did not move.

Nevertheless, Marius was grateful for finally eradicating his embarrassing nudity and Sulis, as he inspected his companion, confirmed his own satisfaction by saying "Perfect!" The younger boy subsequently dressed in a tight minuscule thong before the pair then eagerly went to the kitchen to seek breakfast.

Chapter XXVII

Chattering cheerfully and seemingly not now feeling any anguish from his caned bottom, Sulis led Marius along another maze of corridors to the kitchen. By the time that they reached there, the new boy had learnt quite a lot about Scyrax's household and the likes and dislikes of his young companion.

Marius had, for example, learnt that Scyrax's secretary, Felix, was a particularly nasty and cruel man, who was always attempting to cause distress for his master's boys. Alseus, who was the muscular black servant and regular fearsome wielder of the cane and whip on behalf of his master, and the other more effeminate eunuchs were not much better but at least they did not deliberately provoke punishable trouble for the young slaves.

Sulis also offered Marius the tip that, when he was set to work in the kitchen, which he undoubtedly sometime would, as Scyrax liked his boys to learn about all aspects of menial household routine, he should try to secure the job of carrying dirty plates from the dining room. As a result, he would gain the opportunity to consume the scraps to supplement the rather bland diet afforded to his young slaves by their master. The cook's special honey and cinnamon pudding was particularly recommended.

Marius now noticed that the kitchen was similar to the one in his late father's country villa. However, Scyrax's was even larger, busier and possessed more and prettier slaveboys.

Taking Marius by the hand, Sulis guided his slightly older companion through the busy crowd of other slaveboys to where a fat red-faced man was standing supervising the stuffing of a goose with olives and wild pomegranates. The pair then stood respectfully silent nearby, waiting to be noticed by the cook, who was one of the few adult servants in Scyrax's household not to be a eunuch.

"Well boys," the cook eventually asked after he did indeed notice the young pair, "what do you two want?" "Please, Sir," Sulis answered, "can we have some food? Scyrax has given me permission to bring this newcomer late to breakfast."

"Well," the cook laughingly retorted, "from what I heard you had a good supper, the best a little slut like you can obtain from his Master, last night and therefore you shouldn't need breakfast!" Marius was initially confused by the man's suggestion because Scyrax had punitively refused all of his slaveboys their last meal on the previous evening.

"I was indeed a very lucky boy, Sir," Sulis replied, whilst smiling sheepishly and adding to Marius' confusion, "but I'm hungry again now." "For the same dish?" the cook next jested with a chortle, whilst he suggestively lifted the front of his food-stained tunic to reveal his loincloth underwear.

"If you wish, Sir," responded Sulis, whilst beginning to kneel down in front of the man and immediately relieving Marius' confusion. The slightly older boy finally realised that the cook was joking about his companion's act of fellatio for Scyrax on the previous evening.

"No, no, stand back up," the cook hastily commanded, whilst lowering the hem of his tunic, "as you should know that the Master doesn't like any of his adult slaves enjoying one of his sluts without permission. Instead, the pair of you come along with me and I'll give you some porridge and black bread to fill your stomachs."

Soon afterwards, Marius and Sulis found themselves alone, sitting on stools alongside one of the benches in the large dining room provided for Scyrax's slaveboys, which was as spartan as their other amenities. Big bowls of steaming porridge were in front of them, and each held a chunk of rye bread grasped in the hand not holding his spoon.

The boys ate quickly. Marius did so because he had been given little food for more than a week, whilst Sulis had learnt early in his young life to fill his belly rapidly whenever the chance arose for, as a slave, he could not be sure when the next opportunity would come along.

"So there you are Sulis," an older voice suddenly commented from behind, just as the boys were finishing their food. "I might have known you'd be in the kitchen stuffing your belly," the verbal tones added, not unpleasantly.

Sulis twisted round and grinned up at Dictys, who was standing looking down at the two smaller boys whilst holding a small jar in his hands. "As you said we could," the 10 year-old then replied, "Mariullus and I are having a late breakfast."

"I see that you're sitting on your bum," Dictys subsequently remarked, "so can I presume it's a bit better?" "Yes it is," Sulis responded before adding "Do you want to look at it?"

Without waiting for Dictys' answer, Sulis, attired only in his minuscule thong, jumped to his feet and pushed his bare bottom out towards the youth for him to inspect. Marius, looking at the scene from where he was still sitting, observed the sudden appearance of a bulge in the 16 year- old's tunic, whilst the younger boy's own tiny garment also began to balloon outwards.

Dictys now decided to take up Sulis' offer by inspecting the boy's bottom manually as well as visually. Consequently, the youth was soon running a fingertip gently along one of the livid welts that ribbed the 10 year-old's buttocks.

"That must be sore," Dictys next commented, as he noticed Sulis wince a bit in reaction to his touch. "Scyrax has sent me to put some salve on Mariullus' bottom," the youth subsequently advised, "but, as he's given me a full jar, there'll be some to spare for your posterior too!"

"Thanks, Dictys," Sulis politely replied. "I bet your bum's sore as well," the boy added, whilst standing upright and turning to face the very pleasant youth, "after being with Scyrax last night!"

"Well, you're right," Dictys affirmed, "as our Master is never very gentle with any boy and last night he was particularly harsh with me." "Did you take his whole cock into you?" the intrigued Sulis enquired.

"Yes," Dictys answered, although there was actually more pride than shame evident in his voice, "and as usual right to its roots. I could feel his pubes regularly pressing against my own bum!"

"I wonder if I could manage that," Sulis conjectured, "as Scyrax's cock is very big. My jaws are still aching after having it in my mouth!"

"If Scyrax decides he wants you in that way, Sulis," Dictys advised, "you'll simply have to manage it. He won't give you any choice!"

"I bet it hurts the first time anyway," Sulis suggested, "and more than the cane, I expect." "Much more," Dictys confirmed soberly, "much, much more. The excruciation experienced when a virgin is initially deflowered by Scyrax's enormous cock is worse than anything else a boy is ever likely to suffer, and it never gets much better. Even though I've had our Master's erection inside me many times, it still causes a lot of anguish because it's so big. However, if our owner wants to fuck you, you just have to endure the act without complaint, and anyway it wasn't just sodomy that caused me pain last night."

"Oh," Sulis asked, "what did?" Dictys had actually disclosed more information to the boy than he had intended, as he had not wanted to embarrass or cause mental hurt to the 10 year- old. However, the youth also did not like lying and so he answered the question truthfully by turning round, lifting the hem of his own tunic and showing the youngster his own bottom.

Sulis gasped in shock because Dictys' bottom displayed a mishmash of welts that was much worse than had been inflicted on his own buttocks. "When and why did our Master beat you like that?" the boy therefore next enquired.

"After I had attended to him at dinner and just before he took me to his bed," Dictys answered, "which made subsequent sodomy even more painful than usual. His motive was the unauthorised assistance that I gave to you to encourage you to lie across the flogging bench for your own beating in order to help you avoid doubled punishment."

"Scyrax instead inflicted the doubled punishment on my bum," Dictys continued, "in addition to the three he had given me earlier!" In reaction, Sulis' pretty face turned bright scarlet because the youth had received another twelve strokes of the rod because of the boy's tremulous cowardice.

"The whole experience was made even more painful, at least mentally," Dictys added, "because Scyrax inflicted the caning in front of his usual dinner companion, a certain sadistic young patrician of my own age, who laughed at the delivery of each blow. As I was later sent naked to await our Master in his bedchamber, the guest even suggested that the fact that my sore was bottom should add spice to his host's fucking!"

Dictys did not know that Scyrax had only summoned the efficient youth back to him so that he could attend him at dinner, at which he had then belatedly remembered the unauthorised assistance that the 16 year-old had afforded Sulis earlier in the day. The fat man had also not originally intended to take him to his bed because, after 5 years' menial and sexual service for him, he was finally tiring of his body, which was rapidly advancing into young manhood and which he would therefore soon sell.

Even before his young dinner guest had made his suggestion about spicing the act of sodomy, however, the sight of Dictys' sore bottom after his further beating had encouraged Scyrax to want the youth in his bed. The notion of ramming his own fat heavy thighs against the hurting buttocks was simply too tempting to ignore.