The Traitor's Son Chapters 43-44
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XLIII

The appalled Marius, who was momentarily hesitating to advance further up the path towards the villa-like house, was allowed little time to pause for reflection about the fact that his new owner was apparently the keeper of a boy brothel. A sharp tug on the iron collar clamped round his neck instead jerked him forward, as the German slave was keen to deliver his master's new property without delay.

The German slave was soon striding up the flight of marble steps leading to the porticoed entrance of the house, dragging the three suddenly very reluctant naked boys in his charge with him. Each member of the nude trio had now realised in horror to what type of establishment they were being taken.

After the young disconcerted trio had stumbled up the steps after the German slave and through an open double doorway, they found themselves in a long and vast hall, in which the excellence of the wall paintings and frescoes and floor mosaics was only matched by their obscenity. The decorations reminded Marius of those in Scyrax's house. In early scenes, beautiful boys, nude or nearly so, whose flimsy clothing if any did not hide their excitement, frolicked with each other or with monstrously well-endowed men.

As the young trio was guided further along the hallway, the subjects of humiliation and cruelty became more explicitly prominent. Mammals, birds and reptiles, and strange frightening mythical creatures combining the features of such animals, began to appear, interacting with now clearly shamed, terrified and hurting boys.

Cyclops, one-eyed giants that fed on human flesh, eventually leered from the walls, devouring boys. The mythological Atreus also appeared, shown preparing his dish of forbidden meats, comprising the body parts of the five young sons of his brother and rival, Thyestes.

Alcoves were set along the sides of the hall, which were sufficiently big to contain an ornate chair and simpler bunk bed. All were also adorned with entrance curtains, most of which were currently looped back but were ready to be lowered if the brothel's clients felt the need for privacy.

By now, the time was early evening and so the brothel was not busy. The establishment's main activities took place later after sunset, although it did pride itself on offering a 24-hour service.

At one end of the hallway in a wider square area, a very pretty boy, attired only in a very sparse black thong, which contrasted nicely with his oiled creamy skin, was sitting cross-legged to one side. He was playing the lyre and singing a song, whose obscene words belied the sweet clear purity of his voice.

In the centre of the square area, which was surrounded by many tables and chairs, another dozen near-naked exceptionally gorgeous boys danced erotically but rather languidly, obviously conserving their energies for later in the night. The only clients present here were a group of four men, drinking and chatting together quietly. They appeared initially to be more interested in their wine and conversation than in anything else until they noticed the German slave arriving, leading three more youngsters.

"How much for one of those little beauties, German?" one of the men subsequently called out. "To rent or buy, Lord, for, if the latter, the price might be a little too high for you?" the German answered with rather sourly, as he hustled the boys onward.

Beyond the hall, there was a large garden, surrounded by a colonnade from part of which doors and passages led off into the rear interior of the villa. The German slave now led the boys to one of several fountains also present.

The German slave subsequently produced a cloth from his tunic pocket and dampened it. He then paid each boy in turn careful attention, rubbing away any grime that had accumulated on their naked bodies during their long embarrassing walk from Rome's emporium. He found as usual that most of the dirt present was dust from the streets and the remains of the rotten fruit that had humiliatingly been thrown at his three young charges by other children on their way to their disturbing new home.

Having cleaned up the boys as best as he could in the circumstances, the German slave subsequently led them to one of the doors and knocked. A woman's voice from within the room beyond called out "Come in!"

Chapter XLIV

The German slave opened the door open and led the boys into the room beyond. The same woman's voice subsequently declared "Ah, I presume that these are the new additions to our household!"

Marius subsequently noticed, reclining on a couch at the far end of a large lofty well-furnished chamber, a richly dressed woman, whose fingers glittered with gold rings embedded with precious gems. Beside her on a low stool sat the bearded man who had successfully bid for the three boys at the slave market.

Marius immediately wondered how the bearded man had arrived first in the room. The boy had thought that his purchaser had left them at the emporium to go on other business but his presence now suggested otherwise and that he had instead rushed off to hire a fast litter to return to the brothel, as walking was obviously beneath him.

"Bring them closer," the woman next commanded, "and remove those collars from them. How can I have a look at them when they're crowded together like that?" Amusement and impatience blended in her voice.

The German slave quickly complied with the command of the woman, whom he appeared to fear. Judging by this reaction, and the rather supplicant seating of the bearded man, whom Marius correctly guessed was probably her husband, the boy also perceptively judged who was the real power within the brothel.

Despite Marius' recognition that he was indeed now in the effective ownership of a woman, he no longer worried about castration. Nothing that he had observed so far in the brothel, including those boy prostitutes whom he had seen, indicated that there was any place for eunuchs here.

Marius' mind, however, did now momentarily go back to the recent auction in the emporium when he noticed the look of unbridled horror on the face of the boy eventually bought by a certain woman with a penchant for creating juvenile eunuchs. The young slave concerned had obviously also appreciated from overhearing comments what his sad fate would be if purchased by the female.

Marius realised that the boy must have wished that the woman's bid for Scyrax's market offering had won, which was only a natural desire. However, the female had been outbid in that auction and so she had turned her attention to her second choice, who had been unlucky because on this occasion she had succeeded in securing a purchase.

Marius momentarily wondered how long the poor boy concerned would retain his balls. He sagely guessed that the young slave would not do so for long.

Marius' brief mental diversion towards other matters was now dissipated when the woman who did effectively own him indulged in her desire to examine the newcomers to her highly select and expensive brothel. One by one, the three fresh gorgeous boys were paraded before her and she happily discovered that each was nicely different in their own delectable way. The little beauty from the North, with the flaxen hair and peaches and cream complexion, was first, followed by the exotic child from the East with olive skin and eyes, and a straight jet-black head covering.

Marius, with his oiled honey-coloured skin and dusty golden hair, was last but by no means least. The woman actually afforded this particularly delicious boy her longest attention.

As each boy was brought forward by the German slave, the bearded man seated beside his wife murmured the reasons why he had bought the child. This information included some reference to their backgrounds, which he had garnered from the auctioneer, and the price that he had paid.

The woman listened, as she carefully visually and physically examined with professional expertise each boy, in the same humiliating intimate manner as they had been recently inspected at market and whilst she assessed the potential of each naked body. As she did so, she invariably exclaimed that her husband had paid too much, which for the first two young slaves was actually untrue. She simply liked to keep her spouse subserviently in place by regularly berating him.

The husband had actually paid close to market value for the two near-virginal boys, at a time when prices were soaring for such nice merchandise. His wife, knowing this, would therefore, after her examinations and unjustified admonitions, simply utter a sharp order that despatched the young slaves to start earning their new owners a profit.

The woman also bemoaned the high turnover of boys at the select and therefore expensive end of her industry, with her young prostitutes rarely lasting more than a year in her brothel. Her clients generally liked relatively fresh and unsullied juvenile whores to play with and so those who had lost their early popularity were usually sold on to cheaper, less choosy and less lavish establishments, of which there were plenty in Rome.

The woman's aim in the interim was to make a lucrative profit from the boys whilst she still owned them, with the prices charged for their rental to clients and later obtained at market for their resale hopefully combining to outweigh the costs of original purchase and subsequent upkeep. She invariably succeeded and her entrepreneurial expertise had allowed her to move significantly upmarket over the years, from an original very seedy boy brothel in one of Rome's poorest and most disreputable quarters to her present highly profitable facility at the elite end of the lucrative industry. Most of her discerning customers were amongst the most prominent and wealthiest men in the Imperial capital, who paid well for their pleasures.

Marius' cost, however, was significantly bigger than that of the other two children bought at the same time as him. Indeed, his price was higher than that of any other young slave purchased to act as a juvenile prostitute in the 'House of Ganymede', which was named after Zeus' boy love and cup-bearer, whom the paramount god had originally abducted whilst in the form of an eagle and subsequently raped.

"What?" the formidable woman exclaimed in genuine affront, whilst also throwing up her hands in shock, on discovering Marius' substantial cost. "Surely you must be joking for no brat's worth that much," she added in disgust, "even one who's obviously ripe to have sex with a man!" She was, of course, referring in this statement to the boy's humiliatingly maintained erection, which she was particularly delighted to see whilst now examining him.

"Are you mad, Fabius?" the woman went on to rant, thereby providing Marius with the name of his purchaser. "You were buying a boy not a thoroughbred horse," she continued in anger, "and how are we to make our livings if you pay that sort of price for a brat. Do you want to ruin us? I'll obviously have to go to the market myself next time to prevent such calamity!"

"But Felicia," Fabius protested rather quietly and weakly in the face of his formidable wife's fury, whilst providing Marius with her name too, "he's a virgin. In these inflationary times you have to pay a lot extra for that!"

"He's a virgin!" Felicia repeated, whilst noticeably calming, for she did appreciate the value of such rare commodities in current market conditions. She knew many exceedingly rich patrons of her select brothel who would pay an immense amount of money to deprive a beautiful young boy of such an attribute.

"I'll check your assertion," Felicia next announced, "because I know how foolish you can be in believing an auctioneer's sales talk and assuring yourself that what he says is true!" She was again actually being insultingly dishonest because her husband rarely proved to be inept in his purchases.

Felicia was instead intent on again criticising Fabius unfairly, both for fun and reinforcement of her own bullying status in their relationship. Despite the superficially male-dominated nature of Roman society, such feminine supremacy in domestic situations was common.

Meanwhile, Marius was oblivious to this discussion about him because, after intimately visually and manually examining the upper front part of his anatomy, Felicia's eyes and hands had eventually ventured down to his still shamefully aroused genitals, which she was inspecting and fingering with her usual careful expertise. The boy's mind was instead completely fixated with the fact that he was once more being brought inexorably towards his first sexual climax.

Marius' first-ever orgasm was, however, again frustratingly averted when Felicia ended her intimate attentions towards his genitals, having privately satisfied herself that the boy was sufficiently mature to orgasm and so please those of her clients who liked to see such an attribute in her young prostitutes. She naturally had no intention to boost her husband's morale by advising him that she was pleased to observe such a quality in his expensive purchase.

Marius' mental distraction was also terminated when Felicia smacked him across the face. "I've just told you to turn round, boy, so that I can check that you're a virgin," she subsequently raged, "and you must always immediately obey commands in the 'House of Ganymede' with efficiency or be severely punished. Do you understand?"

Marius, whose sexual mental distraction had caused him not to hear Felicia's first command, immediately answered "Yes, Mistress!" He also compliantly began to obey her repeated order.

Marius was an intelligent boy. He had by now been through the relevant process many times and therefore did not need to be told what to do next.

Marius turned round in front of Felicia and, after spreading his legs, bent forward to present his curvaceous bottom for examination. Yet another finger subsequently gently probed his sphincter to ascertain the virginity of the pink anal orifice and in response his little erection inevitably visibly quivered.

In the public arena of the slave market, the intimate attention afforded to Marius by Felicia would, of course, have been scandalous. However, in the privacy of her own home, especially given its nature and her profession, such attention was not only acceptable but also common, as she liked to maintain a close overview on her boy prostitutes.

"You're right, as the brat is a virgin," Felicia next commented grudgingly to Fabius, "and he seems to be sexually eager enough as well. However, we'll have to work the brat hard if we are to secure a decent return on our outlay on him!"

Felicia subsequently paused briefly in thought before declaring "First, we'll teach him to dance nicely and erotically for our customers when they're at the most numerous and in the most drunken state. The rich show-offs amongst them will therefore then be in their most generous condition."

"Then," Felicia added, whilst still gently fingering Marius' sphincter and causing the boy's hard cock to wobble visibly, "we'll auction the brat's virginity to the highest bidder!"

(To be continued)