The Traitor's Son Chapters 48-49
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter XLVIII

Marius appreciated that the main musical crescendo of his dance performance was now quickly approaching, which would mark the moment when he was due to shed his sole skimpy and still humiliatingly ballooning garment. Gyrating erotically in just his minuscule black thong in front of so many clearly lecherous clients, most of whom exhibited obvious fascination with him, had been bad enough. However, the boy realised that, after he had discarded his only cover, his shame would be considerably increased.

Marius would subsequently be dancing completely naked, with his debasing arousal evident for all to see, undoubtedly flopping around in tandem with his gyrations. The boy's mind was naturally not looking forward to such a denouement to his performance, whereas his unruly cock was as usual perversely indicating otherwise.

Despite the personally disgraceful circumstances, made even worse and more sinister by the nearby lurking and evilly smirking presence of the wickedly sadistic Maccius, Marius nevertheless continued to dance to virtual perfection. Such performance was a testament to his quickly acquired skills at the art and his bravery in very trying times.

Marius' immaculate performance was not even deflected by the eventual arrival of the musical crescendo. The boy's sole garment was instead rapidly and skilfully shed with correct discretion and decorum to allow him to dance devoid of any cover whatsoever. The only item that he now wore was, dangling from his neck by way of a thin leather cord, was the tag of the same material, upon which was embossed the new name given to him by Felicia, namely Cycnus.

Because of Marius' energetic actions, this tag had already been flopping around, regularly returning to his chest with a barely discernible slap. Such hectic jerking was now humiliatingly shared by the boy's little erection, which wobbled enthusiastically as he concluded his dance.

Marius concluded his performance, in line with the last musical crescendo from the boy lyre player, with a spectacular back summersault, which returned him to his feet, with his naked body standing in a spreadeagled pose. This final action naturally needed the most skill and was also the most likely to go wrong. However, the new recruit to the 'House of Ganymede' managed to finish with the same perfection that he had somehow produced for the rest of his dance.

There was, of course, no subsequent applause to recognise the perfection of Marius' performance, as the type of clientele who frequented the brothel did not afford such audible praise to the young prostitutes. The boys were, after all, amongst the lowest echelons of Roman slaves, being merely servile scum, who existed only to satisfy the sexual desires of superiors. However, a noticeable hum did resound around the cavernous hall, which was indicative of low laudable comments being whispered between many of the lecherously admiring watchers.

Fabius subsequently stepped forward again to stand alongside the heavily-breathing Marius. "Cycnus has now danced for us," the brothel-keeper then announced, whilst placing an arm around the boy's shoulders, "and I'm sure that we all found our young virgin's performance delightful."

"Next, as promised," Fabius declared, "we'll auction the privilege of deflowering Cycnus. As stated previously, I believe that many of you will find good reason to bid for the pleasure of depriving the boy of his virginity."

Fabius was already reassured, from the reaction to Marius' debut appearance and dance, as well as from the clear lechery displayed on many men's faces, that his belief was not mistaken. He could therefore look forward to extracting a big initial price for hiring out the boy's sexual services for the first time.

Fabius also happily reckoned that, although Marius would no longer be subsequently virginal, he could still expect further large fees in future until the boy's fresh charms eventually faded for many of the clientele. He consequently would then have to sell the child on to a less reputable brothel.

Without further ado because he appreciated that a lot of the customers present were more than ready to bid for the privilege of deflowering Marius, Fabius began the auction of the boy's virginity. Bids subsequently did not take long to reach substantial sums.

Most worrying for Marius was the fact that the still smirking Maccius remained in the auction process despite Scyrax's clear unhappiness at the amounts now being bid. The ashamed and frightened boy again somehow knew that the evil youth would be the person who would soon be deflowering him and he was sure that he would relish doing so very savagely.

Nevertheless, despite his certainty and a deeply blushing face, the naked Marius continued to sport, for all to see, a visibly throbbing erection.

Chapter XLIX

The auction process was eventually concluded, with Marius' virginity sold for an enormous sum, which was a record as far as the 'House of Ganymede' was concerned. Fabius was naturally very happy that his hunch, namely to buy the exceptional boy expensively would reap dividends, was proving correct.

The watching Felicia was finally similarly satisfied with Fabius' speculative investment. However, she also had no intention of appraising her husband of this fact but would instead continue to nag him about his extravagance in order to keep him under her thumb.

Narcissus now appeared on the scene. The boy had been charged by Felicia to lead Marius to, and prepare him for, his immediate fate.

Marius felt Narcissus' hand close about his, and he subsequently found himself being hurried from the hall. "Come on, little one," the older bigger boy simultaneously commanded in a quiet whisper.

Narcissus eventually squeezed Marius' smaller hand after they had exited the hall and suggested "Don't worry, as it's not too bad. We've all been through it. You'll survive it."

Marius was, of course, fully aware of what Narcissus meant by the word 'it', namely his imminent deflowering. He therefore queried "But won't it hurt as much as the Mistress says?"

"There's no point in lying to you, little one," Narcissus replied gently, "as the first man who had me when I came here as a virgin was the cruel Nicias, who has a particularly big cock of which he's very proud. He likes his boys to be quite young and previously relatively pure and he has plenty of money to buy what he wants. I can still remember the savage agony of it."

"It was like being split open," Narcissus advised, "by a great post rammed into my bottom. The first time it will definitely hurt you and you'll undoubtedly bleed and scream while your initial client takes his pleasure."

"Indeed a virgin's suffering is generally a key aspect of the pleasure for the type of client who likes to deflower boys," Narcissus continued, "and is why he's prepared to spend so much for the privilege." "The second time you're sodomised by a customer," he added, "will almost be as bad but in the end you'll probably be the same as most of us other whores, not only accustomed to but also addictively desperate for the feel of a man's cock inside you. It'll be what you live for!"

As Narcissus now spoke, he was leading his younger charge across the spacious rear garden of the brothel. The fountain sprays reflected all the colour of the rainbow in the evening sunlight of approaching dusk, which was reflected in the surrounding long placid pools of still water, where fat goldfish nosed among the lilies. The boys also passed exotic flowering shrubs and cages of singing birds. To Marius, who was about to be agonisingly and humiliatingly deflowered, the setting just seemed too incongruously pleasant in which to suffer such pain and shame.

Narcissus eventually led Marius to a small secluded pavilion, which was slightly raised above the level of the garden, with two steps running the full length of the side facing them. Slender columns supported a red tiled roof above and behind the pillars was a narrow arcade and then large double-doors.

Narcissus, still holding the now quaking hand of the naked Marius tightly, swung these doors open and led inside the younger boy, who was surprised to discover that in the relatively small chamber within there were no brilliant but obscene frescoes or mosaics. The walls were instead just plain white marble and the floor was patterned only with slabs of the same material interspersed in a chequered pattern with black ones.

The furnishings of the chamber were as simple and sparse as the décor. There was rather naturally, given the purpose of the room, a double-bed, plus a couch, stool and a large wooden chest, all of which, though, appeared sturdier than was normal. Mysteriously, there was also a highly polished mirror-like metal disc, bigger than the largest platter Marius had ever seen, set flush in the centre of the marble floor.

The overall impression was of an austere, cold and somehow sinister place. The sparse décor appeared to suggest to Marius' frightened but clever mind that the debauchery practised here was so depraved that not even Roman artists were prepared to portray the relevant scenes in fresco or mosaic. Alternatively, the scared but intelligent boy thought that perhaps the practitioners of the various vices were so imaginative and skilled in the exercise of their immorality that they needed no pictures to arouse their lusts or stimulate their imaginations.

Marius visibly shivered at such contemplation and the noticing Narcissus placed a comforting arm about his shoulder and hugged him. "It will hurt, little one," he subsequently said, "but that'll also pass. Now, I must ready you to receive your first client."

Despite being a sadist, who liked to see other boys suffering, as well as wishing that he could physically hurt them too, Narcissus was currently being dutifully pleasant to Marius because he appreciated that he might be blamed if the newcomer failed to act properly during his imminent deflowering. He knew that his present job was to prepare him both physically and mentally for his impending excruciating and debasing loss of virginity, hence the attempts to soothe his natural concerns.

Also despite his sadism, Narcissus did possess some compassion in his rather complex character. Consequently, he could not stop himself from feeling somewhat sorry for the younger boy in spite of the fact that he was only about to endure what all of the other young prostitutes had already suffered, either in the brothel or previously elsewhere.

Narcissus' complex character additionally included some decent perceptive ability. His compassion towards Marius had mainly arisen because he had perspicaciously come to the belief that the younger boy appeared to be completely out of place in the brothel.

Marius might now just be a slave. However, his accent and general demeanour somehow suggested to the perceptive Narcissus that the newcomer emanated from completely different and much better circumstances.

Narcissus appreciated that some higher-class families did fall on very hard times, either through financial or political mistakes. He could imagine how some of the children could end up being enslaved.

Narcissus, though, overcame his slight compassion for Marius' predicament by appreciating that the younger boy's background no longer really mattered. The newcomer was now just a slave and a prostitute and that was all that really currently counted.

Narcissus' slight compassion was also overcome by realising that his own present duty was to prepare Marius to begin to learn and perform his new role efficiently and thereby earn his price and keep. If either failed in their tasks, both would probably be punished.

Marius was naturally only a little comforted by Narcissus' efforts to soothe his concerns. After all, the older boy had confessed that the imminent loss of virginity would be very painful, whilst the new younger prostitute's worries were compounded by knowing the identity of the person who would undoubtedly be deflowering him savagely.

Narcissus now released Marius' hand in order to walk over to the wooden chest. The older boy subsequently raised the heavy unlocked lid.

Marius did not, however, stay put. Curiosity instead tempted him to follow Narcissus.

Consequently, Marius was soon looking down into the wooden chest too. The boy then discovered in horror that inside were various jars and phials, stacked on a tray at one end with some cloths. There was also an open box containing a jumble of chains, locks, ropes, leather ties and metal rings. Beside these were a neatly-arranged variety of canes and other scourges, from simple leather straps to many- tailed martinets, given extra bite with tiny leaden weights.

Additionally, there was an array of phalluses of various sizes, colours and materials, including shiny woods and ivory. Some were mottled with cruel little knobbles. Marius recognised what the objects were and their uses from some of the sexual demonstrations that he had been forced to observe in Scyrax's house.

Finally noticing that Marius had quietly approached to stand alongside him and that the newcomer was glancing in obvious horror at the contents of the wooden chest, Narcissus silently cursed himself. He had not wanted to reveal anything to the younger boy that might increase his apprehension at what was to come, which might result in poor performance and later punishment for the pair of them.

"It would have been better if you had not looked in there, little one," Narcissus commented, whilst removing one of the earthenware jars from the wooden chest. He subsequently sat himself on the couch.

Narcissus next gestured to Marius to come to him. After the younger and still amazingly erect boy had complied, he took him by his wrist and drew him gently facedown across his knees.

Marius now experienced Narcissus' cool bare thighs against his own naked body. He additionally felt something hard pressing up from within the older boy's minuscule black thong onto his stomach and realised that the 14 year-old was also aroused.

Putting a palm on the back of Marius' neck, Narcissus next pushed the younger boy's head down, thereby forcing his rump up into the air. He subsequently rested his other hand on the curve of the 11 year-old's bottom.

"Place your legs apart, little one," Narcissus subsequently ordered softly. Marius again obeyed and then tensed as he felt the tip of the older boy's forefinger, coated with cool lubricant from the jar, brush along the lips of his virginal sphincter.

As Narcissus increased the pressure, Marius began to moan softly, whilst the forefinger carefully entered his body. The older boy then worked away patiently and silently for a time, gently greasing the newcomer in readiness for the ordeal to come.

During the early part of this period, the only sounds in the chamber were Narcissus' own heavier-than-normal breathing, which resulted from a desire to enjoy the forbidden fruit currently across his knees, but denied to him unless he favoured being later punitively converted into a eunuch, and Marius' occasional whimpers of excitement. The younger boy could again not prevent himself from revealing that he shamefully enjoyed his currently virginal anus being played with in such a gentle manner, and also once more felt that he was being inexorably drawn to his first sexual climax.

Before Narcissus concluded his careful and skilled work, he remarked "You're lucky that it's the house policy to grease virgins in readiness for deflowering. Some particularly cruel clients would prefer that we didn't perform such preparation, wanting to enjoy their pleasure without such lubrication."

"Felicia, however, considers that a lack of greasing," Narcissus continued, "could cause too much damage to a virgin, especially one as young and as anally tight as you. You could be ruined for anyone else!"

Narcissus, of course, did not add that Felicia had no concern for the welfare of her virgins. She just wanted to protect her investments so that they could earn her plenty of cash in the future.

Although Felicia laid down respected rules about requiring compensation if boys were permanently damaged, she did not like to invoke them too often, particularly if clients might not realise that, by deflowering an ungreased young virgin, they could inflict enduring harm. Having customers inadvertently overspending in such a way might eventually lose their custom, as well as have a detrimental effect on the reputation of her brothel.

Felicia believed clients who ruined boys through excessive punishment or torture to be different cases, as they knew fully what they were perpetrating and so should be prepared to pay the requisite hefty compensation. However, customers merely deflowering a virgin would surely be surprised to have to do so. She considered that, by insisting on greasing the boys concerned, disappointing some patrons' desires to perform without lubrication was preferable to increasing the dangers of unfortunate costly mishaps.

Being an experienced brothel-keeper, Felicia was naturally aware that some damage to the tight anuses of virgins like Marius would generally happen regardless of the amount of grease applied, especially if the manly deflowering cocks were particularly big. However, the lubrication ensured that, so far invariably to her knowledge in her brothels, unrepairable harm never occurred, with subsequent application of salve and perhaps a few stitches, along with some rest, usually working quickly to enable the boys concerned to return rapidly to duty.

Eventually satisfied that Marius was sufficiently greased for the imminent purpose, Narcissus carefully tipped the younger boy back onto his feet. He subsequently extracted one of the cloths from the wooden chest and carefully began to rub the younger boy's naked body with it.

"I'm just removing the old perfumed oil on your body, little one," Narcissus advised, "as it's been a little bit contaminated from your sweating during your recent dance. I'll then rub some fresh stuff on, as we want you to be in perfect condition to meet your first client!"

Narcissus next proceeded to do exactly as he had advised, taking particular delight in rubbing and freshly oiling Marius' aroused genitals, including his firm erection, and bottom. The older boy's enjoyment was evidenced by the fact that the already extant bulge in his minuscule black thong visibly expanded.

Marius' cock also actually visibly stiffened even more in reaction to the relevant delicate attention, causing Narcissus to comment "I see that you really are ready, little one, for your first man!" The already blushing face of the younger boy deepened in hue on hearing the remark.

"Your first man won't be long now," Narcissus eventually added on concluding his final preparation of Marius' now literally lustrous body before instructing "so kneel on the metal disc on the floor and spread your knees wide apart, as you must never hide anything from him. Face the doors and also clasp your hands behind your neck and reverently bow your head. He'll want to see not only exactly what he is paying for but also that you're totally submissive to his needs. Don't look up or otherwise move until he tells you to do so, and similarly never speak unless he permits!"

As Narcissus watched, Marius did as he was told, whilst now perceptively aware that the polished metal in the middle of the floor acted as a mirror and that, positioned as he would be, there would be no cranny of his body that was not open to inspection. The very notion increased the boy's already acute sense of degradation but nevertheless his cock again quivered in seeming perverse excitement.

As Marius subsequently knelt in fear and shame on the disc as instructed, with his unruly cock still rigid, he did not have to wait long to hear the sound of the footsteps of two men approaching the pavilion. A strange tingling sensation then pervaded the whole of the boy's naked form, with the most intense feeling concentrated on his already aroused groin.

Marius had recognised that those approaching the pavilion were men and not fellow boy prostitutes because they were clearly shod. The boy subsequently presumed that the recent winner of the auction for his virginity was about to arrive and wondered whether he might be planning to share his imminent pleasure with a friend.

Marius next heard the sounds of the double-doors of the pavilion opening and footsteps on the marble floor. The strange tingling sensation pervading the boy's naked form then intensified still further, whilst his little erection shamelessly began to rise upwards from the horizontal and a little droplet of clear fluid appeared at his cockhead.

"There he is ready for you, Sir, just as promised. A lovely boy ripe for the plucking and another young attendant slave to serve you in any way that you wish, if indeed you want him to remain!" As instructed, Marius obediently did not look up but he recognised the voice as that of Fabius.

"Yes, the other slave can remain but you can leave me now," a harsher and more imperative voice replied to Fabius. Marius then began to tremble on hearing the, to him, very sinister vocal tones.

(To be continued)