The Traitor's Son Chapters 56-59
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter LVI

Marius' acute concern that the Senator might immediately know his true identity was, for the moment at least, proved unfounded when the glimmer of recognition in the man's eyes proved to be directed at Narcissus. This situation was quickly verified when his next client addressed the older boy by name.

"Ah, the lovely Narcissus," the Senator declared, whilst indirectly informing Marius that his companion was well known to the man, presumably through previous services rendered on a number of occasions, "I see that you have been chosen to accompany the young virgin for his deflowering!" "I have indeed, Sir," the older boy responded.

"I also see, lovely Narcissus," the Senator continued, in the posh aristocratic accent of the Roman upper classes, "that you've brought your flute so that the young virgin can dance to your music for me before I enjoy his orifices." "I have indeed, Sir," the older boy again responded.

"Good," the Senator commented before adjusting his stare towards Marius. "Come closer, young virgin," the naked man subsequently commanded of the boy, whilst continuing to rub his own cock with one hand and gesturing to the side of the bed with the other, "so that I can acquire a better view of you."

Marius reluctantly complied, afraid that the 'better view' might rapidly result in his own death. The boy soon found himself at the place where the Senator had gestured him to go, namely at the side of the bed.

The Senator then stared intensely at Marius' face, with the scared boy worried that another glimmer of recognition would soon appear in the man's eyes, albeit undoubtedly one that was far less friendly than that afforded to Narcissus. However, his fears were not immediately realised.

The Senator instead began to glance slowly down Marius' front, which was still covered by his tunic. The man's eyes eventually examined the boy's bare feet before returning to linger on the young prostitute's groin area, which was only just protected by his garment.

"Put your hands on your head, young virgin," the Senator next instructed, "and turn sideways to your left." Marius again obeyed, causing the hem of his tunic to rise a little, whilst the man's eyes continued to feast on his dressed form, apparently still without recognising the boy's identity.

Afterwards, Marius was ordered to present the covered rear of his body for the Senator's visual scrutiny, followed by displaying his right profile before again facing the man. The boy subsequently with relief continued to detect no recognition in the client's eyes, only clear lust.

"What's your name, young virgin?" the Senator subsequently asked. "Cycnus, Sir," Marius answered, now glad that he had been given a slave pseudonym, which he hoped would continue to disguise his identity.

Marius' hopes, however, appeared crushed when the Senator subsequently commented "You resemble a boy I once knew, Cycnus, and your accent is rather posh for a slave." "What's your background?" the man then worryingly asked.

Marius had fortunately anticipated such a question and had prepared an answer. "Before I joined the 'House of Ganymede', Sir," the boy therefore replied with his rehearsed explanation, "my old Master used me as a companion for his young son, with whom I was educated until he sadly died and his father sold me. I suppose my accent comes from enjoying that privilege for a time."

The scenario that Marius described was not uncommon. Being companions of the sons of the rich and sharing their tutors also had the benefit of producing literate and numerate adult slaves, who could act as clerks and secretaries.

Marius was next expecting the Senator to ask about the name of his fictional old master. However, the man fortunately appeared to lose interest in both that subject and the notion that he had somewhere seen the boy previously.

The Senator's interest was instead diverted to something that quickly became apparent to Marius. The man's lusts had overcome any desire to discover more about the boy's background and he now commanded the supposed young virgin to remove his tunic.

Marius complied, whilst quietly breathing a sigh of relief that the Senator was not going to continue with his questioning but was instead seemingly intent on satiating his lusts. The boy was not looking forward to helping the man to do so but doing so was preferable to being strangled in the Memertine Prison.

Marius also wondered how much of his apparent escape from being recognised was due to his slave status and makeup. He guessed that the Senator might not even conceive the possibility that the younger son of Sejanus was still alive and now a prostitute, thereby causing him not to make a connection, despite believing that the boy resembled another whom he once knew. He also presumed that the rouge and kohl on his face must have additionally substantially helped his salvation.

Marius therefore changed his opinion of the makeup. Having his profession identified and consequently being the recipient of ribald comments and insults from passers-by on the way to the tenement now appeared to have been a small price to pay for his survival.

Marius lifted his tunic over his head and discreetly cast the garment onto the apartment's wooden floorboards. The boy subsequently stood before the Senator covered only by his minuscule black thong.

The sight of Marius' almost naked body, sparkling in the bright sunlight streaming through the large window as a result of the sweet-smelling unguent previously smeared onto his form by Narcissus, clearly appeared to delight the Senator because his erection visibly quivered and expanded further. However, the boy felt rather differently, being somewhat ashamed of his gilded nipples, which he believed was the bit of makeup that made him look most effeminate.

Marius was next instructed to place his hands on his head again and turn round slowly before the Senator, so that the man could once more gain a close and comprehensive visual sight of him from all perspectives. Whilst subsequently obeying, the boy could somehow almost feel the lecherous adult eyes feasting on his form.

Such a feeling caused the return of a tingling sensation to Marius' groin and he again experienced an embarrassing ballooning of his minuscule black thong. This debasing phenomenon was clearly noticeable by the time that the boy had completed another circle before the intrigued and obviously libidinous Senator, who smiled at the sight.

"I see, Cycnus," the Senator next commented, "that you appear to be looking forward to losing your virginity by being fucked for the first time by me. You've clearly found your true vocation in life!"

Marius' face blushed in shame. The boy's mind was certainly not looking forward to the humiliation and pain of being sodomised once more. However, given the embarrassing visible penile evidence, his unruly cock appeared to support the Senator's remarks, although he was, of course, not being deflowered for the first time because Nicias had already enjoyed that particular privilege.

"I do like the sight of boys sluttishly adorned with makeup and oils," the Senator also commented, "as the applications make you look very girlish, which is perhaps very appropriate for someone about to be penetrated by a manly cock!" Marius' worst fears about appearing effeminate seemed to him to be confirmed by this remark, and his facial blush intensified in reaction. However, the lascivious client obviously relished such a response because he laughed at the sight.

The Senator subsequently turned towards Narcissus and commanded "You may begin to play your flute whilst young Cycnus here entertains me with a dance." Despite the acute abashment felt by the younger, both boys were soon complying with the man's order.

Narcissus sat discreetly in a corner of the room, competently playing his flute whilst Marius, despite his shame, danced as erotically as possible for the entertainment of the Senator. The younger boy even managed to display a smile, as taught, whilst he gyrated.

Meanwhile, as the Senator looked on entranced at the performance of Marius, who to him was 'Cycnus', he continued to rub his own cock, albeit carefully. The man, thoroughly entertained by the boy's erotic dance, did not want to orgasm prematurely, as he wanted to preserve his sperm for the supposed deflowering impregnation of the younger prostitute.

The Senator, however, almost encountered orgasmic disaster when, at the appropriate musical crescendo played on Narcissus' flute, Marius pulled at the little bows at the sides of the waist-cord, which retained his minuscule thong in place. The boy's sole tiny garment naturally reacted by succumbing to gravity and beginning to fall before being discreetly cast to one side by the previous young wearer, who subsequently danced in the nude, with his fully revealed erection wobbling energetically around as he did so.

In response to the sight, the Senator almost climaxed. The man was only rescued from this currently unwanted development by immediately extracting his fingers from his own much bigger erection and removing his vision for the moment from Marius' marvellous gyrating form to the ceiling.

The Senator's remedy for delaying his climax worked and he was soon able to restore his intrigued gaze to Marius. However, the man did not return his fingers to his own cock because his erection now no longer needed manual stimulus to remain impressively hard and upstanding, as the sight of the beautiful naked gyrating boy was enough to ensure the prolonged maintenance of the phenomenon.

Marius' dance was a replica of the one that he had performed prior to the auctioning of his genuine virginity in the 'House of Ganymede'. Consequently, the boy concluded his performance as then, namely, in line with a last musical crescendo from Narcissus' flute, with a spectacular back summersault, which returned him to his feet, with his sparkling naked body standing in a spreadeagled pose.

As before in the 'House of Ganymede', this final action naturally needed the most skill and was also the most likely to go wrong. However, also as before, Marius performed the concluding routine perfectly.

Unlike as before, Marius was rewarded for the perfection of his dance with a little applause from his audience of one. The Senator would certainly not have even considered such a reaction if he had been a customer in the 'House of Ganymede', as doing so in public in respect of a slave would have been deemed unseemly. However, doing so now, whilst privately only in the presence of the young dancer and his musical accompanist, involved no such issue of decorum.

Marius' smile even managed to evolve from the false to the genuine in response. He was proud to have induced the applause. However, the grin was soon wiped off his face when the Senator subsequently commanded the boy to join him on the bed.

Narcissus then began to play a slower tune on his flute, one that was suitable to accompany not a dancer but some lovemaking. Marius simultaneously reluctantly obeyed the Senator's command, knowing that he was approaching not only the man but also further sexual humiliation and pain.

After Marius had eventually taken up the required position, lying face-up alongside the Senator on the bed, the man placed one arm under his head and subsequently lent across him. The boy was then subjected to a prolonged kiss, whilst the adult's free hand roamed around his young anatomy, finally lingering at the young prostitute's still-aroused genitals.

Not long afterwards, the Senator's mouth left Marius' lips to venture downwards. The boy's cheeks, chin, neck, chest and belly were subsequently afforded copious kisses before the man's oral attentions finally concentrated on the young prostitute's sexual organs, which were now more aroused than ever because of such delicately sensuous treatment.

Marius could not help but gasp in sudden delight, as his hard cock was gently licked and sucked. The boy also emitted the same when the Senator's mouth and tongue provided his scrotum with similar attention.

The Senator's gentle oral attentions to Marius' genitals persisted relentlessly for some time until the boy, whose glazed eyes had long since closed amidst mounting enjoyment, firmly grasped the bedcover at either side of him with his hands. He then uttered an even louder gasp of delight, as a pulsing orgasmic darkness again descended on his young mind.

For another brief period of time, Marius once more somehow felt himself to be free of all his troubles, with all his humiliations and sufferings forgotten, and instead enjoyed an instant of pure concentrated pleasure. The boy was happily experiencing the second dry sexual climax of his young life.

Marius' ecstatic mind subsequently took several moments to return from the resultant climactic high to realisation that the Senator's licking and sucking had stopped. The boy then opened his eyes to discover the man leering downwards at him.

"I see that you're not too young to enjoy an orgasm, Cycnus," the now smirking Senator next contentedly announced. The man had recognised the telltale signs of a pre-pubescent boy's climax, as he had frequently similarly induced the same in other young prostitutes.

"It's a pity, though," the Senator continued, "that you're still of too tender years to ejaculate. I enjoy the taste of boyish cum!"

"Now, to reward me for providing you with such enjoyment," the Senator added, "you can pleasure me similarly until my manly member is ready to deflower you!"

Chapter LVII

"Can't he be naked whilst he performs, as I'll then enjoy events more and cum quicker if he is?" the aged porter asked of the burly blond German slave in reference to Narcissus, who was currently compliantly kneeling in front of him. Meanwhile, a redressed Marius looked on at the scene, which was taking place in an empty space under the stairs and so out of sight of the tenement's entrance corridor, barely appreciating what was happening and only just managing to remain standing, such was his present agony.

As well as appearing distressed, Marius' face also no longer looked beautiful but instead resembled that of some ugly mythological beast. The boy had been crying comprehensively because of his recent reintroduction to debasing and excruciating sodomy and the tears that were still flowing had caused the kohl rimming his eyes to run.

Accordingly, Marius' face was streaked with dark lines, which Narcissus had considerately attempted to wipe away after the Senator had finished with the pair of them. However, the older boy had eventually abandoned his efforts because the younger was unable to stop shedding tears, which ruined the cleaning efforts. A trickle of blood also ran down one of the 11 year-old's legs, indicative that the recent act of sodomy had again caused damage.

"I suppose there's no harm in granting your wish," the blond German slave answered in reply to the aged porter's request. He was eager for the old man to acquire his promised pleasure as rapidly as possible and so, if Narcissus being naked would help to speed matters, he was content to allow the solicitation. Consequently, he subsequently commanded the older of the two young prostitutes to "Strip for the Citizen, boy!"

Narcissus stood up to comply and removed both his tunic and thong to reveal his naked body to the aged porter. The boy was subsequently rewarded for obediently stripping naked by a comment from the man of "Hmmm, he has a lovely body!"

The aged porter also reached out to fondle Narcissus' current flaccid genitals with one hand and to stroke his bottom gently with the other. In response, the boy not only felt obliged to remain standing whilst the old man enjoyed this pleasure but also did not stay without an erection for long.

The aged porter's manhandling ensured the revival of Narcissus' cock to full hardness and might even have resulted in further ejaculation if the blond slave not become impatient and intervened. "I'm afraid that we haven't much time, Citizen," the German commented before asking in request "and so can the boy pleasure you without further ado?"

"Of course he can," the aged porter replied, whilst now displaying a broad smirk on his crinkled face and extricating his hands from the young prostitute's private parts to use them instead to raise his rather grubby tunic and shed his similarly squalid loincloth underwear. Narcissus simultaneously sank to his knees again to await the unveiling of the object that he was now to pleasure orally.

Narcissus did not welcome eventual sight of the object concerned because the aged porter's revealed cock appeared as crinkled as his face and as grubby as his clothing, with the same sort of unpleasant smell too. However, the penis could not be considered to be withered because, despite the obvious imperfections, the shaft was already proudly erect, presumably in excitement at seeing the boy naked and fondling his privates, as well as at the imminent prospect of a good oral servicing.

Fortunately, Narcissus had serviced worse cocks in his time as a boy prostitute and was accustomed to such a distasteful chore as performing fellatio on the aged porter. Consequently, the boy soon obediently leaned his head forward to lick and suck the old man's penis with his usual expertise.

Narcissus was quickly rewarded, and the aged porter was rapidly proved correct in his forecast that he would ejaculate speedily in reaction to such oral attention, by the production of semen for the boy to swallow. For an old man, the amount of spurted sperm was actually considerable but the proficient young prostitute did not spill a drop.

In response to being so pleasured, the aged porter subsequently tapped the top of Narcissus' head gently and said "Thank you, boy, as that was very good!" Such gratitude and praise were a change for the young prostitute because he rarely encountered similar appreciation and compliments when servicing clients in the 'House of Ganymede'.

Consequently, as Narcissus stood again and swiftly redressed, he felt a tinge of happiness at being of service to the aged porter and some satisfaction at having completed his unpleasant chore well. The boy then rejoined Marius and the blond German slave and all three finally left the tenement to return to the 'House of Ganymede'.

Because Marius was barely able to walk, given the maintained agonised stress to his bottom resulting from a certain Senator's recent act of sodomy, both the blond German slave and Narcissus were forced to hold one of the boy's arms apiece to help him. As a result, subsequent progress back to the 'House of Ganymede' was much slower than when they had travelled in the opposite direction.

As Marius walked with his companions back to the boy brothel, which was currently both his home and workplace, his young mind was only focused on the enduring pain in his backside. However, this mental condition did have a fortunate side. The situation encouraged him temporarily to forget the grievous danger that he had been in when with the Senator and made him barely aware of the return of ribald comments and insults from passers-by.

Such comments and insults were often now accompanied by much amused laughter at the state of Marius' apparently monstrous kohl-lined face.

Chapter LVIII

After Marius' eventual return to the 'House of Ganymede', he had needed another stitch from Felicia to fix an anal tear, this time created by a Senatorial cock that had not been as big as that of Nicias but had nevertheless been large enough to inflict such agonising damage. The boy again felt that the repair was even more painful that the cause.

Marius' subsequent remarkable and rapid recuperation was such that amazingly Felicia allowed herself the lucrative luxury of selling the boy's so-called virginity twice more over the next week to rich clients whom she knew enjoyed such discerning pleasures. However, these customers, like the Senator, did so only as furtively as possible, which meant never frequenting the brothel and thereby never publicly revealing their tastes.

Marius was therefore forced to venture onto the streets of Rome again to supposedly be deflowered for the first time ever by two more clients. However, on these occasions, he was only accompanied by the burly blond German slave, as neither customer wanted him to dance. Narcissus' presence as a flautist was therefore not needed.

Nor, fortunately for Marius' dignity, did the clients require him to wear makeup, which made identification of him as a boy prostitute by passer-by thankfully very rare. Only anyone who somehow knew the escorting blond German slave's role in life would make the connection.

Apart from the fact that neither of Marius' next clients liked makeup on the boys from whom they gained their sexual pleasures, there was also a practical consideration for the lack of such bodily embellishment. Unlike with the Senator, the customers were to enjoy themselves with the so-called young virgin in their own homes whilst their families were elsewhere.

The arrival at the clients' homes of a boy, who was attired in a simple tunic and was without garish makeup, would appear unremarkable to anyone. The household slaves could also be relied upon to be very discreet if they did not want to incur the ire of their masters.

The first of Marius' next two clients was a rich member of the equestrian class, whose money mainly came from owning a factory that manufactured the fish sauce that Romans so adored and with which they therefore covered much of their food. The second was a wealthy foreign merchant from the East, who was an importer of spices and had lived in the Imperial capital for many years.

Both of these next clients were more than content, like Nicias, to enjoy the boy without much foreplay, apart from fondling him intimately and having him perform preliminary fellatio in return before finally sodomising him. However, the awkward gait with which a tearful Marius later returned to the 'House of Ganymede' indicated that the men's pleasures were still causing him anal distress.

Nevertheless, Marius thankfully did not need any more anal stitching. However, after servicing the foreign merchant, Felicia also judged that the further retailing of the boy's virginity would be inappropriate.

Felicia formed her judgement after again gently fingering and carefully examining Marius' sphincter and rectum. For this embarrassing intimate inspection, the boy was once more forced to bend over naked immediately in front of his mistress.

After concluding her examination, Felicia had declared to her husband, Fabius, "We'll never succeed in attempting to describe this brat as a virgin again. His hole's finally become noticeably more pliable and less tight. As a result, he'll probably soon begin to react differently to being sodomised, with pleasure replacing pain."

"Even if we teach him," Felicia continued, "to react as if he was experiencing pain rather than pleasure, I'm sure that any of our clients, who like deflowering young boys, will know the difference and that this particular one is no longer a virgin. We don't want to lose our reputation for honest high-class dealing, and so we'll just have to accept that that aspect of this brat's career is now finished and instead place him amongst the other ordinary whores."

"It's a pity," Felicia next commented, "because the fees we were earning for selling the brat's virginity were very lucrative." She could have added that the receipts were also enough to justify the price originally paid for Marius by Fabius. However, she had absolutely no intention of flattering her husband in any way.

"We should, though," Felicia went on to suggest, "still obtain reasonable fees from him for the immediate future. After all, our brothel's clients will know that he's only just been deflowered and so to many of them he'll be almost as good as a real virgin. He'll also be fresh territory for them to explore, at least until his ripeness fades."

Felicia subsequently turned to the attendant Narcissus and commanded him to take Marius, whom she of course called 'Cycnus', to the baths and prepare him for his next role, which he was to start immediately in order to earn back more of the original price paid for him. After the two boys then departed, Fabius asked his wife "What are you going to do about what the Major Domo told you?"

"You mean about discovering Cycnus masturbating Narcissus?" Felicia answered by asking her own question. In reaction to Fabius' positive nod, she added with a smirk "Nothing for the moment, as I believe that they should be punished together or, more pertinently, they should punish each other. However, the present time is not appropriate."

"What do you mean?" a puzzled Fabius next enquired. "I believe that first we should earn more fees from Cycnus before allowing his body to be damaged by punishment," Felicia replied.

"No," Fabius corrected, "I wasn't asking about the timing. I was instead wondering what you meant by suggesting that 'they should punish each other'."

"You'll see, husband!" Felicia mysteriously was only prepared to respond.

Chapter LIX

A freshly bathed and groomed Marius had been allocated within the main body of the boy brothel his own curtained alcove, outside of which he stood, attired only in the common black thong, to await his next client. A clay tablet fixed to the wall next to him advertised him as 'Cycnus, 11 years old, fresh, just one previous patron to whom he lost his virginity, only available for full night rate'.

The restriction of Marius' availability to only a full night rate, as opposed to making him hireable at an hourly charge, existed because, having just lost his virginity, he was not yet considered ready to accommodate more than one client per day. The brothel took pride in presenting customers with lively boys, not ones whose performance could be adversely affected because their still relatively tight rectums reacted badly to a recent act of sodomy.

The substantial charge for a night with Marius was also advertised, which deterred many clients from making use of the chance to enjoy him. Although most of the brothel's customers were rich, many were also rather parsimonious and would forego the opportunity in favour of indulging when the price came down, which inevitably happened over time as a result of prolonged usage.

Anyone who did hire Marius for the night would not necessarily take him to bed for all of that time, either in the alcove or, more commonly for anyone motivated and rich enough to want to afford him, in one of the brothel's opulent guestrooms. For much of the period, the boy appreciated that he might just instead attend on the client, serving him with food and wine, or recline besides him on his dining couch, whilst the customer ate and fondled him until ready for private intimacy.

Time progressed and Marius had still not been hired by anyone. This situation had arisen despite the fact that the busiest part of the evening had descended on the 'House of Ganymede' and many patrons, passing his alcove on their way to the main entertainment area, ogled him with clear interest. Some customers also discussed with their companions, often obscenely, the boy's particularly delicious attributes and likely performance in bed, causing him to blush regularly.

During this period, Marius encountered a strange conflicting combination of emotions. He was ashamed at being publicly displayed to prostitute himself, whilst attired only in his minuscule thong and being intimately ogled and obscenely discussed. Contrarily, and despite the degradation of his role, he was also rather embarrassed that no client had yet chosen him, as if there were something wrong with him. He additionally again experienced some perverse excitement, particularly in his groin, which was causing his sole tiny garment to balloon once more, presumably at the prospect of imminently indulging in more sexual activity.

In further contrast, Marius felt some mounting relief that he might escape the whole of the night without a client. After all, such a customer would surely only mainly bring him further humiliation and hurt.

This mounting relief was shattered when finally a middle- aged and very ugly client did hire Marius for the night and the boy was not looking forward to the experience because the customer was even fatter than Scyrax. The patron's bulk was such that his torso was virtually spherical. The man's size also caused him to sweat a lot, which made his odour very unpleasant.

The fat client additionally proved to possess a rather effeminate voice and bearing. "Oh, look, darling," he had said to a handsome young man in his company, whilst referring to Marius, "isn't he particularly pretty and I see that he's a newcomer who's only been fucked once, so he'll be nice and fresh."

"Hmmm, he's a bit expensive," the fat client went on to comment, whilst reading the wax tablet, "but I'm due a treat." The obese customer subsequently gestured to one of the adult slaves assigned to supervise the hiring of the young boy prostitutes and told him "I'll have this one, dear, plus a proper bedroom to enjoy him in. I refuse to experience my pleasures in these silly alcoves."

"First, though," the fat client continued, "the boy can attend me at table because I'm famished and my tummy's rumbling. I want my dinner!"

Without further ado, the fat client waddled off in the direction of the entertainment area along with the young man in his company, leaving the now worried and still motionless Marius behind. Meanwhile, the adult slave made a note of the agreed transaction on his own wax tablet, for later addition to the obese customer's ultimate bill. He subsequently removed a little round leather tag, which was embossed with the number XII and had been hanging with others from hooks on the nearby wall, and told the boy "When the patron's ready, take him to guestroom 12."

The adult slave then placed the tag in a little bag attached to the belt of his tunic. The removal of the one embossed with the number XII from the hooks on the wall would ensure that no one else would attempt to use or disturb the activities in that particular guestroom overnight.

"Now, off with you," the adult slave finally commanded of Marius, "and attend the patron at his dining table as he's requested. Also, remember to be a good boy to him in every way. He's one of our richest clients and is never parsimonious when spending his money here. The Master and Mistress would be deeply unhappy if you displeased him, and you know what that would mean!"

Marius again instinctively clenched his bumcheeks, being indeed fully aware of 'what that would mean', namely a beating, with his bottom probably being a primary target. However, the boy also compliantly scampered off after the fat client in order to attend him at table.

Marius eventually arrived at the perimeter of the entertainment area, where the currently busy and crowded couches and associated low tables of the patrons surrounded the open space where Marius had recently danced before having the privilege of depriving him of his virginity auctioned. However, the brothel's retinue of skilful scantily-clad boy acrobats was currently performing there, to the usual essential disinterest of the clientele.

Marius successfully sought out the fat client's large couch, big enough for two, and table, both of which he was sharing with the young man in his company, and stood before the reclining pair. The boy knew better than to talk without permission, having instead been taught that, in such circumstances, he was simply to await instructions, which were soon forthcoming.

A dinner of several courses had already been presented on the table for the fat client and his guest. For such an important customer, service from the brothel's kitchen was always very quick.

Marius was instructed to pass to the fat client and his guest regular titbits from the varied and plentiful fare on offer, plus copious goblets of wine to swill the food down. The boy was also required to hold napkins for whenever they wished to use them.

The fat client proved, like his guest, not to be a gluttonous eater in terms of the rapidity at which he consumed the fare, which surprised Marius. The obese customer instead only liked to accept his food in little morsels. However, he continued to do so long after the young man in his company had finished, proving that his petite manner was no barrier to devouring ultimately a considerable amount.

Meanwhile, as the dinner progressed, the entertainment changed from acrobats to erotic dancers and subsequently to two naked 14 year-old boys making love to each other on a raised dais temporarily set-up for the purpose. This latter performance proved much more popular amongst the clientele than the preceding ones, especially when two acts of sodomy were successfully completed, followed by two of fellatio. The young prostitutes subsequently bowed and ran from the platform, with some sperm dribbling down both of their chins and inside legs, which was visible evidence that the show had not been pretence.

Another pretty but currently rather frightened-looking boy, attired only in the brothel's common black thong, next appeared on the dais in the company of Fabius. This young prostitute was a couple of years younger than the previous pair.

"Young Creon here has been naughty," Fabius subsequently announced, without bothering to reveal the boy's supposed crime, "and is to be punished. The privilege is, of course, to be auctioned as usual. Will anyone care to proffer the first bid?"

Many adult hands immediately sprung into the air and hectic bidding for the privilege of punishing the poor boy was soon underway. The popularity of such an honour was also quickly proved by the very substantial amount that eventually won the auction.

"And how, Sir," Fabius then asked of the winner of the auction, "would you like to punish the boy, namely here in public or in private and by what method?" "I'm happy to chastise him in full view of my friends," the relevant client answered, whilst standing up from his couch to cheering from many other customers, who were very pleased with his kind consideration.

"I'm also just happy to keep things simple," added the man, who was in his mid-30s and was advancing speedily towards the dais, "and so I'll just flog the brat with the belt of my tunic!" His chosen method of punishment brought some fresh cheering.

Fabius, however, intervened by saying "There's no need to remove your belt, Sir, as I'm sure that we can find a spare one with which to flog the boy." He subsequently signalled to an adult slave, who quickly produced the necessary implement.

Not long afterwards, after the boy had been instructed to stand with his back towards his flagellator's friends, with his hands on his head, the sound of a belt hitting young flesh harshly resounded around the brothel, accompanied by shrieks and whimpering from the young prostitute. Marius found the whole scenario weird because, whilst the poor 12 year-old was being flogged, probably only for committing a very minor misdemeanour, many of the happy watchers continued their dining and conversations.

Marius also wondered how long might pass before he too was the subject of such painful entertainment. The boy was naturally grateful that the Major Domo had apparently not informed on him and Narcissus in respect of the masturbation incident, presumably in return for secretly finally having his way with the older boy.

Otherwise, Marius believed that he and Narcissus would surely by now have earned verbal chastisement from Fabius and Felicia, as well as physical punishment. However, the boy also thought that, given the seemingly minor incidents for which young prostitutes were often unfairly severely disciplined, he was unlikely to avoid such correction for the entirety of his time in the 'House of Ganymede'.

Marius' assessment was, of course and unfortunately for him, to prove to be entirely correct.

(To be continued)