The Traitor's Son Chapters 83-84
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

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Herewith are the next chapters of the saga of Marius, son of the traitor, Sejanus. The original story was by Zelamir but, with the author's permission, has been adapted and rewritten for Nialos by Pueros.

The rewrite conforms to Pueros' own style and the text has been substantially expanded, with significant additions and changes also made to subplots. For example, recent chapters, including these episodes, are all the work of the adapter. However, the main thread of Zelamir's original story has been maintained, namely what ultimately happens to young Marius.

Pueros hopes that his rewrite does Zelamir's original story justice!
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Chapter LXXXIII

Only the lapping of waves against the wooden hull of the stubby sailing ship and the occasional wailing of a seagull could be heard, as the witnesses present intently but silently watched Quintus. They all wanted to see what the boy would now do, with most eyes focused on the quaking hands still protectively covering his genitals.

Marius' eyes were no exception and for the same reasons that those of the other witnesses were similarly focused on Quintus' groin. He wanted to see whether the other boy would signal his acceptance of his fate and submission to Titus' will. He was also eager to view the uncovered genitals, not because of what they would symbolise but because of guilty sexual attraction.

Quintus' physique was rather dirty and dishevelled at present because of what he had recently suffered, with his face in particular covered with the stains from dried tears and blood, with the latter running from his nose, presumably as a result of a knock or smack. There were also discoloured markings round his wrists and ankles, suggesting that he had recently been tightly tied up, presumably to keep him quiescent on the long journey from Rome to Naples. Nevertheless, it was obvious to all that the underlying boy possessed immense beauty.

Quintus was, in fact, similar in many ways to Marius, apart from having dark hair and eyes. He was slim but not too thin, with very pleasant overall bodily proportions. His currently exposed bare bottom was literally outstanding and, if his genitals matched these features, he could be described as a perfect specimen of 12 year-old boyhood.

Time passed but Titus, experienced in such situations, did not become impatient. He could tell from the defeated look in Quintus' eyes that the boy would eventually submit to his will and he was proved correct.

Finally spurred into action by wanting the degrading impasse in which he found himself ended as soon as possible, Quintus' previously clasped hands separated themselves from each other, whilst still protectively covering his genitals. Then, as if watching the curtains rise in a theatre, they very reluctantly and therefore slowly moved apart sideways in different directions to reveal what they had been hiding.

As Quintus' hands subsequently reluctantly came to rest at his sides, appreciative murmurs emanated from the nearby crowd of watching sailors, which were generated for two reasons. The mariners admired the quick way in which Titus had brought the new young slave to heel, as if he were training a previously unruly dog. They also liked what they were now viewing, namely a lovely set of boyish genitalia, which were completely smooth and hairless and as perfectly proportioned as the rest of the child's form.

Titus also glanced at Quintus' now exposed genitals and smiled at the lovely sight, which was important not only for the significance of the moment but also to obtain Tiberius' approval later for the acquisition of this particular boy. The 'Comptroller of Pleasures' recognised that the young sexual organs concerned truly complemented the rest of the new slave's delicious form and would be most pleasing to the Emperor.

Titus had never seen Quintus before their meeting on this day on the sailing ship's foredeck. He had simply accepted the word of the boy's father. The latter, who had a lot to lose if he was being deceitful, had advised that this particular son was especially pretty and should match Tiberius' tastes.

Titus was consequently now pleased to note that the father's word had been good. His son should indeed be highly attractive to Tiberius, and might therefore suffer even more because of such Imperial esteem.

As common in such circumstances, Titus now decided to compound Quintus' humiliation by publicly eradicating any vestiges of resistance to his fate that might remain. He began doing so by reaching out to feel the boy's currently flaccid genitals, and was pleased to experience no opposition.

As Titus gently felt the genitals in question, causing Quintus' already shamed blushing face to intensify in redness and the young cock, which he was fondling, to stir and grow, he asked "Now, tell me, boy, what are you?" However, there was hesitancy in answering.

In case the delay in replying was as a result of Quintus being unsure to what the question referred, Titus decided to make matters clear. He commanded "Tell me, boy, that you're now just a common slave, completely subservient to your Master's will!" However, he encountered further hesitancy.

Titus was unsure what was causing Quintus' hesitancy and apparent speechlessness, namely acute shame at his public nudity and the fondling of his genitals, immense lingering shock at just learning about his revised situation in life or genuine residual resistance. However, to the man, his uncertainty about the source did not really matter.

What really mattered instead was to end Quintus' hesitancy and make him confess that he was now a mere slave, thereby surely shattering any remaining resistance to his fate. Titus therefore took action to terminate the boy's speechlessness, although the child did not at first emit any words.

Quintus instead initially uttered a shrill scream, after Titus had taken the boy's small hairless scrotum between a finger and thumb and unmercifully began to squeeze the immature balls within. "Child, child," the man simultaneously advised, "you must learn to be totally obedient to your Master, including responding quickly and efficiently to his demands. It's a slave's duty to be completely compliant and proficient, not to be surly or unruly. Do you understand?"

Titus then relieved the pressure on Quintus' testicles to allow the boy the breath and opportunity to answer. However, he met with further hesitancy and so began squeezing again, gaining the same loud anguished reaction.

"P….P….Please….n….n….no….m….m…more," Quintus, though, eventually managed to beg amidst his genital anguish and therefore Titus again relieved the pressure on the boy's testicles. "Do you understand what a slave's duty is?" the man subsequently again asked.

On this occasion, Quintus managed to reply "Y….y….yes….I….understand. Please don't squeeze again!"

Titus had noticed that Quintus had not attempted to struggle against or flee from what was being painfully perpetrated on him. The man assumed correctly that this lack of fight confirmed that the boy's mental resolve had already been very badly damaged if not entirely destroyed and only a little bit extra coercion would be needed to break him completely.

"Then, tell me what you are," Titus responded to Quintus' plea. There was now no further hesitancy on the boy's part and the broken child finally confessed "I'm just a common slave, completely subservient to my Master's will!"

Whilst still menacingly gripping Quintus' scrotum, Titus next asked "And who is your Master at present?" "You are," the boy admitted, "on behalf of the Emperor."

"Good boy," Titus commented, "as you're learning fast but you must remember to address me as your Master. Perhaps this will help you do so!" He then harshly squeezed Quintus' balls once more, eliciting another loud scream.

After subsequently finally letting go of Quintus' genitals, Titus suggested "You may now kneel before me to thank me, slave, in the appropriate manner for teaching you about what you now are and what your obligations are in your new role." However, the man could barely hear the resultant response from the boy.

"No, slave, that won't do," Titus reprimanded, after Quintus had humiliatingly subserviently knelt before him and given the appropriate reply, "as your situation is not a secret. Give your thanks loudly so that everyone can hear!"

Quintus, who was now shedding copious tears, somehow drew enough breath and bravery to comply, although he could hardly recognise his own voice as he did so. "I thank you, Master," the kneeling boy loudly announced, "for showing me that I'm now just a common slave, who has to be completely subservient to your will and therefore exhibit total obedience, including responding quickly and efficiently to all demands!"

More appreciative murmurs now emanated from the nearby crowd of watching sailors, as they again admired the rapid manner in which Titus had brought Quintus to complete humiliating submission to his fate and to the man himself. Even Marius was awed by the way in which the other boy's morale had been so utterly destroyed so speedily before him.

"Now, slave," Titus next advised Quintus, "given your new status, you won't expect me to ignore the insults that you've recently hurled at me. First, I recall that you attacked one of my servants, who was only trying to carry out my orders. Second, you accused me of lying about your father's disposal of you. Third, you protested at me stripping you, when any Master has every right to disrobe and inspect his human property. Fourth, despite clear orders from me, you hesitated in both revealing your genitals and confessing about what you have now become. All of these misdemeanours are clearly worthy of severe punishment and so I shall now beat you!"

"My crop," Titus subsequently called out, whilst extending his right hand. In an instant, his little slaveboy emerged again from behind his back.

Like a good slaveboy, the child had anticipated his master's needs and had previously quietly scampered off to retrieve the crop as soon as Quintus had made his earlier fruitless dash for freedom. Consequently, he was able to place the cruel and well-used hard leather implement in Titus' waiting palm almost simultaneous to hearing the relevant command.

The little slave grinned broadly as he delivered the crop to Titus' outstretched hand, whilst his minuscule loincloth ballooned slightly at the front, suggesting that he was experiencing an erection. In fact, his small cock always became strangely aroused when watching another boy other than himself being beaten.

Titus' two adult slaves, who had earlier released Quintus when their master was sure that the boy would not attempt to flee again but was instead ready to indulge in his acts of submission, did not have to be ordered to grab his arms firmly once more. They were also very happy to assist in the boy's imminent punishment, given what he had earlier done to one of them, whose damaged nose was still hurting so much that the pain suggested that the proboscis was broken.

Quintus actually allowed himself to be grabbed by the two adult slaves without any struggle. The boy was both too shocked at the announcement that he was to be subjected to imminent punishment and too shattered in spirit to exhibit any early resistance.

Titus subsequently raised his crop and laid the cruel leather gently but menacingly across Quintus' bare chest, whilst carefully measuring his distance. This disturbing action caused the boy finally to react.

"P….P….Please….please….I'll do anything...b….b….but….please….don't beat me!" Quintus begged in stutter. "As a slave, you'll do anything that I want anyway," Titus initially suggested in response. "You must, in your addresses to me," the man also reminded, "additionally always call me Master!"

"Master, please don't beat me, Master," Quintus quickly replied, whilst now remembering to use the necessary title and with his urgent desperation somehow eliminating his earlier stutter. "That's better," Titus retorted, "but you must also learn that, as a slave, you do not speak without permission, as you've just done with your entreaty, which will therefore only earn you extra punishment."

"You see," Titus continued, "I know from extensive experience that the best way to ensure that a lesson is well learnt and remembered in future is by beating the message into a slave brat like you, which is what I'll now do!" He subsequently raised his crop menacingly over his right shoulder and briefly paused, whilst grinning into the tearstained face of the clearly petrified Quintus.

Titus' grin then transformed into more of a sadistic smirk, as he brought his crop hissing downwards with all of his energy behind the movement, which was aimed at the boy's bare chest. The fierce whistle of the implement during the descent was followed by the sharp crack of leather striking vulnerable flesh and soon afterwards another shrill scream, as acute agony coursed through a young body.

"You will never again, slave, deny your new status or insult, question or defy your Master," Titus firmly suggested to Quintus after this first blow and again momentarily pausing. He also happily sadistically observed the thin white line created by his crop fill with blood, consequently turn red and subsequently begin to deepen in colour at the edges as bruising spread. Teardrops also arrived at the scene, after streaming down and falling off the cheeks of the boy's crying face onto his hurting chest.

A little bead of blood also began to form where the tip of the crop had nipped Quintus on the outer edge of his left nipple. More incongruously, after previously returning to flaccidity in reaction to his testicles being agonisingly squeezed, the boy's cock additionally began to show signs of renewed growth.

After ending his brief pause, Titus subsequently set to work in earnest, slashing his crop alternately rightwards and leftwards across Quintus' bare chest. In agonised reaction, the naked boy howled and bucked in the grasp of the two burly adult slaves. He also occasionally raised his feet instinctively from the deck in a fruitless defensive act.

The tip of the cruel implement, when it curled round the Quintus' ribcage, sometimes ripped the tightly drawn skin to draw more blood. However, such injury did not cause Titus to reduce for now the ferocity of his assault.

Titus had been responsible for the infliction of severe beatings on many boys over the years, most at his own sadistic hands. He was therefore expert at appraising and controlling the relevant damage and fully knew when to stop to prevent permanent harm.

Quintus was valuable to Titus, as long as he was thoroughly broken in spirit. However, the boy would be a worthless asset to him if damaged.

Tiberius liked physical perfection in his young catamites, at least until he himself began to destroy such an attribute. However, Titus' expertise indicated to him that Quintus' body was still capable of receiving further blows from his crop without sustaining permanent damage.

Throughout his vicious attack, which was pleasing the watching sailors, who all sadistically liked to see a bit of cruelty being displayed against a slave, particularly such a young and pretty one as Quintus, but horrifying Marius, Titus delivered further verbal reminders with each stinging blow. He was determined that the boy would never forget the lessons to be learnt from his beating.

Titus had shortened these verbal reminders from that delivered with his first blow. He now simply suggested to Quintus, simultaneous to each subsequent hit, "You will always be obedient!"

Eventually, Titus again paused. Quintus now barely stood before him, as the naked boy had to be held upright by the two adult slaves gripping him or otherwise he would certainly have collapsed to the deck.

Quintus' recent screams in reaction to each blow from the crop had also become more subdued and in between he was reduced to sobbing relatively quietly. The experienced Titus therefore recognised that much further punishment at this stage would be inappropriate.

Quintus' ability to feel the pain from every hit was now too diminished to make the effort worthwhile, as his senses had defensively effectively overloaded and were shutting down. Anyway, further flagellation of the boy's chest by the crop would soon cause irreparable damage, which could not be allowed to happen.

The experienced Titus could expertly judge that the current injuries to Quintus' chest would completely heal. However, such a situation would quickly change if too many more vicious blows were inflicted.

Titus therefore collected Quintus' chin in his free hand and tipped the boy's now drooping head upwards in order to look down again into his face, which was wet with copious tears flowing from his glazed eyes and mucus leaking from his nose. "Now for….the final part….of your lesson today….slave," the man subsequently announced, with his voice somewhat breathless because of his recent exertions but still thick with excitement.

"Hold….the brat….very still now," Titus next commanded of his two adult slaves, whilst releasing Quintus' chin, "as….this….takes….considerable skill." He then stepped back and laid the tip of the cane fully across the centre of the boy's left nipple.

On being released by Titus, Quintus' head had drooped downwards once more. However, the man's latest command to his two adult slaves and the resting of the cruel crop on the boy's left nipple reactivated some reaction because the young victim of the beating had somehow sensed what was to come.

Quintus raised his head, focused his tearful eyes on Titus and again begged between his sobs "Master, no….p….p….please don't!" However, the boy's desperate pleas were cut of by another shrill scream, as the cruel crop slashed down yet again, this time splitting his left nipple open.

"Mmmm, it's….nice to observe….that I haven't….lost my accuracy," Titus subsequently commented to no one in particular, on inspecting the fresh damage that he had just inflicted on Quintus' ravaged chest. "Now, continue to….hold….the brat….very still," he then instructed of the two adult slaves, "as….I attempt….to see….whether my aim….can be as good….with his other nipple!"

As Titus uttered his latest order, Quintus' sudden return to lively reaction to his penance was confirmed by him now screaming hysterically and writhing energetically in order to try to escape the firm grasp of the two adult slaves. However, the boy's attempts to avoid his right nipple suffering a similar excruciating fate to that recently experienced by his left quickly proved fruitless.

Quintus instead screamed more loudly than ever when Titus' crop now accurately split open the boy's right nipple, with the associated pain being worse than with any other blow. Some blood also trickled down his chin because the agony had induced him to bite both his lip and tongue.

Titus subsequently stood back again in order to admire his handiwork and regain his breath. He had no intention of continuing to address Quintus in a stuttering manner because of his recent exertions.

After Titus had finally restored his energy, he again raised Quintus' chin, which was now damp with tears, mucus and blood, so that he could once more look into the boy's face. "For the catalogue of misdemeanours that you perpetrated earlier, slave," the man then informed, "you should rightly receive a more comprehensive beating than I've just delivered. The rest of your front, including your genitals, as well as the whole of your rear, should be thoroughly flogged too. However, I'll mercifully take into account the fact that you're new to your new status, and I also want you to be in a fit enough condition to meet the Emperor soon."

"I'll therefore suspend the remainder of what should be a more deserving sentence," Titus announced, "unless you re- offend in the near future, when I'll deliver what I've described. Do you understand, slave?"

Quintus' deeply distressed mind somehow perceived Titus' message and the boy therefore answered "Y….Y….Yes….Master!" "Good," the man replied, "and now you can thank me, slave, for instilling this important lesson into you, and for showing mercy in not delivering your full rightful punishment!"

Quintus again could barely recognise his own voice when, between sobs, he managed to say in response "Thank….you….Master….f….f….for….the….l….l….le sson….and….f….f ….for….your….mercy!" "You're welcome," Titus remarked in return before throwing his crop onto the deck, from where the now bloodied implement was obediently collected by his attendant little slaveboy.

Titus next once more addressed his two adult slaves and commanded "Now chain the brat to the deck again. I don't want him doing anything silly like jumping overboard and cheating the Emperor of his pleasures in that way!"

Titus simultaneously looked at the damaged face of one of the two men, as the pair again chained the now unresisting Quintus' ankle to the metal ring embedded in the deck. "The brat appears to have rearranged your nose somewhat, Glaucus," he subsequently remarked to the adult slave, whom the boy had earlier kicked.

"Yes, the brat has, Master," the adult slave angrily growled. "I wish that you'd let me do the same to him!" he added.

"Don't make such a fuss, Glaucus," Titus retorted, "as you weren't much to glance at before. I bought you for your muscles not your looks, and anyway the Emperor wouldn't appreciate a new catamite whose nose is disfigured. Still, I suppose that you deserve some compensation from the brat for the pain and damage he's caused you."

Titus paused whilst he pondered what this compensation should comprise. "Ah, yes," he ultimately concluded, "you can teach the brat what our Emperor's little minnows are sometimes required to do when their Imperial Master is in his swimming pool. I believe, Glaucus, that you know what I mean!"

Glaucus' damaged and hurting face suddenly smirked in delight on hearing of Titus' compensation proposal, for he did know what his master meant. As the Roman historian, Suetonius, was later to allege in his 'The Twelve Caesars', Tiberius' young catamites were often required to swim in the pool between the Emperor's legs to perform underwater fellatio.

Quintus' imminent first literal taste of fellatio was, however, to be performed above water.

Chapter LXXXIV

"I do indeed, and thank you very much, Master," Glaucus responded in genuine appreciation of Titus' generous offer. The adult slave considered having Quintus compensating him for damaging his nose through publicly performing fellatio might nicely be even more anguishing for the boy than a continued battering, as the hurt would be to his precious Roman pride.

"Well, get on with it then, man," Titus subsequently smilingly commanded, as he observed the clearly excited Glaucus apparently hesitate over what precisely to do next. The adult slave, now grinning broadly despite his hurting nose, obeyed by quickly deciding to shed his tunic and remove his underlying loincloth underwear to stand unashamedly naked on the foredeck. He proved to be a heavily muscled brute, whose strong body was covered in a mat of coarse red hair.

"Oh, Lord," Titus simultaneously shouted, "how long have you been there?" He had finally noticed Drusus standing nearby.

Without waiting for an answer, Titus added, with clear amusement in his voice, "Anyway, Lord, regardless of how long, please come and watch the fun more closely. I think that you'll find the spectacle entertaining, as young Quintus literally gains his first taste of some of his slave duties to come!"

Marius, whose attentions had been fixed on the humiliation and punishment of Quintus, now noticed Drusus standing on the foredeck with a rather unfathomable expression on his face. "I've been here since you started to beat the brat," the boy subsequently overheard the young man replying to Titus' original question.

"I heard screaming and I thought that it might be coming from…." Drusus added before, whilst glancing briefly at Marius, terminating his explanation without completion and instead changing subject by requesting "Tell me, Titus, why did you choose to beat the boy on his chest rather than his bottom. Isn't the latter the commonest target for punishing such brats?"

"In part because of personal preference, Lord," Titus smilingly answered, "as I have to confess that I rather enjoy looking into the eyes of the brats I'm flogging to see the terror and pain there." "The Emperor also has similar tastes," he added, in a way that was boastful rather than regretful and whilst rolling his finger and thumb together suggestively, "and he especially likes to have boys about with tender and therefore easily hurt nipples!"

Another sharp cry from Quintus then resonated around the foredeck. "Ah," Titus exclaimed cheerfully, "it sounds as if Glaucus is just beginning to give our new young slave his next lesson. Do watch this, Lord, as the scene should put you in the right mood for the pleasures of Capri!"

Glaucus had gripped hold of Quintus, who had just been returned to a sitting position, with his ankle firmly chained to the foredeck, by his hair and had pulled him to his knees. The adult slave was also forcibly directing the boy's reluctant face up towards his exposed crotch, from which an enormous erection, ribbed with red and blue veins, already excitedly jutted out of a great forest of ginger hair, with the swollen tip touching the man's equally hirsute stomach.

Quintus was again crying and doing his best to resist the movement, causing Glaucus to command "Come on, slut, lick and suck it or suffer the consequences." However, the boy's reluctance to co-operate was defiantly maintained.

"All right then, slut," Glaucus vengefully commented in annoyance, "let's see how you like this!" Twisting his right hand in Quintus' hair, the man subsequently bent forward and squeezed the boy's damaged right nipple, from which blood was still oozing, between the finger and thumb of his other hand.

Quintus howled again in pain and his body jerked convulsively. His head was then thrust into Glaucus' crotch and, with the boy's resistance now completely overcome by his recent reintroduction to nipple torture, his tongue and mouth began to work furiously but rather clumsily.

Quintus, although not entirely ignorant about sexual matters, had previously been innocently completely unaware that such a deed as fellatio was ever indulged. The boy was therefore totally inexperienced in the art, as well as being literally nauseated by what he was being forcibly directed in shame to do by the vengeful Glaucus, particularly as the environment in which he was compelled to work was so disgustingly hairy, sweaty and smelly.

Meanwhile, the watching sailors welcomed the sight of Quintus' latest surrender, as was evident by renewed appreciative murmuring, although most were also jealous of Glaucus. Some additionally wondered whether Titus might later be equally generous with them in allowing the still humiliatingly naked boy to practise some of his likely future duties in Imperial service on them too, or allow Marius to do so.

Meanwhile, Titus commented nonchalantly to Drusus "Isn't it amazing, Lord, what an excellent motivator pain is?" He subsequently began to issue instructions to Quintus, being initially dissatisfied with how clumsily the clearly inexperienced boy was performing his first act of fellatio.

"Quintus," Titus observed, "that's not the best way to provide Glaucus with the fullest satisfaction." "Instead," he went on to suggest, "first run your tongue up and down the full length of his cock."

Quintus, mindful of his partially suspended sentence for supposed previous misbehaviour, immediately complied with Titus' suggestion. The boy did so despite the fact that such public action in the maintained shame of nudity was to him not only thoroughly debasing, especially as he was pleasuring a mere slave, but also truly distasteful in all senses of that word.

Quintus' fear and broken spirit actually now helped him to pursue his horrible task in line with Titus' instructions with reasonable proficiency. The boy also somehow simultaneously managed to prevent himself from gagging and vomiting.

"Yes, that's right," Titus commented on happily viewing Quintus' newly found compliant competence, "lick Glaucus' cock right from the tip to the root and back again, and do so on all sides." He subsequently watched for a while as the boy continued to obey.

"Now, lick around the engorged tip of Glaucus' erection," Titus later instructed. "Yes," he then elaborated, "roll your tongue around the cockhead, also giving some attention to the slit."

"Good boy," Titus eventually remarked on observing Quintus' decent efforts to continue to comply, "you're doing well now. Weren't you a silly lad to try to resist giving Glaucus some pleasure?"

"Now, take as much of Glaucus' cock into your mouth as possible," Titus subsequently ordered after another time gap, "until you can feel the shaft penetrating your throat and temporarily blocking your air-supply. Then withdraw and continuously repeat the process, whilst ensuring that your lips and tongue are always in contact with his penis."

Titus could subsequently tell, from the look of pure pleasure on Glaucus' face, that Quintus was somehow managing to fulfil this latest difficult instruction quite well too. He therefore allowed the action to continue for another while before announcing "Now for something different!"

"Move your oral attentions downwards, boy," Titus next commanded, "to kiss and lick Glaucus' scrotum. Also, try to locate his balls and carefully take each one in turn into your mouth and suck gently. You'll have to bend over a bit lower and push your bottom out a little further in order to do so."

Quintus again reluctantly complied, although his mouth and tongue encountered difficulty in kissing and licking anything other than hair, such was the thickness of the red hirsute coverage on Glaucus' large and heavy scrotum. Whilst, the boy also subsequently attempted to locate the man's testicles, Titus reached forwards, placing one hand on the 12 year-old's curvaceous bottom whilst gently pressing the forefinger of the other against his invitingly now exposed sphincter.

Quintus felt the intrusion of Titus' finger gently bypassing his sphincter to enter and wiggle inside his virginal anus. However, he now fully appreciated that he could not protest or otherwise resist such debasing intimacy, even if his mouth had not been fully preoccupied with other concerns.

Titus' gently fingering of Quintus' anus was quickly rewarded and he was soon able to look up at the still watching Drusus, whilst again grinning broadly. "Look, Lord," he happily suggested, "for our small snooty son of a Senator has just proven himself to be no better than a common whore, as his own little cock has suddenly become hard. The slut's taking to his new role like a duck to water!"

Titus subsequently extracted his forefinger from inside Quintus and wiped his digit on the boy's dark hair. He then straightened and stepped back in satisfaction at demonstrating his point.

"Now, boy, I think that Glaucus is almost ready to release his seed," Titus next declared, after observing the literally ecstatic expression on his adult slave's face. "You've therefore done very well, child," he added, "but must now complete your duty in the appropriate manner."

"Stop sucking Glaucus' balls," Titus went on to command, "and instead just run your tongue again down the underside of that big rod of his, from the base to the tip." On observing Quintus once more obey, he subsequently instructed "Right, now take the end in your mouth and suck gently."

"Good boy," Titus then commented, on seeing this latest instruction obeyed, "and now you have quite a mouthful, don't you?" However, Quintus was in no position to answer.

Meanwhile, Glaucus, who was close to climax, suddenly released his tight hold on Quintus' hair to grab his ears instead and pull him forward so that the boy had to take the full length of the man's cock into his mouth and throat. Everyone watching, including Marius, saw the child's eyes consequently bulge and roll in horror and terror.

Quintus' chest soon also heaved painfully, as he attempted desperately to gasp for air. Fortunately, Glaucus briefly relaxed his hold, allowing the boy to pull back and drag a breath, only for the man to pull him forward again just afterwards.

Thankfully for Quintus' ability to breathe, Glaucus subsequently repetitively pulled the boy's head backwards and forwards. The man was effectively sodomising the attendant young lips, tongue and throat but also allowing some air to slip by in the process.

"Try and swallow Glaucus' seed, boy, when it gushes in," Titus next advised on witnessing the scene and the fact that his adult slave was so obviously close to undoubtedly highly productive climax, "as doing so should make what's about to come easier for you. You'll probably choke otherwise!"

Glaucus simultaneously increased the speed and urgency of his thrusting until, with an accompanying ecstatic exclamation, he suddenly froze, with his body arched and the muscles of his hairy bottom pulsing, and as he pumped his seed into Quintus. Titus was subsequently rewarded for his earlier suggestion by the sight of the boy's throat gulping frantically, as copious manly semen poured into the new young slave's innards.

Meanwhile, Marius continued to watch. The boy's current main emotion was fascination at the fact that Quintus had proved to be such a quick learner in the art of fellatio, albeit only out of needful desperation.

Titus now ceased uttering his instructions. Consequently, the only sounds that could presently be heard were again the slap of waves against the ship's hull and the occasional cries of seagulls wheeling overhead, plus the gulping of a boy's throat and the harsh panting of a man enjoying ecstatic sexual climax.

The sated Glaucus next eventually released his hold on Quintus' ears and stood back, simultaneously withdrawing his erection from deep down the boy's now sore throat just before the young host might have passed out through lack of oxygen. A string of extraneous cum still dribbled from the man's engorged cockhead.

Marius subsequently noticed the stricken expression on Quintus' now bright red face, as he collapsed thoroughly ashamed and exhausted onto the deck, with semen also dribbling down his chin. He felt a pang of sorrow for the other boy and was briefly tempted to go to his aid before reality drew him to the conclusion that he would probably only be punished for his efforts in being so presumptive to act without orders.

"That was excellent, boy," Titus crowed at Quintus, who remained lying in a shamed and exhausted heap on the deck, "as you've proven yourself to be a natural little slave whore in front of everyone here. Don't therefore let me hear any more nonsense from you about being a free boy."

"You've demonstrated to us all," Titus continued, "that you've found your true vocation in life, as a natural little whore. I'm sure the Emperor will be pleased with you, and just think how happy that will make your father!"

On hearing these insulting words, more tears flowed from Quintus' dark sensuous eyes, this time to fall onto the wooden deck of the sailing ship taking him to his new prospectively perilous and deeply demeaning life.

(To be continued)