The Traitor's Son Chapters 9-10
By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter IX

Once Marius had reached Crastus, the man reached up and took hold of the naked boy by his narrow hips. He then drew the 11 year-old down onto his lap.

Crastus next extended his left arm round Marius' chest to tease the boy's lefthand nipple roughly with his fingers. Meanwhile, the man's other hand rested for a moment just above the boy's right knee before beginning a slow teasing journey up the inside of the youngster's thigh.

Stirring uneasily in increasingly libidinous reaction to Crastus' lewd attentions, Marius could not help but eventually moan softly, whilst throwing his head back. In response, the man bent forward and nuzzled the side of the boy's neck, whilst his right hand finally reached the 11 year-old's completely smooth crotch.

For a moment, Crastus subsequently gently rolled Marius' small hairless balls between his finger and thumb before carefully cupping them in the palm of his hand. The man then withdrew his hand and pulled the boy further back so that his young bottom was pressed tight into his own adult groin.

Marius now felt Crastus' erection through the coarse material of the man's tunic, pressing uncomfortably hard against his young naked rear. The boy therefore wriggled a little so that the adult's swollen cock was resting more easily along the cleft of his bottom, which resulted in further apparently very happy penile growth.

This penile phenomenon caused the insatiably curious Marius to want to forget all decorum and instead experiment by continuing to move his bottom carefully up and down against Crastus' eager erection. "Well done, boy," the man whispered into the 11 year-old's ear in satisfied reaction.

"Go on," Crastus added, in a successful effort to encourage Marius not to stop and whilst his manly penile swelling and throbbing increased even more substantially in response, "you good little slut. You really want it. Don't you, you little whore?"

Despite the insults inherent in Crastus' words, Marius shamefully complied with the request to continue because the feel of the man's hard cock rubbing the lips of his virginal anus somehow, even through the intervening tunic, filled him with intense excitement. This situation was exemplified by his own maintenance of a fulsome but, of course, much smaller erection and a glazing of his sensuous blue eyes.

Nevertheless, amidst his increasing sexual excitement, Marius managed to look across the room, where he saw Pulchellus squatting between Varro's opened knees. The boy's head was buried in the man's hairy groin.

Pulchellus had taken Varro's cock into his mouth. The cheeks of the boy's pretty face were also sunken as he sucked on the large manly penis.

Marius' attention to Pulchellus' activities then suddenly stopped when he next felt Crastus' hands again intimately fondle his nude and shamefully willing young body. The boy was simply enjoying himself too much for any considerations of personal disgrace at his reaction to such activities intervening to dampen his ardour.

Marius did momentarily contemplate the fact that the hands molesting him were those of a rapist and killer and not just of anyone. Crastus had defiled and then murdered the boy's own elder brother and sister. However, the present delectable feelings overwhelming his form encouraged him to the notion that currently at least he did not care about the man's previous perfidies, as he only desired the continuation of the delicious sensations.

'Perhaps it's true that I'm just a whore,' Marius mind considered, as he began to pant and strain in his eagerness. Meanwhile, Crastus smiled at the boy's clearly eager submission to his expert sexual ministrations, learnt from playing with many other similar young sluts over the years.

Crastus now put one hand under Marius' groin and momentarily eased the panting boy partly clear of his lap. The 11 year- old next felt the man's tunic being pulled away from under him.

After the lustrous curves of Marius' bare bottom were subsequently allowed back down to rest again on Crastus' lap, there was now nothing between his bare bumcrack and the man's distended cock. Nevertheless, the boy resumed moving the cleft carefully up and down against the adult's eager erection

At the same time, Varro finally seized Pulchellus harshly by the ears. He subsequently rather brutally dragged the boy's head forward to bury the full substantial length of his manly cock in the 12 year-old's mouth.

Varro next began to work Pulchellus' head backwards and forwards, as he mercilessly sodomised the boy's oral orifice. The man then eventually cried out and Marius saw him arch his body as the 12 year-old sucked and swallowed desperately.

Thankfully for Pulchellus' ability to breathe, Varro quickly released the boy's ears and the 12 year-old fell backwards onto his bottom. Some white fluid trickled from between his lips and down his chin.

Marius simultaneously felt the blood pulsing faster in Crastus' tumid cock. The man then jerked convulsively, whilst pulling his erection backwards, and the boy soon felt jets of warm sticky fluid splash upwards against the small of his back.

Crastus grunted and pushed Marius roughly away, tipping the boy onto the floor. The 11 year-old subsequently knelt there on all fours, aching with unassuaged need. His little cock was still robustly hard and copious manly sperm was trickling down his bare back and bottom.

"Pulchellus," Crastus next shouted after a moment's rest, "come here!" The boy obediently scrambled to his feet, whilst wiping Varro's seed from his lips and chin with the back of his hand.

Pulchellus then trotted compliantly over to Crastus. The boy's own cock was still was hard and wobbled stiffly in front of him as he moved.

Crastus said nothing but instead pointed. Still wanting to please and understanding the gesture, Pulchellus therefore bent forward and licked the extraneous cum off the man's softening cockhead, as well as the spilt spent sperm from the dark hairs that covered his stomach and crotch.

"And the other whore too!" Crastus eventually rasped, after Pulchellus had accomplished his literally distasteful chore. Consequently, the 12 year-old knelt behind Marius to lick away the man's semen from the younger boy's back, with his tongue also lapping the thickening liquid from where it had begun to trickle down the cleft of the other youngster's bottom.

Marius' own still hard cock quivered in delighted reaction to the feel of Pulchellus' tongue on his body, especially when it ran down his bumcrack. The younger boy had never previously experienced such delicious feelings and he did not want such intimate attention to stop. However, Crastus had other ideas.

"Well," Crastus next commented whilst laughing, "you've had your supper, Pulchellus. It's now time for you and Marius to bring us ours. Off with you both once more to the kitchen!"

"Varro," Crastus subsequently asked, after the two naked boys had left the room, "was the dark-haired brat any good!" "Well boss," the other man replied with a grin, "if his bottom's as good to fuck as his mouth, we won't have anything to complain about!"

Chapter X

After the two boys had brought more food and wine from the kitchen, on this occasion without untoward incident, Crastus returned Marius to his manly lap while he ate. He also fed the 11 year-old occasional scraps from his plate.

Meanwhile, Pulchellus had to move around the room serving the food and wine, whilst enduring the men's lewd jibes and fondling. However, as he moved among them, the boy was still attempting to make the best of his situation to gain favour.

Pulchellus therefore deliberately wriggled his own bottom invitingly, whilst giggling at the men's crude quips and intimate manhandling. The boy even appeared to enjoy rather than to resent their lecherous attentions, whilst he alluringly looked at them with clear seductiveness.

Evidence for Pulchellus' seductive enjoyment came from his slightly parted mouth, from which his tongue regularly emerged to lick his lips, his rather glazed eyes and his small boyish cock straining upwards. These symptoms seemed to verify that he was himself in a state of high sexual excitement.

"Boss, who's going to fuck this tight-arsed little slut first?" Grynium eventually asked of Crastus, whilst his hand stroked Pulchellus' bottom, which was normally extremely nice but currently besmirched by the linear bruises resulting from his recent caning. The boy had finished serving the final course of figs and honey and had been called over by the man to refill his goblet with wine.

"Well," Crastus answered generously, "Me and Varro have already shot our loads, so we both need some time for rest and recuperation. I therefore think that the privilege rests between you and Lucillus!"

"Only after you two have fucked the slut," Crastus continued, "will me and Varro have our turn. As I'm the oldest of us and so I take longer to get back on form, I'll go last!"

Crastus then took a fig from his plate between his finger and thumb and popped the little fruit into Marius' mouth. "As for which of you two goes first," he subsequently added, "you can decide that between yourselves, perhaps by throwing a dice!"

"As thoughtful humane people," Grynium responded with a cruel grin, "I think that we should allow the man with the smallest cock to go first. That should lead to less tearing of the brat's bum!"

"But which of us is the smallest?" enquired Lucillus. "Let the whore decide," Grynium answered, "as, after all, it's his rump we'll be fucking!"

"Fair enough," Lucillus replied, whilst unsteadily climbing to his feet and pulling off his tunic and loincloth underwear. "You strip too, Grynium," he then suggested, "as the slut can't be expected to choose between our cocks unless he can get a clear view of both of them!"

Grynium complied and the two men proved to be very similar in build. They were heavily muscled brutes, well suited to their cruel profession. However, Lucillus' body was topped with a thick matt of coarse ginger hair, whilst the hirsute covering of the other was black and, except about his chest and crotch, less prolific.

Marius, from his place nestling on Crastus' knees, gazed in wonder at the two men's already partly swollen cocks. There appeared to him to be little to choose between them in size.

Marius also wondered how Pulchellus would be able to accommodate the fully bloated versions within his slim body. The boy then shivered when the thought struck him that in time he too would now probably have to bear the agony of a man's penis forcing his bottom open and penetrating deep into his insides.

Meanwhile, Pulchellus' previous act of apparent enjoyment at serving the libidinous men had ceased and worry was now the obvious prevalent emotion expressed by his face. The boy was, of course, no virgin. His previous master, Echion, had sodomised him on a regular basis. However, the estate steward only possessed a small cock, which had been relatively easy to accommodate, especially after his catamite had become accustomed to the relevant sexual act. The much bigger penises now displayed by Grynium and Lucillus, and previously by Crastus and Varro, represented another challenge entirely.

Pulchellus' bottom would have not only to accommodate more monstrous cocks than usual but also to entertain four in succession. The experience was bound to be painful but the boy clearly had no option but be compliant.

Pulchellus glanced apprehensively from cock to cock, albeit also with a clear perverse degree of excitement pervading his pretty form, which had humiliatingly enticed his own much smaller penis back to erection. From his fearful but additionally obviously shamefully stimulated base expression, it was clear that the boy was fully aware of the enormity of the task ahead him.

Indecision, consternation and thrill, in almost equal proportions, were reflected on Pulchellus' face, which was as attractive as his character was unpleasant, as he stared at the two men's cocks, which were already beginning to rise in anticipation of ravaging his tender bottom. In response to the scene, Crastus commented "I don't think that the brat can make a sensible decision with your pricks almost limp."

"Therefore sink down to your knees, slut," Crastus added, "and use your mouth and tongue to interest the men's cocks further so that you can make your decision with more accurate information. The more you dampen both pricks, the easier it'll also be for you in the end because there'll be nothing else to lubricate them other than spit!"

Pulchellus compliantly knelt down between Grynium and Lucillus, now appreciating that disobedience would not only lead to punishment but also more distressing ultimate sodomy. By the enthusiastic way the boy then buried his lovely head consecutively in the men's crotches, Crastus' words had clearly been delivered with the desired effect.

Marius watched as Pulchellus licked and sucked the cocks and balls of the obviously very happy Grynium and Lucillus, bringing the two manly hirsute penile shafts very quickly to full erection. The cocks then maintained their hardness, even proudly quivering in apparent cruel anticipation of the pleasures to come.

Having successfully completed his literally distasteful task in respect of both Grynium and Lucillus, Pulchellus next squatted back onto his heels to look again at the two rampant cocks, which would soon to be buried to the hilt inside his body. The rigid penises in question were both blue veined and leaking copious precum just in front of his face.

Lucillus' cock had risen from its bed of coarsely curling odorous ginger hair in a curved manner, reminiscent of a scimitar. Meanwhile, Grynium's penis stood upright, ramrod straight from its base among the smelly forest of black hairs that covered his own crotch.

Grynium's patience then broke before the hesitant Pulchellus could decide which cock should first have the pleasure of sodomising him. With an impatient curse, the man suddenly grabbed the boy by one arm and, after first jerking him roughly to his feet, he half threw him, face down, across his nearby couch.

Pulchellus felt himself hanging over the side of the couch and, knowing that he had no choice, he hastily spread his legs and pushed his bottom upwards to offer himself to Grynium's enthusiastic cock. The man then took two quick steps across the room to where the boy's bottom had been so considerately and invitingly raised and dropped to his knees between the 12 year-old's two outstretched lower limbs.

Lucillus began to protest the usurpation of his rights but then quickly shrugged and grinned. His generous attitude was summarised by his subsequent comment of "It's only a slave brat's bum, so I can wait!"

Grynium spat on his fingers and worked his saliva generously between the lips of Pulchellus' anus. Despite his fear of imminent pain, the tingling feelings generated by the man's action meant that the boy could not help but moan in excitement.

Marius noticed the muscles in the backs of Pulchellus' lithe legs straining as the 12 year-old forced his bottom higher in shameful instinctive response to Grynium's probing fingers. The younger boy's own hard cock quivered at the sight.

Grynium next dug his thumbs into the flesh of Pulchellus' bruised and sore bottom, pulling the boy's buttock's apart to expose fully the pink sphincter. The man's action caused the 12 year-old now to change his tune and wince and gasp in pain.

Of course, Grynium, mind and penis oblivious to all considerations other than immediately satisfying their carnal desires, ignored Pulchellus' whimpering and instead pressed the tip of his engorged cock against the entry to the boy's anus. Marius then saw the man's powerful haunches thrust overpoweringly and mercilessly forward.

Pulchellus instantly threw his head back and screamed, whilst his fingers tore desperately at the cloth covering of the couch across which he lay. However, Grynium continued to show the boy no mercy.

Again and again Grynium drove relentlessly forward before withdrawing to repeat his action. The man even lifted the diminutive boy bodily from the couch under the force of his remorseless assault, as he pitilessly repeatedly hammered the full length of his swollen cock into the 12 year-old's pretty form.

Pulchellus' face became contorted with pain, whilst saliva dribbled from his mouth to mix with the tears and mucus that flowed from his eyes and nose onto the couch below his head. However, the boy's screams eventually became more muted as the initially excruciating act of sodomy continued unyieldingly, simultaneous to an apparent abatement of the ferocity of the man's attack.

Grynium's movements became less violent, as he instead began to thrust his cock in and out of Pulchellus more regularly. To aid his rhythm, the man also placed his two hands on the boy's hips to steady the pair of them.

Pulchellus' shrieks gradually decreased in volume until they finally fell away to an occasional low whimper, punctuated by the harsh panting of both man and boy as they copulated energetically. The 12 year-old's body also began to respond submissively and apparently co-operatively to the movements of the large cock invading him.

Marius could eventually see the muscles in Pulchellus' bottom working with patent willingness, as the boy clearly attempted to draw Grynium's cock ever deeper into himself. In response, the tempo of the man's thrusting began to increase again, whilst his young victim's earlier screaming was now replaced by the return of his original contented moaning.

Grynium eventually shouted incoherently and drove forward with more vigour than ever. The man's rigidly ecstatic body then jerked convulsively, as he ejaculated deep inside the now deliriously moaning Pulchellus.

Grynium allowed himself to appreciate his orgasm fully before heaving his softening cock, now soiled with a mixture of cum, blood and worse, out of Pulchellus. Marius subsequently again caught a glimpse of the older boy's bottom, which displayed a similar foul mixture oozing from the 12 year-old's ravaged and undoubtedly hurting anus, before Lucillus stepped eagerly forward to take his colleague's place.

Grynium picked up a napkin from the table and dipped the cloth into a water jug before using it to wipe the filth from his now flaccid cock. In contrast, Marius' own bare but still virginal bottom became aware that Crastus' own manly penis was again beginning to stiffen underneath him, having undoubtedly been stimulated by the recent show.

Shamefully perversely excited by the feel of Crastus' hardening cock again pressing against his bare bottom and the spectacle of Pulchellus' subjection to multiple sodomy, Marius could not next prevent himself from wriggling his smooth boy's rump tighter into the man's lap. The adult penis beneath him happily hardened further in response.

Crastus also laughed and, reaching out, dipped two fingers into the bowl of figs and honey. Dripping with sticky sweetness, he then pressed them against Marius' rosy lips.

Marius took the gooey fingers eagerly between his lips. The boy then licked and sucked the honey from them, as Crastus worked them inside his mouth before repeating his action several times. Meanwhile, Lucillus and then Varro sodomised Pulchellus with eager speed, having previously been highly stimulated by the sight of their colleagues doing so.

Crastus' turn to experience the pleasure of sodomising Pulchellus then finally came. He therefore lifted Marius gently from his knees in order to walk over to where the older boy, face awash with his own tears, saliva and mucus, lay half on the couch, with his bottom, shedding blood and extraneous semen, still compliantly raised ready for his enjoyment.

As a consequence of Marius' wrigglings, Crastus was again fully rampant. Consequently, he wasted no time in satisfying his obvious desire.

Pulchellus' anus, already torn and well stretched, offered little resistance and soon Crastus' cock was fully buried in the once more whimpering boy, whose renewed audible distress resulted from the fact that the latest invader was the biggest of the four that he was required to accommodate. The man's hips then regularly slapped against the whining child's bare rump, as he enthusiastically thrust in and out.

Nevertheless, Marius noticed that Pulchellus' body, despite suffering renewed pain, was still capable of reacting with a degree of instinctive interest to Crastus' relentlessly probing cock. The boy's form was still responding submissively and co-operatively to the movements of the large penis invading him.

Crastus' rape of Pulchellus proved to be brutal but brief and the man was soon back on his feet. He then placed one hand on the small of the boy's back, pinning him to the couch on which he half lay.

"Did you enjoy the honey I gave you, Marius?" Crastus next asked with an evil grin. "Yes," the boy replied uncertainly before remembering to add "Master". The ominous tone of the man's voice and his wicked smile had warned the 11 year-old that something unpleasant was going to happen but he was not sure what.

"Good," Crastus commented, whilst the three other men laughed in recognition and anticipation of the fun to come, "I'll therefore give you a chance to have some more. Bring the bowl of figs and honey here." Marius naturally obeyed, albeit apprehensively.

Crastus once again dipped two fingers into the honey and then thrust them into Pulchellus' torn anus. The older boy whimpered a protest, which the man, of course, ignored.

Cratus instead spent a few moments probing Pulchellus' ravaged, soiled and sore anus with his honeyed fingers before withdrawing them. "There you are," the man then commanded, whilst holding his filth-coated digits out to Marius, whose little cock was still shamefully rigid, "suck them clean!"

"There's honey on them," Crastus added, "as well as other delicious juices for your delectation!" However, Marius was not now convinced about the desirability of sucking the proffered fingers and so backed away. Unfortunately, the naked boy was not allowed to retreat far before Varro grabbed him from behind and pushed him back forward.

Crastus now extended his fingers with their noisome filth towards Marius' gorgeous young face. "Suck them clean, brat," he again commanded, whilst taking the boy's chin in his other hand in order to hold the pretty head still whilst introducing his obnoxious digits to the child's rosy lips.

Marius' nostrils then caught the stench of the foul mixture and he gagged. Crastus instantly used the opportunity to thrust his fingers inside the boy's opened mouth.

The bitter almost metallic taste of blood and cum, mixed with the sweetness of honey and the sour mustiness of a little faeces, immediately overwhelmed Marius, who was naturally reluctant to suck the unwanted intruders. However, such unwillingness was quickly overcome.

"Suck, brat," Crastus roared, "or your bum'll be beaten even worse than the other slut's!" To the terrified young recipient of this threat, the man's ugly face, which was still evilly grinning rather than exhibiting signs of anger, seemed to fill the whole room whilst he issued this warning.

Despite Crastus' maintained wicked smile, Marius also appreciated that the man's threat of a beating was real. The boy therefore reluctantly he began to suck the adult's unwholesome fingers.

Unfortunately, Crastus was not easily satisfied. After allowing Marius to suck his fingers for a few moments, he withdrew and inspected them before returning them to the boy's mouth, whilst instructing him to lick the remaining detritus from between his digits.

"Your treat's not yet over," Crastus subsequently announced, having finally satisfied himself that his fingers had been cleansed to perfection and whilst maintaining his evil grin, "as there's now honey for you in your little friend's hole. So, fall down on your knees, brat, and lick it out of the boy. We don't want the slut dribbling it over the floor after I finally allow him to stand!"

Marius again hesitated to obey but the impatient Crastus caught hold of him by the back of his head and pushed his face down towards Pulchellus' damaged rear. The younger boy resisted but the man was too strong for his rather feeble efforts.

Marius' cute nose was soon pressed against Pulchellus' still uplifted bumcrack. 'They won't make me do it,' the boy then defiantly thought to himself, in respect of the very distasteful chore that he had been ordered to perform, but he subsequently felt a finger pressing into his own raised bottom.

Delicious perverse excitement suddenly flooded again through Marius' body and he somehow could not now help himself. The boy voluntarily pushed his rump upwards, positively inviting further intrusion.

Marius' tongue also now began with shameful willingness to probe Pulchellus' tortured anus.

(To be continued)