By Zelamir, adapted by Pueros

Chapter 23

Scyrax answered his own question. Whilst playing idly with his long thin and rather sinister rod, he issued a command to the dark curly haired boy, who quickly scurried off to relay further orders to others.

As a consequence, Marius was soon squatting on the ground hungrily wolfing down a bowl of bean stew. The boy was subsequently scooping the last fragments of this first meal for days into his mouth with his fingers when four rather effeminate adult male slaves appeared carrying a heavy bronze tank. They were followed by several very pretty youths, wearing just the briefest of white tunics and bearing buckets of steaming scented water.

“Dictys,” Scyrax next commanded of one of his once favourite slaveboy, who had been in his service for half a decade, and whilst pointing his rod at Marius, “clean up my new toy!” The 16 year-old in question obediently took the still squatting youngster by the arm and guided him over to and stood him in the bath, now filled with the steaming scented water.

The bath had been placed immediately in front of Scyrax’s couch in accordance with his commands. The fat man wanted a close look, as the full, cleansed glory of his new toy, who was facing him, was revealed to his lecherous eyes by the removal of the surface bodily grime.

Marius subsequently stood relatively quietly as Dictys gently sponged the accumulated filth from his naked body. In fact, the only noise the nude boy uttered was when he caught his breath as the warm water stung the open cuts on his legs, created by stumbling and falling during his recent march.

The sponge gradually moved higher up Marius’ lithe legs and he again began to feel resultant excitement mount inside him. However, conscious of Scyrax’s amused gaze resting on him whilst the fat man once more lounged at ease on his nearby couch, the embarrassed boy instinctively moved his hands to cover his stiffening cock.

“No, no, brat,” Scyrax shouted angrily in response. Without warning, the fat man then lashed out with his rod, hitting Marius painfully across the knuckles. The boy cried out and moved his hands quickly away from his crotch in order to try to avoid a repetition of the anguishing blow and whilst revealing his little embarrassing erection to full view in the process.

“That’s better, brat,” Scyrax now advised, in a voice that was apparently as soft and sweet as the honey with which he coated his figs, “as I told you before, if you know what’s good for you, never hide anything from me, especially your delightful private parts whenever you’re naked. I paid good money for you and so everything on your body now belongs to me, including your genitalia. You haven’t got much there at present but I still to see what you do have unless I permit you the luxury of some clothing. Little slave sluts like you must never be shy with me!”

Marius heard these words and hung his blushing head in shame, which was a reaction caused not only by Scyrax’s declaration about what one of the privileges of his ownership of the boy allowed him. The 11 year-old also humiliatingly appreciated that he was now just a young slave, without any rights or protection and who existed only to serve and please his master.

Marius’ abashment additionally emanated from the fact that his highly attractive body, which was clearly on the verge of pubescence, had again betrayed him by allowing his cock to harden publicly when attention was being afforded to his naked form by the hands of another. The boy once more believed that some of the comments that had been so degradingly made about him by Crastus, for example that he would ‘make a first class whore’ because he was ‘a hot little bitch, who’s desperate to have a man’s cock inside him’, might be true.

Dictys’ sponge eventually reached Marius’ excited genitals, which the youth initially washed with apparent nonchalance, as if cleaning an erection was nothing special in his experience. However, the youth did noticeably linger over this chore for longer than was necessary, bringing the boy again to the verge of orgasm in the process.

Dictys was rewarded for his playfulness by receiving a blow from Scyrax’s rod across his bottom, which was just covered by the lower part of his tight-fitting brief tunic, which nicely highlighted his body’s contours. “Playing with my new toy’s delightful parts,” the fat man simultaneously advised, “is my prerogative, brat!”

“Strip and bend over,” Scyrax subsequently demanded of Dictys, “to receive your due chastisement!” The youth immediately obeyed the fat man’s command with remarkable speed, given what he was now to suffer.

Dictys’ tunic was soon on the paved floor of the courtyard, whilst he bent over immediately in front of Scyrax to hold his shins and present his bare bottom for the attentions of the fat man’s rod. This process enabled Marius to realise that the garment had represented the youth’s only attire.

Marius was also now able to see that Dictys’ genitals were completely smooth, having no pubic hair anywhere. In fact, apart from the pleasant straight brown covering on top of the youth’s head, which was neatly trimmed in the Roman bowl style, his body exhibited no hirsute patches at all, even on his legs.

Marius was later to discover that Scyrax liked the bodies of all of his slaveboys, even the older ones, to be completely smooth. The fat man therefore insisted that, as part of their comprehensive morning ablutions, they removed any hairs that might have appeared on their forms since the previous day. He even occasionally performed the relevant plucking himself.

Marius was additionally now able to see that Dictys’ genitals were partially excited. The youth’s semi-erect cock, which was, of course, much bigger than the boy’s, was apparent evidence that he had been enjoying sponging the young newcomer to Scyrax’s establishment.

Dictys’ erection even somehow became more fulsome when Scyrax, despite still lounging on his couch, delivered three accurate and hard blows of his rod onto the youth’s currently bare curvaceous bottom. However, the watching Marius was more intrigued to observe that the 16 year-old accepted his punishment quietly without any noticeable signs of distress.

Having completed his act of chastisement, Scyrax subsequently instructed, whilst reaching out briefly to feel the stripes that he had created on the youth’s bottom, “Now proceed properly with your task, Dictys. Your example has been for my new toy disgraceful and, if you err again, I’ll use the whip on you!”

Dictys immediately stood up to obey this order. Marius was therefore now able to notice that the youth’s reaction to his caning had, after all, not been completely free of outward distress. The 16 year-old’s sensuous brown eyes were damp.

Whilst maintaining his embarrassing erection, which Scyrax appeared quietly happy to observe, Dictys returned to his current chore and moved his careful and skilful attentions upwards from Marius’ genitals to the boy’s belly and chest, giving particular consideration to the cute navel and nipples present. He later cleansed the 11 year-old’s neck and face, on which the eyes were compliantly screwed tight shut, before moving to his rear.

Scyrax was now able to see the cleaned front of Marius’ body and he very much liked what he saw. His earlier assessment of the immense beauty that existed beneath the surface grime and repairable damage had happily proved accurate. The fat man also particularly enjoyed the fact that, like Dictys, the boy was retaining his erection whilst the youth continued to pursue his careful manual ministrations.

Dictys sponged Marius’ rear in the opposite direction from how he had performed the same chore on the boy’s front, this time moving from the neck downwards. The youth eventually pressed his free hand against the small of the 11 year-old back, which he had just washed, encouraging the youngster to bend forward.

Dictys’ sponge subsequently gently touched the red soreness that was currently Marius’ virginal sphincter, hurt by the recent insertion of Crastus’ anal plug. The boy briefly whimpered in response but, fearful of another hit from Scyrax’s rod, he nevertheless remained relatively still as the youth washed his bumcrack and bottom.

After the rears of his legs were next sponged, Marius felt hands press on his shoulders to force him downwards to kneel in the bath. Looking upwards, the boy noticed that the big cock of the now similarly naked Dictys was still stiff.

Dictys, seeing that Marius had looked as his erection with apparent interest, subsequently caught the boy’s eye and winked. Filling a bowl with warm scented water, the youth then tipped the contents over the golden crown of the 11 year-old’s sublime head.

Water spilled into Marius’ eyes. The boy consequently blinked and rubbed them with his knuckles, as more and more liquid was tipped over his head and shoulders and ran down his chest and back.

Marius, now with his eyes tightly shut, subsequently felt a soft towel being wrapped about his shoulders. He was then lifted gently from the bath and set on his feet on the paved floor.

Marius opened his eyes to discover that his new owner was himself now kneeling beside him, towelling him. “There you are my pretty,” the fat man crooned softly, as he dried the boy off, “you’re now nice and clean for your kind Uncle Scyrax!”

“What’s this then,” Scyrax subsequently asked rhetorically, as he towelled Marius’ genitals, “as your tiny cock’s rigid again? You must like what I’m doing, so Crastus was right and you really are a hot little bitch!”

Scyrax then moved his towel to other parts of Marius’ delectable and now nicely clean body. As the fat man rubbed, he spoke softly to the boy, commenting on his young nude form and describing and speculating on his undoubted ability to please some future master.

Marius stood compliantly still whilst the happy Scyrax proceeded. The main signs of the intense effect that the fat man’s tactile and verbal attentions were having on the boy were the increasingly glazed look in his eyes and his little rigid cock, wobbling proudly erect in front of him.

Having finally dried Marius, Scyrax guided him, with one hand on the clean naked boy’s slim shoulder, across to his couch. Seating himself, the fat man subsequently spread the towel over his knees and drew the 11 year-old to lie facedown across his lap.

Scyrax rested his hand for a moment on the exceedingly pleasant curves of Marius’ bottom. The boy simultaneously felt under his prone body the fat man’s plump soft thighs, with something big and hard pressing upwards between them.

“Now spread your legs and push that pretty little rump of yours up in the air for me,” Scyrax next murmured.” Still aware that the fat man’s rod remained nearby, Marius obeyed.

“Good boy,” Marius’ new owner complimented in respect of his toy’s obedience, whilst he dipped a finger into a jar of herbal salve now held by his dark curly-haired young slave. He then warned “This is going to hurt a bit but it’ll make your poor sore bottom better, so be a brave boy now for your kind Uncle Scyrax!”

Despite wanting to obey again and display bravery, Marius could not help but yelp when he next felt Scyrax’s finger pressing against the rawness in the centre of his bottom. The pain also instantly drove the blood from the boy’s erection, reducing his cock to a shrivelled piece of limp flesh.

Despite Marius’ pained reaction, Scyrax persisted and increased the pressure of his finger against the boy’s tight and very sore virginal sphincter, which finally gave way to allow the podgy intruder entrance. The ointment present initially felt cool to the 11 year-old but then the salve began bitterly to sting his insides.

Consequently, Marius whimpered and twisted on Scyrax’s knees and attempted to close his legs, as the finger resolutely pressed further into him. The fat man was therefore compelled to clamp the boy more steadily in his lap, with his free hand pressing hard down on the small of his writhing back.

Dictys, who had remained close, also obeyed an order to catch hold of Marius’ flailing ankles. The youth then forced the boy’s legs once more apart.

“Now there, Mariullus,” Scyrax subsequently said in an attempt to soothe, “I’m not going to take too much longer.” However, the fat man still gently pushed his finger deeper into the now crying boy.

Marius’ whimpers eventually rose to a shrill scream. The deeply anguished boy was currently believing that Scyrax's finger was like a rod of fire plunged deep into his body.

Then suddenly, the finger was withdrawn and Marius’ screaming and struggling gradually abated. Finally, Dictys, on a signal from his Master, released the pained boy’s ankles.

Marius’ hurting naked body subsequently lay still across Scyrax’s lap, except for an occasional convulsive shudder. The fat man allowed the boy to rest in this position for a while before easing him round so that he was sitting on his knees with the 11 year-old’s tearful head resting against his chest.

Dictys next applied salve to the cuts and abrasions on Marius’ feet, legs and lips. Fortunately, the consequent temporary stinging endured by the boy, and his resultant renewed whimpering, were less in comparison to when his very sore anus had been similarly treated.

Dictys finally carefully combed Marius’ silky straight golden locks, which had been neatly cut in the customary bowl style shortly before disaster had overtaken him and so currently needed no fresh trimming. However, the boy issued a few muted moans when the youth was forced to tug at a few knots that had formed in the hair because of recent neglect.

After Dictys had finished, Scyrax slipped his hand round Marius’ waist, pulling him tight down into his lap whilst his fingers began to toy with the boy’s shrunken cock. The fat man was happy to notice that, despite his new acquisition’s recent hurt, the young immature penis immediately began to react by becoming hard once more.

“The ordeal is over now, Mariullus,” Scyrax simultaneously murmured softly, “and the pain will soon disappear altogether and your bottom will completely heal. Wasn’t Crastus silly in putting that hard nasty wooden plug into my little new pet. There are much better things to do with you than that, my sweet!”

Marius now instinctively wriggled closer to Scyrax, whilst a thumb rose up into his mouth. The boy was grateful to be shown some kindness after so many days of suffering, even though he was clever enough to realise that such consideration was probably being given contemptuously.

Marius recognised that Scyrax undoubtedly had no interest in his welfare apart from protecting him as a source of hopefully significant future profit. Nevertheless, the boy believed that being cared for even on such a selfish basis was better than not receiving any consideration. After all, he knew that such regard was the most a slave could expect.

Marius’ bright mind did not, however, reflect on these realities for long. The boy, whilst nestling in Scyrax’s lap, began to doze as soon as the fat man decided to stop playing with his little cock and consequently the excitement in his groin had subsided.

Scyrax allowed his new toy to doze in his lap for a while, despite the fact that he knew that he could not linger for much longer on the couch in the courtyard, as he had work to do. For a man in his line of business there was a lot to which he had to attend, as there was a great deal more to trading at the lucrative top end of the slaveboy market to simply buying cheap and selling dear.

Existing and new suppliers and clients had to be nurtured. Intelligence had to be gathered on events in the provinces and on the borders of the empire. For example, a revolt in Gaul, a punitive expedition against unruly Africans, a famine in Asia and the like could all present buying opportunities to the person with the expertise to exploit them.

The vagaries of fashion and taste also had to be considered and, if possible, anticipated. One year, black boys from Nubia were all the rage, whilst the next everyone was crying out for blondes from beyond the Rhine. Once acquired, the stock then had to be fed, often repaired like Marius, and be prepared for resale.

As Scyrax contemplated his workload, he looked towards Dictys, who was still standing dutifully nearby. The fat man noticed that the now naked youth was still shamelessly erect.

“When did I last allow you to cum?” Scyrax asked of Dictys, whilst referring to his proscription against boys masturbating or having sex with each other without his permission, failure to obey earning severe punishment. “Exactly one week ago, Master,” the youth answered, “when you sucked me off before I did the same for you.”

“Ah, yes,” Scyrax commented, “I recall the event.” Also remembering how important gaining frequent sexual gratification was in the lives of normal 16 year-old youths, the fat man suggested “You must therefore be very keen to be allowed to cum again, which will be why your cock is currently so prone to quick erection.”

“Yes, Master, I am very keen to be allowed to cum again,” Dictys confessed, having long lost his inhibitions about discussing such matters with the fat man and whilst displaying a smile in hope that his owner would now end his tormenting sexual frustration. “Well, if you’re good,” Scyrax subsequently responded, “I might suck you off again in a few weeks’ time!”

The immediate disappearance of Dictys’ hopeful smile clearly indicated to the happy Scyrax that, as he had cruelly intended, the youth was not pleased with his master’s response. Nevertheless, the 16 year-old’s cock did not droop in frustration but instead quivered in apparent anger.

Meanwhile, Marius slumbered fitfully on in Scyrax’s lap, oblivious to the fat man’s cruelty in respect of Dictys but during which he endured a nightmare in which he saw Crastus raping and strangling his siblings.

(To be continued)