The Traitor's Son Chapters 66-69
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
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Marius had not intended to beg for any mercy from Maccius for two reasons. First, he correctly judged that the evil youth not only would never show any compassion but also would probably gain pleasure from the boy's useless pleading. Second, the 11 year-old did not want to exhibit cowardice, which would undoubtedly additionally just increase his tormentor's enjoyment. However, the sight of the long, very sharp and shiny needle changed his attitude.
As the evil youth's right hand brought the needle ever closer to Marius' left nipple, the boy began begging, in a quaking voice, "P...P...Please...d...d...don't...d...d...do this, M...M...Maccius!" However, such an entreaty was like wonderful music to the wicked 16 year-old.
"Oh, but doing this will give me pleasure, dear Marius," the smirking Maccius replied, as he sat next to the naked, spreadeagled and firmly bound boy on the bed, "and isn't that your job, providing enjoyment for clients like me?" The young prostitute's eyes subsequently widened in horror when the evil youth next introduced his needle to the 11 year- old's rosy left nipple by gently pressing, without penetration, the tip against the side.
"Now, don't be so cowardly, dear Marius," the evil youth added, "and accept your punishment bravely without too much screaming, which might disturb other customers, or I'll suggest to Felicia that you deserve a thrashing too." "B...b...but...c...c...can't you...j...j...just b...b...beat me...M...M...Maccius...i...i...instead of u...u...using the n...n...needle?" the petrified boy stammered in response.
"No, I can't, dear Marius," Maccius answered, "for two reasons. First, I promised Felicia that I wouldn't mark you. Second, I've already beaten you and now I want to hurt you in a different way!"
"I recommend that you be quiet now, dear Marius," Maccius also suggested, "because you must know that your speaking without permission is punishable. However, as I'm already going to hurt you a lot, I won't report your misdemeanour unless you continue." In reaction, the boy bit his trembling lip to try to prevent himself from disobeying, whilst his terrified eyes focused on the needle, which was still pressing gently but ominously against the side of his left nipple.
Having succeeded in restoring the boy to quietude, Maccius also now focused his own eyes on the needle. The evil youth additionally advised his distressed young victim "Now, dear Marius, I prose to push the tip right through your sweet rosy nipple. Afterwards, I'll do the same to the other one before turning my attention to your scrotum and the undersides of your finger- and toe- nails!"
Marius was, of course, not pleased to learn about Maccius' cruel intentions.
Scyrax was reclining on one of the couches surrounding the brothel's entertainment area, chatting to another client on a neighbouring divan whilst keeping an interested watch on the scantily-clad erotic boy dancers currently performing, when he heard the first blood-curdling scream. "Ah," the fat merchant subsequently commented with clear satisfaction to the other customer, "that'll undoubtedly be my dear Maccius enjoying himself with young Marius or, as he's known here, Cycnus."
Despite the fact that alcove number VIII, where Marius was being tortured behind closed curtains by Maccius, was a fair distance away, the boy's first scream could be heard above the sound of the flutes and lyres providing the musical accompaniment for the dancers. The next few shrieks, each at intervals of a few minutes, were similarly voluminous. However, no one took much notice because such noises were not uncommon in the 'House of Ganymede', where sadistic as well as ordinary pederastic tastes were catered for, much to the unhappiness of the young prostitutes.
The sound of screams did eventually die away though, which caused the man with whom Scyrax was conversing to ask "Do you think young Maccius has finished?" In answer, the fat merchant suggested, after consuming another grape, "Probably not, as it seems to me to be too soon. The lovely boy likes to prolong his pleasures as much as possible. I think that instead poor Marius is probably now in such a traumatised state that he's incapable of making much noise anymore."
The fact that Maccius did not reappear at Scryrax's couch for another half-hour subsequently seemed to confirm the fat merchant's assessment.
After a very happy and smiling Maccius had finally emerged from alcove number VIII, leaving the curtains closed behind him, Felicia was next to enter because Marius, or Cycnus to her, had not similarly exited. She had, as usual, been keeping a broad watch on events happening in her busy boy brothel and thought that she would go to see in what state the youth had left the young prostitute.
Maccius had pledged to leave Marius without noticeable markings resulting from his recent punishment, as well as in a condition to resume his prostitution duties immediately. However, the boy's failure to follow the evil youth quickly out of the alcove suggested to Felicia that his promise might not have been kept.
Felicia, of course, had no regard for Marius' welfare. She was only concerned with rapidly returning a valuable young source of income to profitable duty.
Felicia discovered Marius still lying naked on the bunk, to which he was, however, no longer tied. The release from bondage of the now quietly sobbing boy's limbs enabled one hand to cover his currently seriously agonised genitals and the other to do the same with one of his similarly distressed nipples. He had instinctively adopted this belated protective posture despite the pain also being experienced under his fingernails, which was matched by similar feelings affecting his toes.
"What did Maccius do to you, Cycnus?" Felicia asked of
Marius, whilst attempting to assess the damage and, more
importantly to her, the time that would be needed before the
boy was capable of returning to work.
"N...N...Needle...M...M...Mistress," was all that the currently agonised young prostitute could manage to stutter in reply.
"Let me see, Cycnus," Felicia subsequently commanded, "so put your hands at your sides." Marius reluctantly and therefore slowly complied.
Felicia next closely examined Marius' nipples, genitals and finger- and toe- nails, which she knew from experience would be the favoured targets for Maccius' nefarious needle. She then could not help but smile in admiration, as she realised that the evil youth's promise about not leaving noticeable marks of his wicked work had been met.
The puncture holes inflicted by the needle to Marius' nipples and scrotum were barely discernible and Felicia might not have recognised their presence if some little droplets of drying blood had not given some of them away. Those under the boy's nails were naturally invisible.
Felicia also realised that Maccius' promise of leaving Marius in a state in which he could resume his duties speedily should also be met as long as the evil youth had not perpetrated a certain act. She therefore asked next of the boy "Did he puncture your balls, Cycnus?"
Felicia appreciated that such torture might necessitate considerable time for recovery. However, Marius stuttered in answer "N...N...No...M...M...Mistress."
Maccius had, in fact, punctured Marius' scrotum in several places but had deliberately carefully avoided doing the same to the young balls within in order to comply with his promise to Felicia. The evil youth would, of course, have preferred to harm the boy's testicles but he did not want to lose any credit with the brothel's proprietors.
Maccius therefore just contented himself with threatening Marius' balls with puncturing by the needle. On several occasions, the greatly horrified and pained boy had felt the sharp tip press intimidatingly against a testicle but the evil youth had thankfully subsequently never carried through with his apparent cruel intent.
As a result of Marius' latest answer, Felicia recognised that Maccius had indeed kept his second promise. The boy should be quite capable of swiftly returning to work, with his current distress probably more due to the shock caused by recent events rather than residual excruciation.
Felicia, who did not like malingerers amongst her boy prostitutes, only productive young whores, therefore subsequently instructed Marius to "Stop sniggering and being such a baby, Cycnus, because, if your balls weren't hurt, there's nothing really wrong with you now. So, stand up, wipe the bloodspots off you and resume your duties, or I'll fetch a needle myself and do what Maccius didn't!"
Despite his mental trauma, Felicia's admonishment and threat were sufficient to encourage Marius to obey in, given the circumstances, a remarkably quick manner. The boy was soon standing outside the alcove, whose curtains were now open, awaiting his next client, or rather clients because he now encountered another twosome whilst the anguish felt by his nipples, genitals, fingers and toes gradually receded.
Marius' sole experience of catering for a twosome previously had not involved servicing both clients at the same time. Both a certain obese customer and his younger friend, Gaius, had taken their pleasures separately. However, the latest duo was different.
Marius soon found himself kneeling on all fours on the bunk in the alcove, with one manly cock in his mouth and another thrusting in and out of his rectum. Some tears also returned to the boy's sensuous eyes but not because of pain.
Marius currently felt little physical anguish from now performing fellatio and being sodomised, which was evidence that the manly cocks being serviced were not particularly big and that his orifices were anyway becoming more accustomed to the duties. In fact, a more influential present sensation was the liking his prostate was beginning to feel at being frequently tickled by an erection, which caused his own penis to throb.
The man sodomising him also started to rub Marius' own penis, which rapidly caused another pulsing orgasmic darkness again to descend on his young mind as he climaxed once more. The boy's tears began to form shortly after he had recovered from this orgasm.
The tears had resulted not from pain but from shame, as Marius recognised that he now not only had become a really professional boy prostitute but also was perversely finally truly beginning to enjoy the role.
Two months after being tortured by Maccius' cruel needle, the hourly rate for Marius' services had declined sharply, as to many clients he was no longer new and fresh. The boy was instead now just like the other well-used young prostitutes in the 'House of Ganymede' and the reduced charges reflected this situation.
Consequently, Felicia deemed that the time was right to allow Marius' body to be damaged by having him and Narcissus punished for the sex act espied by the Major Domo, about whose revelation to her in respect of the issue the boys were still ignorant. The older, though, did wonder why the senior adult slave had not yet taken up his offer of sexual services in return for maintained silence.
The boys' ignorance was ended when they were summoned one day to see Felicia and she told them about the Major Domo's revelation. The shock felt by Marius and Narcissus was compounded by the delay of over two months before their mistress had decided to do something about the matter. The two young prostitutes had innocently and incorrectly thought that the incident had been forgiven and probably forgotten by the senior adult slave.
"You must remember, boys," Felicia had told Marius and Narcissus in admonishment, "that your bodies are not yours. They belong to Fabius and me, and to the clients for the periods for which they hire you. You have no right to play with your genitals either solitarily or mutually without permission and this is a fact that I must ensure you'll never forget for as long as you're privileged to be here."
"You'll therefore be publicly punished tonight to ensure that the lesson's learnt, boys," Felicia announced to the horror of both Marius and Narcissus, "and the man who'll supervise the chastisement has already been identified. The honour will not be auctioned because he likes my idea for the appropriate penance and has agreed to pay a fee acceptable to me for the privilege."
"You see, boys," Felicia worryingly added, "the man concerned has a rather discerning and refined streak of cruelty in his character!"
(To be continued)