2. Zoticus' story
The trireme nears. The organ between my thighs twitches in excitement. Gaius Cetellus is on board, summoned by Octavian and I shall have the pleasure of giving him pain beyond his wildest imaginings and finally shall impale him upon my organ to the delight of Caesar. Mind you, Antonious yonder will make a splendid sight as, one day, his arse shall be forced to yield to my organ. He watches me. He knows that I am waiting patiently for that day to arrive. Whereas Gaius is a youth, blond and pretty, Antonious is a man, admittedly a young man, but he is handsome and strong and will make much greater sport for me as Caesar well knows.
Caesar, Octavian by name, found me at the Great Palace in Memphis when he chased his Uncle's murderers to the ends of the earth seeking vengeance for the people of Rome. I was brought to his attention as he inspected the slaves which he would take back to Rome for that was my station in life - a slave. I was in my sixteenth year at the time and the conqueror had inspected more than one thousand of us as we stood, naked, under the burning sun.
Octavian's most senior guard, Agrippa, had spotted me first and, knowing that his master's ambivalent tastes, ensured that he noticed me. I was dark and tall for my age and the equipment between my legs was already greater than that of most men. Octavian's mouth dropped open as he saw me. He instructed Agrippa to take special care of me and it was Agrippa who taught me the skills I now use of Caesar's behalf.
In Rome, Agrippa showed me how to inflict pain by the use of the rod, strap and lash and how to prolong the agony of a victim by gradually building pain upon pain without ever giving the victim the blessing of unconsciousness. Agrippa would sit with a woman or a man impaled upon his substantial organ and watched for hours as I learned my trade.
It was Agrippa also who taught me how to use my organ to greatest effect and applied unguents to it to make it remain firm for long periods. He also taught me to use the leather thong to tie around my genitals which caused blood to fill my organ and make it swell beyond its normal dimensions and then to plunge it without mercy into a waiting orifice. Once, when he needed to dispose of a family and ran foul of the law which said that no virgin might be executed, Agrippa lined up the three young girls and their two brothers. He then tied the leather thong especially tight around my genitals and excited me with his mouth. Finally, he lined me up against each girl and each boy and, using a whip applied viciously to my posterior, caused me to make each of them eligible for execution. When questioned, none could say that they were virgins and all were condemned as Agrippa had intended.
Caesar took the name Octavian upon being elevated to First Consul and sought Agrippa's assistance in removing any threats to his power. Antonious arrived after Agrippa had been rewarded by being posted as Governor of the East. I remember his arrival, accompanied by his precious Alexander and a large number of slaves for Caesar's review. He had been well trained in the art of flattery and clearly knew of Caesar's disposition, and easily endeared himself to Caesar. I am certain that he and Livia, Octavian' wife, invented conspiracies in order to secure their own power. And Antonious delighted in assisting Octavian and Livia in disposing of and real or imagined enemies. Mind you, I enjoyed the work as well, but mine was a duty whilst theirs was for power.
I was presented to Caesar after Agrippa thought that my skills were developed well enough to be able to ensure that Caesar enjoyed the spectacle I could provide. Octavian was not at all sure, because of my relatively young age, that I had the necessary skills or desires but allowed me to demonstrate what I had learnt with one of the female slaves who had offended him. The young woman, I remember, was not particularly pretty and was clearly terrified as I directed that she be stripped and hung between two pillars.
As Caesar watched, I began my labours with the strap and this I applied to every inch of her body. I was very careful to keep one eye on Caesar and noticed that when I applied the strap to the woman's backside and she thrust forward her pelvis in response, Caesar became quite agitated. When I picked up the rod and lashed the woman's breasts, he was almost at the point of orgasm and so I abruptly stopped.
Leaving the sobbing woman, I approached Caesar and suggested politely that I might have a solution to his throbbing organ and the excitement which he displayed. Intrigued, Caesar allowed me to lead him to the woman and to raise his tunic to expose his quite magnificent appendage. Taking some lotion from a bowl which Agrippa had brought, I gently applied it to Caesar as well as to my own. I then positioned Caesar so that his organ was just at the portals of the woman's love canal and quickly went behind the woman. From the rear I entered her apparently virgin posterior with such a force that she was fully impaled upon Caesar's manhood with a single motion. The woman's scream was almost as loud as Caesar's moan of pleasure as he quickly spent himself deep within the woman.
From that moment on Caesar had himself a new torturer and I was provided with endless opportunities to ply my trade while Agrippa was rewarded by being made Eastern Governor.
Agrippa had advised me that Caesar sought the company of men and boys as well as women and I developed a code for advising Caesar when I thought there might be some sport to be had. More often than not, Caesar accepted my invitation.
My quarters were situated some distance from the palace but within its confines. Each day I would go down the hill to the prison and inspect the offerings. Those whom I knew to be of no interest to Caesar were dealt with in the chamber set aside for interrogations and punishments. Whenever I found a particularly handsome young man or boy, I would determine whether or not his was a virgin in his rear and would then have him cleansed and then removed to my chamber within the palace. The handsome ones who were not virginal I sometimes kept to myself since Caesar had a particular fondness for depriving men of their virginity. Any boys, normally well beyond puberty but not having quite attained the age of majority, were dispatched to my chamber at the palace without hesitation.
For the old, the fat and the ugly who were dealt with at the prison I devised new and painful ways of extracting information without causing death. I had craftsmen design instruments for inserting in the testicles and anuses of these men which caused considerable pain and would then whip or crush their pathetic organs in order that they might tell the truth.
In a way, those that remained in the prison were better off than those who visited my palace quarters for those who provide entertainment for Caesar could not be mutilated or marked. These men were to be brought to a state of erection as part of the entertainment and I had to work hard at studying the ways of the body to ensure that I achieved this goal.
I experimented first on two young men who were from the Imperial School. One responded well to being lashed about his chest and especially when I applied the strap to his nipples. By contrast, such a lashing had no effect on the other and so I explored his body with my strap to find where else he might he more responsive. In this case I found that the space between his testicles and his rear entrance was a trigger. I found that be applying the strap or whip to these areas I could keep the men in an almost constant state of arousal. Caesar applauded my ingenuity and my inventiveness and secured the answers he sought when the rod was applied to their throbbing organs and what hung below them.
In this particular instance, the information provided by the two men was of minor importance and did not demonstrate any serious intent of their part to undermine the power of the State. That evening, the two young blondes were suspended from a frame I had had built for the purpose and were beaten with a switch. Caesar's guests that evening wanted blood but Caesar was intent upon ensuring that the law, such as it was, was obeyed. Having received a sound thrashing which left their backside swollen and bruised but not bleeding, the two young men were released into my care and I was instructed to let them go the following morning.
I took the two sobbing men to one of the rooms adjacent to Caesar's quarters where I had then secured hand and foot, spread-eagled on two couches. They were terrified of what might be done to them and I reassured them that Caesar meant for them to be released. When Caesar's feast I began to apply oil to the holes of the two men explaining to them that I expected that they would be honoured by providing pleasure to Caesar. To my surprise, Octavian was not alone when he arrived for standing beside him was the young Gaius Germanicus.
Octavian indicated that he though it was time for his son to learn the ways of power and had me sink to my knees and apply my mouth to the task of getting Germanicus prepared. When this task was accomplished, Caesar mounted one of the men and Germanicus the other. Both reveled in their labours but, having consumed a considerable amount of wine, took a great deal of time to get towards their climaxes. Without thinking, I fetched my switch and lightly applied it to the two bobbing backsides and within moments each was achieving his goal.
When they had dismounted, Octavian left for his chambers while Germanicus directed that he would wish me to plough the fields so recently tilled by he and his father. As if to encourage me, Germanicus pleasured me with his mouth until I was erect (I being somewhat surprised at his expertise) and then pulled me towards the head of the man with whom he had just finished. He grabbed the blonde's head and forced him to look at what was in store for him and clearly got pleasure from the cries for mercy which followed. Repeating the process with the second, Germanicus then "forced" me to penetrate both men in succession while he fondled himself to the cries of their pain.
The following morning, I released the two men and advised them to seek sanctuary some distance from Rome and then went about my duties. I was washed and dressed and about to leave for the prison when the guards bust in and seized me. Startled and confused, In was dragged before Caesar who instructed that I be stripped and suspended from the frame which I had used the previous evening. Ordering the soldiers to leave and to fetch a strong man and a whip. In the silence, Caesar walked towards me declaring that I had lost my reason in applying the switch to he and Germanicus and that I should now learn that such an action was not permissible, even from me.
Within moments one of the biggest of Caesar's guards entered, carrying a long black whip - the kind used when death is meant to be the final outcome. The soldier looked at me after saluting Caesar and gave a smug grin. Caesar then instructed the soldier to lay the lash upon every inch of my body but to do so slowly and without drawing blood.
The soldier was an expert at his craft and I had to admire his skill for from the very first lash I writhed in agony but knew that my skin, although well marked, was not being torn apart. I learned from experience that the shoulders and upper back are particularly sensitive to the caress of the whip but that the lower spinal area is less so. My buttocks and the cleft between them caused great agony, as did my thighs. When the soldier moved to my front, I found my chest was more sensitive than my abdomen.
Having covered three quarters of my body with lashes, the soldier hesitated for to lash my thighs would surely have caused my organ to be damaged. Seeing the problem, Caesar dismissed the soldier. Taking out his sword, Caesar approached and walked behind me and I thought he intended to impale me then and there. When the sword struck my tender backside, I howled in pain but realised that Caesar was using the flat side of it to tenderise me not to dissect me. Despite the pain, this knowledge filled me with relief.
When I finally was sobbing continuously, Caesar cut me down and directed me to leave.
Since he arrived, Antonious spends much of his time with me either observing my work or sometimes providing assistance. He commands the Praetorian Guard here and therefore is Caesar's to command and I dare not refuse him his pleasures. Indeed, I even admire his expertise in some ways. Just a week ago, here on this Island, one of the soldiers, a young fellow from the North, was found asleep at his post, tired no doubt from the previous night's rutting. Octavian had spotted him and had determined that he should be thrashed but not put to death. He was, to use Caesar's words, "to be given a lesson which he would never forget". Antonious had been there with Caesar (as he invariably is) and escorted the miscreant to the chamber I have well below the Imperial Quarters.
Antonious informed me that he would assist in the soldier's punishment and showed clearly the skills he had learnt at Agrippa's side. He instructed me in the cleaning of the soldier, both inside and out but made sure that none of the dirt got splashed upon his uniform and then made me shave from the man's body every hair. Naked as a new born babe, except for the long flowing hair on his head, the soldier was already half broken before we even tied his spread-eagled between the four posts which stand in the centre of my chamber.
When I began to beat the young man with a thin rod, Antonious interrupted and suggested that we should first bind the man's genitals and then strap him with whips rather than the rod. Rather than just teach the fellow a lesson, Antonious clearly had in mind a slow and painful torture which would last for hours. And hours it did take but by the time Antonious and I had finished, the soldier would have screamed had but a single grain of sand fallen on almost any part of his body. It was at this point that Antonious finally allowed me to use the young sapling switch with which to lash the soldier's backside, which seemed somewhat excessive. Twenty lashes later the soldier was exhausted from his screaming and Antonious judges that he might well not forget his lesson - as Caesar had instructed.
I had just released the soldier, and he had fallen at my feet, when Octavian arrived, wondering why he had not had Antonious in attendance for so long. Caesar inspected the sniveling wretch and commended Antonious and me for doing a fine job. At that point, the young man made a terrible mistake. Thinking that his punishment might not be completed, he looked up and pleaded with Octavian for mercy.
Now Caesar hates people begging and grew angry with every word the fellow uttered - you could see it on his face. Disgusted, Caesar told me that his soldiers should not be groveling on the floor but should have "some more appropriate accommodation". Knowing what Octavian meant, I set about retying the young man's feet and wrists to ropes which ran through pulleys near the ceiling. A few turns of the two wheels and the man was suspended by four limbs several feet from the floor.
Octavian surveyed the ten stools which I had had built for just this sort of purpose and indicated one to which was nailed quite a large phallus. Each stool contained such a weapon which varied in size from that required to make a boy scream from pain to that which would almost split a man in two. Caesar thought that I had invented these devices but the truth was that they were used in the Middle Kingdom well before the Roman Empire even existed.
The stool I set under the suspended man sported a weapon which would test the mettle of most men without doing great damage. By manipulating the two wheels I was able to lower the man into position so that the phallus was just at his hole. Knowing what was to happen, the foolish lad begged Caesar again to be spared this agony at which point Caesar signaled me release the ratchet holding the ropes and instantly the lad was impaled upon the solid object. The young man screamed both from the pain of entry and the pain in his thoroughly lashed buttocks as they reached to seat of the stool.
Taking Antonious by the arm, Caesar left, indicating as he did so that the soldier should be bound to the stool until the sunset, at which time I was to release him. I used the time until sunset wisely. This soldier might be able to provide some of the information which I needed to discredit Antonious and therefore I played with his aching body to elicit what information I could. He told me little that I did not know but he did mention one incident of which I am sure Caesar would not know.
Apparently, in Rome prior to our departure for Caesar's summer palace on this Island, Antonious had had reason to reprimand Germanicus, Caesar's son who has only recently celebrated his sixteenth birthday. According to my informant, Antonious had been annoyed by Germanicus' lack of attention during sword practice and had order the boy into the classroom adjacent to the training area. My captive was, at the time, stationed near that classroom and observed Antonious order the boy to strip off his tunic. Germanicus was then led to a desk and made to prostrate himself over it and then received the maximum allowable ten strokes of the rod - a flexible instrument which leaves ample evidence of its presence. Antonious did not allow Germanicus to arise but rather stood behind the boy, fondling his buttock and his organ.
Now, my young soldier was in such agony from my ministrations that I am sure he reported correctly that Germanicus became excited by this attention and did not object when Antonious raised his own tunic and offered his excited member to the boy's mouth. Taking a strap to the soldier's back to ensure that he gave me all the details, he explained that Antonious then gave Germanicus another set of ten strokes of the strap and then proceeded to enter him from the other end. According to my informant, Germanicus let out a fearful cry as Antonious entered him, indicating, according to the soldier, that this was the first such occasion for Germanicus. Being a sickly lad, the soldier said that he had been concerned for Germanicus as he walked awkwardly from the classroom and back to his quarters. Antonious, said the soldier, often did such thing with the more beautiful of the boys in his care.
I stopped strapping the soldier, swore him to secrecy and allowed him to rest as I pondered this information. Knowing that Caesar thought highly of Antonious, I could not use this information on its own so I added it to my collection of matters which I would one day present to Caesar. If I chose my timing carefully I knew I would be able to claim my goal of using my oversized organ on Antonious' rear portal and split those manly buttocks asunder.
The trireme draws near the beach. It is time to be alert and stop this daydreaming.