The Lycian Prince 61

(October 291 A.D. – 5 months until Anthonius’ nullification [?])

In return for their son’s salvation, Vinius’ parents adopted Prodicus and afforded the illiterate boy his first education as he was well versed only in sado-masochistic homosexuality. He proved a quick eager learner and within a year had caught up with his adoptive brother, no slouch himself, in terms of academic ability. His new father was later to entrust the older lad with control of all his estates, a task that he handled with great proficiency, paying particular attention to the welfare of the tenants and workers, including the slaves. News of such benevolence, unusual for the time and which actually resulted in record productivity, spread and was never to be forgotten, making his much later appointment as Governor most welcome to the people.

Prodicus quietly maintained a taste for sex of a particular kind. Vinius would enjoy inflicting pain on his older handsome adoptive brother until the younger sibling married at 18. Thereafter, a variety of readily compliant young servants and slaves obliged. However, Prodicus did marry as he wanted children. He treasured his wife and many offspring but still enjoyed a secret weekly flogging, a predilection happily tolerated and even aided by his spouse, grateful for a thoroughly happy union.

Prodicus eventually wanted to broaden his non-sexual horizons. Having assured himself that Vinius was ready to carry on his good work, he left Lycia, with his family and under his new name, for Thessalonika. He intended to try to become one of the eastern Caesar’s, Galerius’, court administrators, possessing a number of letters of recommendation from prominent Lycians and the then provincial Governor. However, he did not follow through with this intent, perceiving far more potential in the western Caesar’s, Constantius Chlorus’, son, who happened to be visiting the Macedonian capital at the time of Prodicus’ arrival.

Prodicus became one of this man’s main advisers instead, his family establishing home for a few years in Trier, in Roman Germania, as a result. His judgement was well placed, although it would be many years before the duo discovered that they had both loved a certain beautiful blonde blue-eyed Lycian.

The obese Arab, who had entertained Anthonius with tests, tortures, sodomy and fellatio in his north African coastal fortress ten months earlier, was staying in his other large luxurious home in Alexandria. He was with his own black nullified eunuch, Impheli, who had inflicted so much pain on the former Prince on behalf of his master. The Arab knew Ebana well, from visiting Nubia to purchase slaves, the trade in which he specialised and which had gained him great wealth. He had dined on the Nubian King’s galley before the vessel had sailed for Rome and was expecting another invitation on its return. The Arab’s expectation was realised and he was pleasantly surprised to discover the identity of the star entertainer.

The Arab was well aware of Anthonius’ successful escape as the boy’s new owners had returned to see him to demand the return of the black slaves for whom the white lad had been exchanged, or a monetary equivalent. The Arab did not really feel obliged to comply, as it had been the Africans’ carelessness that has caused their loss. However, as he valued their trade, he paid them some gold. The Arab therefore considered that the young Lycian owed him some compensation.

Having been appraised of their previous acquaintance, Ebana was only too happy to permit his guest to extract some retribution from Anthonius, not wanting to displease a very important trading partner. The King’s only condition was that the boy was not permanently harmed as he had to be presented to Priapus in perfect condition. Impheli, who had accompanied his master to the banquet, was then dispatched back to the Arab’s residence to obtain the necessary apparatus.

Anthonius was aghast to see the sadistic Arab and his cruel black servant amongst Ebana’s guests as he stripdanced on the galley’s stern platform. The boy’s alarm was to be fully justified as, at the end of his erotic performance, his hands were attached with rope to one of the rear sail’s crossbeams, so that he was suspended just above the deck. His feet were splayed and bound to rings embedded in the wooden floor.

Impheli, with the help of another servant, had brought two wooden boxes back from his master’s villa, one much smaller than the other. The smaller was opened first and inside were eight very sharp thin long needles. Impheli regularly practised their use on young male slaves. The Arab and his eunuch liked the way in which the implements could, if used correctly, inflict great anguish without necessarily visibly marking victims.

As Ebana’s white slavegirls now danced on the stern platform, Impheli, holding the box, approached the terrified Anthonius. The black eunuch placed it on the deck in front of the naked boy so that the victim could fully appreciate the evil contents. He then picked up one of the needles to display it in front of the eyes of the appalled lad, who well remembered that it had been the same young sadist who had given him his original nipple rings. The silvery alloy glinted in the light from the flaming torches held in numerous metal stands.

None of the guests, who included the Governor of Egypt, watched the dancing. All eyes were focused on Anthonius as his tormentor presented one tip of the needle to the horrified boy’s left nipple, above where the gold ring was embedded. Impheli held it there momentarily with one hand whilst he made the tit stand more upright by pinching it between two fingers of his other hand. The pause also allowed the victim’s mind to digest fully the awfulness of what was about to happen. A loud scream then reverberated around the crowded deck as the eunuch pushed the needle through the papilla before stopping when half the metal had penetrated. Another shriek was heard when the righthandside of the boy’s body was similarly ornamented.

Impheli now gave Anthonius’ cute nose attention, adorning the septum, before turning to the boy’s genitals. The black eunuch pulled forward the foreskin on the lad’s cock, softened through shock and pain, and placed another needle against the flesh. He smiled at his victim before pushing the implement through the skin to leave the flaccid penis dangling vertically through the weight of the metal, which was displayed horizontally.

Anthonius fainted when a further needle was inserted into the left of his scrotum, carefully avoiding the testicle. He was reawakened to experience the delight of another entering the right orb of his nicely hung sac. The remaining two needles were shoved into the boy’s armpits.

The second larger box was now opened. It contained a leather water carrier, a type very familiar to Anthonius from his frequent enemas, but this had a long attachment made from expandable animal bladder, fixed to a narrow but strong slither of wood, at the end of the leather tubing running from the container. Impheli forced the slither of wood and co-joined empty bladder into the boy’s rectum until the device could go no further. The carrier was filled and suspended above the traumatised lad from the crossbeam. The victim was soon to feel the gradual expansion of the anal intrusion as water slowly poured into it.

Conversation returned to the guest table as Anthonius’ torture now proceeded with less noisy screaming. The sobbing boy was reduced instead to more quiet groaning as he experienced the leisurely expansion of the flexible dildo inside him. The boy, who had long lost track of calendar time, did not realise that his 15th birthday was being celebrated with these torments.

The noise from the tearful Anthonius was increasing as the inexorable flow of water began to cause considerable pain in his backside. The boy started begging for mercy when he felt that his full anus could not possibly accommodate any more of the fluid. However, no-one came to his aid and the outpouring of both liquid and desperate pleas was allowed to continue remorselessly until the container was empty.

Anthonius was permitted to enjoy his agony long after the banquet had finished and the guests departed, as he was left with the needles and dildo inside him overnight. A crew member was assigned to guard the former Prince but he had succumbed to sleep by the time daylight came. The quayside was already busy and many passers-by stopped to look at the boy. One, a rich trader walking with his son, immediately recognised the anguished lad and knew that he had to do something to end his purgatory.

The kind Arab, who had rescued Anthonius from his last African peril, was to attempt to do so again.

(To be continued in chapter 62 – ‘Heroes’)