The Lycian Prince 24-26

(April 291 A.D.)

It took another month for Anthonius to recover from the attentions of the Prince and his friends. A slave had saved him from permanent scarring when, as instructed, he informed Lysus that the Prince looked as if would overdo the strapping. Lysus had been most disappointed to discover from comments that Anthonius’ disgrace would only be temporary for Diocletain still prized the boy. Once his quick temper had abated, Diocletian had come to appreciate Anthonius’ fortitude, misguided as it was, and the Emperor had still not seen anyone more beautiful. Lysus therefore could not risk any enduring harm befalling Anthonius until Diocletian’s attitude could be changed. Lysus knew that the Prince would not be chastised for damaging Anthonius, but there was a good chance that the Emperor’s wrath could be deflected towards him instead. He did not want to risk that and so he rushed to the Prince’s entertainment chamber to diplomatically bring the flagellation of his half-brother to an end. He arrived just in time. After Anthonius’ bottom had become raw from the 34 further smacks that it received from 23 different younger hands, the rest of his body had again been strapped by the Prince, who this time made sure that his victim did not remain still. The twenty strokes became many more until Lysus intervened.

By the time that Anthonius’ recuperation was complete, Diocletian had just set off to campaign in Dacia. He had left no instructions for Anthonius to follow but not because of continued disfavour, rather the opposite for the Emperor did not want to repeat his African experience, when his boy favourite was almost lost forever. Two weeks later, Anthonius had become desperate. It had been a total of six weeks since he had climaxed on the Prince’s entertainment dais and he had not been allowed to cum since. It had not mattered during the early stages of his recovery but his needs gradually increased and now he was in a constant state of intense but frustrated sexual desire. He did not know that Niachiarus had deliberately boosted this condition by putting extra strong aphrodisiacs in his food and drink.

Anthonius delayed the inevitable for as long as he could but eventually succumbed and asked for an audience with Casperius. The major domo knew from Niachiarus what the meeting would be about and so gathered the other boy companions together in the pleasure chamber to witness Anthonius' humiliation. When Anthonius saw that Casperius was far from alone, he thought about not carrying through with his request but could not think of anything else to say. That would inevitably provide Casperius with an excuse to beat him, for wasting the major domo’s precious time. Casperius smiled when Anthonius politely asked if he could be milked and replied “Already? The Emperor’s only been away for a fortnight and here you are demanding satisfaction of your dirty bodily lusts.” The major domo paused to enjoy the deepening flushes on Anthonius’ face before continuing “Very well, I’m feeling generous but don’t think of returning with the same request too soon. Remove your loincloth. Sura, help him to take off his chastity belt!”

With the help of the boy eunuch, Anthonius was quickly naked in front of the smirking major domo and the other boy companions, with his need clearly visible. “Sura, masturbate him and collect his seed in a bowl” commanded Casperius. Sura collected a small bowl from a nearby table, knelt before his friend to grasp the horizontal cock and began to pump. White liquid soon splashed into the small dish. “Anthonius, clean up your own mess before you go” ordered the laughing major domo, before pulling his tongue at the boy so that he understood what method he was to use to fulfil the task. Anthonius completed the cleansing of the bowl to sniggering from everyone except Sura and Armillatus, who always blanched instead when their friend was discomforted.

Niachiarus now increased Anthonius’ secret level of aphrodisiac intake and the shame-faced boy found himself in another audience with Casperius only ten days later. The major domo feigned surprise and anger at the boy’s early return, declaring “This time we’ll have to make sure that every last drop of your seed is expelled from your seemingly rampant and totally out of control filthy organs!” A couple of the Nubian eunuchs were ordered to bring a low wooden table into the chamber and place it in the middle of the dais. Anthonius shivered when he saw that the table had leather ties at each corner and with reason for his hands and feet were soon attached to them. Casperius stood over the now nude and splayed boy and said “You won’t be released from there until every one of the other boy companions brings you to orgasm. I think eighteen ejaculations should drain you!” The major domo then nominated one of the boy companions to start the fun.

The table was low enough to enable each boy companion to kneel to perform his task, usually with Anthonius’ penis in one hand and the same bowl in the other, apart from the three who were left-handed. They also knelt on the opposite side to the rest. Anthonius was at first brought to multiple climax speedily and produced plenty of semen. However, as his needs were eventually satiated, and his cock became redder and redder, not only did orgasm and ejaculation become more difficult and time-consuming to achieve but also simple erection was becoming progressively awkward to coax to his increasingly sore penis. Anthonius was therefore allowed time to rest on the table between climaxes before the next boy started to pump the soft scarlet cock. These intervals also provided the opportunity to permit the still-bound boy to consume a little water and to urinate into a jar, and they gradually had to become longer and longer to prevent the subsequent pumping hands, aged from 9 to 16, from becoming too weary.

Thirty-six hours later, one hour before midnight of the following day, Anthonius finally experienced the 19th orgasm. During this period, Casperius and the off-duty boy companions had left to attend to their own affairs and enjoy dinner, although all returned at regular intervals to see how the boy’s cock was performing. A good night’s sleep was also had by all, although for some this was interrupted when it became their turn to entertain Anthonius. They went about their various business the whole of the next day too. For the boys, this mainly meant practising their dancing and musicianship, having their bodies tended to by their Nubians and filling the remaining hours as usual with idle chat. They were happy to conduct the latter in the pleasure chamber where there was also a nice show on this day to monopolise their conversation. As a result, during the daytime, there were never less than six crowing spectators observing, and loudly and insultingly commenting on, Anthonius’ distress.

About two hours before midnight, all eighteen congregated with Casperius to see how long it would take the last masturbator to complete his task. The continuously sobbing Anthonius’ climaxes were taking longer and longer to reach, despite the rests his raw penis had been permitted, and resulted in less and less. The copious white semen, which was evidence of his early orgasmic success, eventually became just a trickle of colourless fluid. Nevertheless a second small bowl had had to be employed to store the product. Everyone was sure that Anthonius would enjoy his first drink after being released from the table.

After Armillatus had spent three quarters of an hour trying gingerly to coax his friend’s very tender cock to full erection, he found himself having to change his tired hands frequently and still could not induce the desired result. Casperius pretended to be impatient and complained “Well, Anthonius, the boys have kindly worked very hard to help you. They have disrupted their schedules to help drain you and many have spent time to comfort you with discourse, but you still want to enjoy your bodily pleasures to the full and keep everyone waiting. Your ingratitude really is disgraceful. If you don’t bring this to an end by the time this candle expires, I shall cane your backside.” Anthonius’ tears cleared just sufficiently for him to see that the candle to which Casperius had been referring was almost spent. The boy then concentrated his eyes on Armillatus’ gorgeous features and eventually his body convulsed yet again, his penis shuddered and a small drop of clear liquid emerged from the slit in the cockhead. Unfortunately, the candle’s light had extinguished just moments previously.

Chapter 25 – Trap (Hist, BD, b/b, oral, anal)

(May 291 A.D.)

The masturbation table and been changed for the caning horse but Anthonius was certain that this time he would not cum whilst the cruel implement was plied across his bum. However, Anthonius’ face became even more tear-stained after Casperius had finished the eight strokes and the boy, hurting both sides of his loins, was informed by the major domo “By the way, Anthonius, I have something to tell you. I’ve waited until know because you’ve been so busy enjoying yourself. Your father’s dead!”

Diocletian returned to Latium a month later and preparations were in hand for his triumphal re-entry into Rome after another successful campaign. Niachiarus informed Anthonius that the major domo had agreed to Lysus’ request that Anthonius and Armillatus dance together as a pair at the triumphal banquet and that they must spend the earlier daytime in practice. Niachiarus did not advise the boy that his food and drink were still spiced with the strongest aphrodisiacs and that the same had been arranged for his fellow dancer. The eunuch also did not tell him about his half-brother’s panic.

Accession to the Lycian throne did not automatically go to the eldest son. A great council of the country’s Elders was first convened to decide the issue, although Roman suzerainty meant that, in recent centuries, the Emperor’s preference was always selected. Lysus felt that the throne was rightfully his, especially as he had spent so many years ingratiating himself with Diocletian and his predecessors whilst waiting impatiently for his father to die. However, he was sure that his half-brother would soon be back in the Emperor’s bed every night, and he was worried that pillow talk might produce a different outcome from the one that he wanted. Casperius agreed with him that they could wait no longer to destroy Anthonius. Niachiarus had conceived the plan and the major domo promised the Nubian his freedom if it succeeded. The eunuch was now confidently looking forward to increasing his collection of testicles by many times over the forthcoming years.

Anthonius and Armillatus had practised over many hours on the dais in the pleasure chamber and had produced a well-executed and highly erotic dance routine under Niachiarus’ supervision. The two exquisite boys had somehow managed to suppress the urges that their raging hormones were creating inside their near-naked bodies, which intensified acutely whenever their act necessitated touching or holding each other. It was late afternoon when Casperius entered and spoke to Niachiarus. The boys were surprised when they were then left alone in the chamber with the instruction that they should help each other prepare their bodies for their later performance, as their Nubian slaves were urgently needed elsewhere. They were told to use the facilities in the Emperor’s adjacent bedchamber. Neither had ever before been asked to help ready another boy, as this was always the job of the eunuchs, but both knew what they would have to do. They would have to carefully wash, groom, massage and perfume each other. They would not need enemas as that had been done before they began their practice.

The boys walked into the Imperial bedchamber and found themselves holding hands as they did so. They removed their loincloths and giggled when they saw that they were both hard. Anthonius opened the sluice that would allow warm water to fill the enormous bath and soon both he and his friend were larking with each other amongst the suds. Time passed and the two naked boys eventually emerged from the water to complete their bodily preparations. They dried each other slowly, lingering especially in the loin regions. Their eyes regularly met to confirm the excitement that they were causing each other, evidenced also by their throbbing erections.

They decided that Anthonius should be finished first and he sat on the Imperial bed on which both boys had been deflowered more than a year ago and had since spent much time. Armillatus combed Anthonius’ beautiful hair, each strand like a thread of gold. Then he encouraged his friend to lay down whilst he began the massage. He ran his perfumed hands over Anthonius’ neck and chest, carefully avoiding the nipple rings, before moving downwards. It was then that his hormones finally overcame his resistance and he found that he had withdrawn his hands, encasing his friend’s rampant cock, in favour of his lips, quickly bringing the taste of sweet boy cum to his mouth. Anthonius had closed his eyes in ecstasy and did not attempt to resist when he felt his legs being raised by his lover and the touch of a young penis on his sphincter.

Diocletian then entered the bedchamber.

Chapter 26 – Flight (Hist)

Diocletian exploded in anger and drew a sword for the two boys had to die for their infamous treachery. Anthonius and Armillatus jumped off the bed in horror but the former, unlike his friend, did not panic. He grabbed Armillatus by the arm and his speed enabled them to manoeuvre round the advancing purple-faced spluttering man and jump into the bath. Anthonius had correctly assumed that flight through the only door would be too dangerous so he pushed his friend through the still partially open sluice and followed. They found themselves in a long water channel running along the side of a big room. In the middle of the room, there was an oven of open coals with an overhead grating on which stood some large sturdy urns, in which water would be heated for the Imperial bath. Anthonius jumped up out of the water onto the floor and pulled Armillatus after him. “Just follow me” he told his friend and the two naked boys ran quickly out of the otherwise empty room.

Anthonius guided Armillatus along a maze of narrow corridors and it was apparent from the lack of decoration on the walls that they were in the servant quarters. The boys were surprised but grateful not to come across anyone. It was only later that Anthonius would realise that this was because the servants and slaves would be busy preparing for the Emperor’s return. They eventually came out into a huge yard, full of horse-drawn wagons, wooden crates and massive jars. Anthonius recognised that this must be where the palace’s supplies were delivered and that beyond the gate on the other side lay the outside world. However, the yard was busy, with many slaves unloading the wagons. Anthonius pulled Armillatus to one nearby that had already been emptied and the two boys dived under the now slack and vacant tarpaulin that lay on top. Anthonius had chosen well because the driver soon came and the wagon made its way slowly across the yard and out of the gate, heading for Ostia.

The journey took two hours and it was dusk by the time the wagon eventually came to a halt. The naked boys waited a while before emerging from their hiding place to find that they were on a quiet quayside. They were very hungry, having not been allowed food since the middle of the previous day so that their enemas could guarantee clean anuses for Diocletian’s pleasure. It had been considered likely that the Emperor would bed at least one of the dancers if the plot to entrap them had not succeeded, and so the usual preparations had been followed just in case. They were also shivering as it was becoming rather cold. The boys had to find food and warmth quickly.

They eased their way along the quayside, full of crates and other cargo but apparently empty of people, moving carefully to try to avoid detection if someone did appear. There were several galleys alongside the quay, all seemingly deserted. Anthonius chose one and led his friend up the gangplank and on board. They sneaked below deck where they first came across a large cabin full of beds, presumably the crew’s communal sleeping quarters. The boys ran across to the far end and into a corridor with several doors on either side. Anthonius listened at one of the far doors and, hearing nothing, opened it. It was the wrong choice for a man looked up at him from behind a table where he had been eating. The boys turned to flee but, as they ran back along the corridor, Armillatus, who was leading, tripped and Anthonius fell over him. Anthonius quickly regained his feet, hauled Armillatus up and began to run again but, when he glanced round to see how they were progressing, he saw that his friend was limping and that the man was upon him. Armillatus shouted at the man to let him go and tried unsuccessfully to wriggle from his tight grip. Anthonius stopped and turned round and also shouted at the man to let the captured boy go. “Now, why should I do that,” asked the man, “for I think I’ve caught myself a sneak thief?”

“We’re not thieves,” protested Anthonius, “we were just looking for a little food and shelter.” The man looked at the gorgeous nude boy with the erotic piercings and brandings and seemed to mellow a little before enquiring “Well, why didn’t you just ask instead of running away?” Anthonius perceived the change in tone and replied “I’m sorry, sir, we were just scared. Can you help us please?” The man said “Come join us then” and dragged a still-struggling Armillatus back to his cabin. Anthonius stood for a while considering his options but eventually followed to find the man re-seated with a now quietened Armillatus held firmly on his knee. “Close the door,” said the man “lock it with the key and throw the key to me.” Anthonius obeyed. The man placed the key in his tunic pocket and released Armillatus, who immediately ran to hold his friend’s hand. The man smiled at the sight of the two beautiful naked boys displaying their friendship before him and pushed his plate forward. “You two can have this. I wasn’t really hungry. Do you want the wine or would you prefer water?”

(To be continued in Chapter 27 – ‘Farewell’)