The Lycian Prince 40

Anthonius’ next customer was almost as unexpected as the first for he was from the opposite side of the human age range. Anthonius only appreciated how old the patron was when he was escorted into the private chamber by the servant, who was helping the ancient rake’s progress by gently holding him by the arm. The boy had noticed who his second client was to be in the hall, but only briefly and at a distance, and his main recollection had been that the man was a senator.

The old man smiled when he saw the new boy prostitute waiting for him in front of the bed and signalled the servant to withdraw. He had regularly frequented this establishment and others like it since he was eighteen, over sixty-two years ago, and thought that he had never seen a more beautiful specimen of boyhood. He believed that the catamite’s body decorations only enhanced that perception and accordingly he had been prepared to pay an enormous amount to secure the newcomer’s company for a couple of hours. Anyway, he was a rich widower without heirs, who had no-one else to leave his fortune to when he died, which he knew would be soon. He therefore thought that he might as well indulge himself and placate some of his loneliness before he had to will his money to the Emperor. He could easily have outbid the first parental client but was happy to desist to allow the pretty son first access.

Anthonius remembered this time to perform homage and then advanced at the old man’s beckoning to bow and allow his body to be inspected, both with and without thong. The boy’s cock was now soft having experienced three ejaculations within two hours. “I see that your young first patron has beaten you;” the man said, but without rancour as he observed the fresh scarlet stripes across the sublime backside, and enquired “why, were you in some way naughty with him?” Anthonius explained his accident. “Ah, the uncontrollable passions of youth,” the old man sighed sympathetically, “if only I still possessed them. Come lie with me on the bed.” As they approached the bed, he added “I believe that I know all about you from my friends at Diocletian’s court but I want to hear you relate your own history yourself. Please do not try to evade any of my questions for I shall compare your answers with what I’ve heard and shall be upset if I think that you’ve fibbed to me. Now, tell me what are your earliest memories.”

The fully clothed old man and nude young boy lay on the bed for an hour and a half. Anthonius’ story had not proceeded beyond the age of eleven and the only sexual approach made by the old man had been the occasional manual examination of the boy’s genitals when the ancient patron closed his eyes and stopped his questioning. The boy had begun to wonder whether all clients would be as inquisitive as his first two and whether this second customer just wanted to talk. However, he was now concerned for the old man’s health and broke a key rule by speaking without permission. “Master, are you well?” he asked. “Yes, boy;” was the initial patient reply, followed by “I shall have to go soon but will you suck me first, I think you know where!”

Anthonius at first struggled to comply with the old patron’s request because it was difficult to locate the man’s sexual organs underneath his vast array of outer clothing. However, the boy eventually succeeded in revealing the ancient equipment, which had enjoyed thousands of boys over the years, and began to massage them with his now expert lips and tongue. It was not a pleasant experience, for the old man smelt his age and the subject items were as wrinkled and worn as the rest of the antiquated body. They also did not show any indication of reacting in any way to the oral ministrations. Nevertheless the old man, eyes still closed, bore an expression of deep happiness on his face throughout. Anthonius perceptively realised that his client was now incapable of erection but his actions were causing his customer joyously to remember past blissful times.

The boy’s mouth gave expert attention for half an hour until a knock on the door heralded the arrival of the servant to advise the client diplomatically that his time with the new prostitute had expired. The ancient lecher departed reluctantly, wishing he had paid more to enjoy Anthonius’ company for longer, and promising to return to learn the lad’s life story to the present. Unfortunately, the boy was saddened to hear later that the old man had died the following day. Nevertheless, he comforted himself with the thought that he had perhaps provided the venerable senator with his last pleasures.

The third client was a handsome army officer in his mid-twenties. He had a very rich but overbearing father and had joined the legions to escape him and have some adventure. However, he did not mind using some of his father’s money when, as now, he had returned to Rome on leave, especially if it was to be spent on enjoying someone as gorgeous as Anthonius. The pleasures the boy were about to provide would also give him a lot to brag about when he went back to his soldiers.

After the usual preliminaries, the officer asked Anthonius how the Emperor had pleasured himself with the boy in the Imperial bed for he wanted the same, if only to enhance his boasts. The lad therefore soon found the man kissing, licking and sucking him all over, before having to reciprocate. Anthonius never did overcome his acute dislike of having to lick anuses. They had time for the officer to sodomise the boy twice but the lad’s second act of fellatio was incomplete when the servant knocked on the door. Nevertheless, the officer had been pleased that both time and money had been well spent, not least in providing tales to tell.

The fourth customer, an ugly fat rich merchant in his early forties, arrived on time at the 2nd hour after midnight and was to prove an interesting experience for he told Anthonius to forego the preliminaries as, for their session together, he, the man, was to be the slave. During the next three hours, Anthonius had to bind the man naked in various positions, beat him with paddles, canes and whips and use clamps and dildos on him. The man maintained a large erection throughout these torments but never came.

Anthonius did not have to remove his thong until near the end of the session when their play was supposed to culminate with the boy sodomising the client as the man was tied face-down to the four corners of the bed. Unfortunately, Anthonius could, for once, not achieve erection let alone ejaculation. He thought the act gross and even closing his eyes and thinking of Armillatus’ and Sura’s smooth bottoms could not save him. The man became very angry at the boy’s failure to accomplish the deed and demanded to be released from his bondage. Red-faced and fuming, he put on his toga, but nothing else, and left the chamber. He was not gone long and returned with the servant and an 11 years old catamite.

After the servant left again, Anthonius was to retry to fulfil his client’s desires. However, this time, the younger boy was to count repeatedly to sixty and beat the older prostitute’s already red and sore backside with a cane every time the top number was reached until the required climax had been attained. This did not now take long for Anthonius’ penis hardened with the first stroke and, with eyes closed and now thinking of Armillatus’ sweet genitals, he impregnated the man when the second hit. The customer finally achieved his own orgasm when he felt the boy seed flow into him.

The duo arrived shortly afterwards, at the 5th hour of the morning, and Anthonius was at first relieved to see that they were not, as he had feared, Casperius and Lysus. They were, in fact, two effeminately spoken men in their late twenties but the next four hours with them was not a pleasant experience for the boy. Lysus was actually being entertained by Prodicus in a nearby chamber and, for once, the 16 years old prostitute was also not to enjoy the session.

Lysus had already thrown the boy off his knee and onto the floor of the entertainment hall and called for a slave to bring him a whip. The man had viciously struck the defenceless lad with the cruel implement before desisting and giving the slave more orders. Prodicus soon found himself hanging naked from the ceiling manacles in one of the private entertainment chambers, legs splayed wide apart and well off the ground by chains connected to rings in the floor. The boy was alone in this very disagreeable situation for over an hour and a half until a black man, whom he had never seen before, entered. The man gagged him and snapped a very narrow and uncomfortable flanged metal ring into place around the base of his ball sac, avoiding the penis. Three evenly-spaced, thin but strong chains, dangled from the ring. The man then suspended a large empty leather water carrier from the chains, the extra weight painfully stretching Prodicus’ scrotum downwards. This was attached, by a long clamped leather tube, above the boy’s head to another similar but full carrier that the man fixed to one of the spare ceiling manacles. The black stranger left to be replaced shortly afterwards by Lysus.

The Lycian informed the terrified Prodicus that he would soon release the clamp. He continued “This will enable water to siphon from the upper bag to the lower increasing the weight in the latter and the pressure on your genitals. One of two things will eventually happen, depending on the strength of the skin attaching your ball sac to your body. Either the skin will tear and the attached bag will fall to the floor taking your balls with it or the ring will slide down your sac until it is free. The latter action will, of course, cause your testicles to be crushed and we shall have to cut off your sac to avoid fatal infection.” Lysus removed the clamp and sat on the bed to watch the fun, adding “You really should not have told me that you had befriended the new whore!”

(To be continued in chapter 41 – ‘Duo’)