The Lycian Prince 51

Anthonius proceeded carefully along the quiet dark streets of Rome, naked and hands tied behind his back. His beautiful body displayed its full ornamentation, the Ganymede medallion, the gold nipple and cock rings, the eagles branded round his tits, just above his genitals, on his upper front thighs, in the side hollows of his buttocks, as well as squarely in the middle of each bumcheeck and on his upper arms, hands and feet. A small circle of branded intertwined snakes surrounded his navel, a memento from his African adventure. Streaks of drying semen decorated the boy’s chin and inside legs. The delicious spectacle was completed by the sight of his erect cock pointing his direction. The lad was scared but also strangely excited by his predicament. There would still be people about at this early hour, because the city never went completely to sleep, and more would soon spill into the thoroughfares with the imminent arrival of dawn.

Anthonius hoped that he would both remember the route back to the brothel and avoid being observed on the way. If anyone did see him, the boy trusted that they would just laugh at him but he was afraid that some might take liberties. His fear was to be substantiated for, as he came round an alleyway corner, suddenly in front were two soldiers, one with a drawn sword in his hand and the other carrying a flaming torch. They had been looking for a reported burglar but decided to abandon the search temporarily because the surprised nude Anthonius was just too late in jumping into the shadows of a doorway. The soldiers approached the lad.

“What have we got here?" the ugly bearded and smelly swordsman asked, surveying the lovely scene. “Just returning to the ‘House of Ganymede, sir,” answered a tremulous Anthonius, “after visiting a client.” The man, lifting the point of his sword so that it was level with the boy's throat, responded “A high class, well-decorated and conveniently packaged boy whore, eh. I was hoping to enjoy a cheaper one of your kind at another much less posh establishment later. Do you give free samples, whore?” The sword tip was now pressed against the lad’s thyroid as his body was forced against the door behind.

Anthonius, voice quaking, managed to respond “Not usually, sir!” The soldier’s mouth started to ooze lustful spittle. “You’re a nice juicy little animal,” the man declared, whilst examining the dried sperm on the boy’s chin and legs and viewing the lad’s hard penis, “who’s already obviously enjoyed a lot of cock tonight but seems desperate for more. Turn round!” His chosen victim reluctantly obliged.

“That bum’s crying out for a another good fucking!” the soldier crudely announced, whilst feeling the fine orbs with his free hand. Anthonius’ penis started to drool precum and rise to the vertical. “You’ll give me a free taste, won’t you whore?” The man, reaching round to fondle the boy’s damp erection, added “In fact, I think you’re desperate to give me a free treat, aren’t you whore?” The lad did not answer until he felt the sword tip press against his sphincter after the hand had been withdrawn and the last question was repeated.

“Yes, sir,” Anthonius was obliged to say. The boy now felt his rope bondage being severed by the sword before being ordered “Then brace yourself against the door, splay your legs and push your bum out. Of course mine won’t be the first cock you've had inside you but it may be one of the biggest!" As the lad began to assume the required degrading position, he peeked around and his horrified eyes saw the soldier pass the sword to his companion before dropping his loincloth and pulling back the front of his tunic to reveal a truly massive penis.

The soldier spat on his hand and rubbed saliva over his erection, whilst asking his colleague "Do you want a go after me?” "You can have sole use of the whore," the second man replied, "I prefer them without cocks and balls between their legs. Just get on with it as we don't want the centurion catching you having fun when on duty!" "Well there's no accounting for taste,” the rapist answered sarcastically, “though I think you’re fussy for this one’s got so little between his legs that you can hardly tell what he is.” The man laughed at his own joke before returning his attention to his humiliated and terrified victim, commanding “Now, whore, get your legs wide apart, bum fully out and brace yourself as I've told you once already!" The man reinforced this order with an open handed hard clout across Anthonius' raw rump, causing the boy to yelp with pain.

Anthonius knew there was no escape. He had to submit if he was to survive for he was sure that the soldiers would have no compunction in running him through with the weapon, thinking up their reasons later if anyone noticed. Obediently he splayed his legs, bent forward, rested his hands palm down against the door and pushed his bottom up, offering it to the soldier. The man licked his index finger, ran it down the cleft of the boy's bum and then jabbed it hard into him. The lad gasped as more pain hit him.

The finger was withdrawn and Anthonius soon felt the head of the soldier's huge cock pressing against the remarkably tight lips of his young anus. The man dug his thumbs into the raw flesh of the boy's buttocks before viciously prizing the lad open as the penis forced a passage past the sphincter. The rapist grasped Anthonius’ hips, pulling him back as he thrust forward and burying his throbbing cock to it's hilt. The boy’s shrill screams echoed down the alleyway. The lad had been sodomised many times before but never quite as cruelly.

This, Anthonius thought, as the pain tore through him, is how a slave is truly, using the soldier’s plebeian terminology, fucked. The man withdrew and then drove forward again and the former Prince could feel the rapist’s coarse dirty pubic hair rubbing against his smooth buttocks. Impaled on the soldier’s pulsating cock, it seemed to the lad as though his whole body was being split open from his rectum upwards.

As the action proceeded, several parties of late revellers, men and women, staggered past, all pausing to take in the sight of a young boy being malevolently sodomised by a member of the Roman garrison. Without exception, they presumed that the lad had not succumbed voluntarily but no-one gave any consideration to intervening. It was simply too dangerous to question the actions of soldiers and anyway the youngster probably deserved his fate for being out alone on the streets at such a time. Most therefore just laughed, whilst watching a bit of the spectacle before moving on.

The soldier suddenly thrust forward with such force that he lifted Anthonius’ feet from the ground, ramming him head first against the door. The heads of some people, wakened by the racket, appeared at a few of the windows above and opposite but all, like the passers-by, simply took a glance at proceedings before returning to their original activities.

Anthonius eventually felt the soldier come deep inside him, the man holding the boy firmly in place as he completed his orgasm. When the soldier finally let go, the lad tumbled to the floor at his rapist’s feet. The quietly sobbing Anthonius, semen oozing again out of his ravaged hole, was left in peace momentarily before kicks thudded into his ribcage. "Get up whore," the soldier shouted, "your job’s only half done. Lick your filth off me, you lump of dog turd!"

The soldier seized Anthonius by his hair and hauled him up onto his knees. The boy could see the man's obnoxious cock, covered with blood and cum, hanging limply just in front of his face. Automatically, the revolted lad pulled backwards. "Oh, too high class a whore to do your duty by the men of the garrison of Rome are you slut?” the rapist teased before addressing his companion, “Just let the little gentleman feel the point of my sword would you." As he complied, the smirking colleague advised “The whore came himself when you were having him. His belly and chest, and the doorway, are covered with his sperm, which is also still dribbling from his prick.” After checking for himself, the rapist declared “You really have found your true vocation, haven’t you whore?”

Anthonius hoped to escape answering but the second soldier pressed the sword tip more firmly into his back, causing some blood to erupt from the skin. The boy therefore replied hesitatingly “Yes, sir, I’m a truly sluttish whore!” Further pressure on the sword hurried the lad into bending forward to lick and suck the filth from the rapist’s odorous limp member.

After a while, the soldier grabbed hold of Anthonius’ hair again and, pulling the boy’s head back, announced "That's clean enough, whore" before driving his knee into the lad's face. Anthonius shrieked and fell backwards, covering his face with open hands and blood squirted out between his fingers. "Come on, you've had your fun," the rapist’s companion finally suggested, "and there’s a thief to try to catch before I go to find some nice young female cunt. Redress and take your sword!”

"Still think you’re too fussy," his friend replied before they moved off together, “the boy whore’s tight pussy was better than any girl’s!”

(To be continued in Chapter 52 – ‘Destiny’)

Author’s Note

This chapter is included to honour the talemaster, Zelamir, to whom, if you recall from Chapter 1 of ‘The Lycian Prince’, this whole saga is dedicated. His stories inspired me to write. The chapter is actually an authorised adaptation of one in ‘A Roman Holiday’ by Zelamir. His superbly descriptive and researched tales relate to similar themes as my own, i.e. boys and their travails, but do not usually include eunuchs or castration scenes and will not therefore appear at eunuch.org. However, if anyone is unaware of Zelamir’s sagas and would like to know more, they can contact me in the first instance and I should be happy to provide details.

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