The Lycian Prince 41

Anthonius paid the customary homage to the two men and advanced towards them so that they could perform their inspection of the goods that they had hired for up to four hours at great expense. Fortunately, the very wealthy doting widowed mothers of the duo did not mind paying huge sums to subsidise their son’s entertainment as long as it kept them out of real mischief. As the boy approached, he noticed that both were wearing face make-up. “He’s a real lovely,” said one to the other in an effeminate voice after the boy had removed his thong, “it’s going to be highly pleasurable enjoying his orifices to the full!” This man fondled Anthonius’ genitals whilst the other went behind the boy to do the same to the lad’s buttocks. “May I?” the second queried of the first, in a similarly feminine tone, and the latter stopped his handling of the now erect penis so that the boy could be bent over for a fuller anal examination. “Delicious,” the second declared after he was done, “the red stripes really enhance his rear curvature. Do you want to see?” The first replied affirmatively and the second smacked Anthonius’ bottom hard, causing the boy to utter a low cry at the unexpected blow across his sore skin. “Turn round, slut,” he ordered, “so that my friend can look.” The lad complied. When Anthonius was finally allowed to stand again, the second man completed the dual scrutiny by manually performing his own check of the boy’s cock and balls. The boy’s hard penis was now dripping precum and he was ordered to kneel and clean up with his tongue some that had fallen into the man’s right hand.

The scene now became, for Anthonius, rather sinister for, after standing again, the men lowered the four sets of manacles suspended from the ceiling to waist height. They attached the boy’s hands to two of them and, lifting his legs off the floor one by one, attached his ankles to the other two so that he was suspended face downwards, limbs wide apart. “Nice!” declared both men simultaneously once they had finished and just before they removed their clothes. From his elevated but fixed position, Anthonius could at first just see two large stiff cocks pop into view. However, his sight of these items, drooling their own precum, became much better when they were presented to him for sucking concurrently.

Anthonius did not believe that he could take both at the same time but tried to accommodate them. He failed and the men expressed surprise. “A whore like you should be able to take two,” one of the men remarked, “you must be being lazy. We’ll see what a bit of encouragement will do!” This man walked away towards the shelf behind Anthonius. The boy therefore could not see what the man was collecting but knew that, whatever it was, it would not be pleasant.

Anthonius instantly knew what the man had gathered when the first blow from the strap landed across the middle of his back, causing him to scream. The strap was left draped across the wide crimson stripe that it had created as a reminder whilst both men resumed their positions before the boy’s face. Unfortunately, Anthonius failed again to fit the engorged male members in his mouth and now received two strokes of the strap across his back. “We’ll double up every time until you take us,” advised the chastiser as he rejoined his colleague in front of the now crying boy. This time, both erections forced themselves a little way into the Anthonius’ oral orifice, helped by the four hands holding the boy’s head, but they could not be left there for long because the lad began to gag seriously. The men therefore withdrew their cockheads a bit to allow air through before advancing again. They gradually developed a rhythm that prevented the boy from choking at the expense of not penetrating with the full lengths of their penises. Nevertheless, the feel of the boy’s lips, tongue and throat on their saliva-covered conjoined cockheads soon brought them to almost simultaneous orgasms. Anthonius nearly suffocated when his throat was inundated with semen whilst the vibrating erections were still held inside him but managed to swallow a lot of the sperm when the penises were finally withdrawn, leaving only a small amount dripping from his chin and allowing him to gulp air.

“Filthy slut,” commented one of the men to the other, “look the whore’s littered the floor with his own seed whilst we were feeding him ours!” The distracted Anthonius had not known that he had also climaxed, for the fifth time during his inaugural shift as a prostitute. “You can clean that up later in the proper manner,” the man informed the boy. The other man went to open the door and looked outside. He gave instructions to one of the attendant servants and a short time later some food and wine was brought in by four boy prostitutes, who looked sympathetically at Anthonius. All had had to entertain the two men previously in a similar manner.

Meanwhile, in the nearby chamber, the water carrier suspended from Prodicus’ ball sac was slowly filling and the boy’s balls now hung very low, and had turned bright red, as a result of the pressure from the ring snapped around the base. The 16 years old’s face was streaming with tears but the visage of the watching Lysus exhibited a broad grin.

Anthonius’ naked clients sat on the bed and consumed some of the delivered provisions whilst gossiping about some gorgeous gladiators they had recently seen, totally ignoring the boy, still suspended uncomfortably from the ceiling with a very sore throat, back and bum. However, the men stopped when the appetites of their sexual organs again began to overtake that of their stomachs and they took one of the boy’s orifices each. The men liked to suspend their whores so that they could swing the sluts on and off their cocks in tandem without moving themselves. Anthonius now relived the experience that he had encountered in a dark Ostian alley, albeit from a different posture, and was to find that his latest customers also liked to take turns about, but more sedately after further chat and drink.

Prodicus’ balls were purple and his agony was acute. Lysus rose from the bed, approached the sobbing boy and felt the lad’s distorted scrotum. He then removed the boy’s gag. “Please, master,” Prodicus immediately begged, “stop this. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ll do anything. Please, please stop!” Lysus smirked, replaced the gag and sat back down on the bed. The water continued to flow slowly but surely.

Anthonius had just been impregnated for the third time by each of his two clients when one of them viciously inserted a large dildo in the boy’s anus, creating a loud yell accompanied by much chain rattling. They then transferred their uneaten food onto the boy’s naked rear. Several types of meat and cheese were placed on the upper back and salad and fruit in the middle. They finished by planting the remainder of their bread sticks in the lad’s bumcrack, with their wine goblets on each buttock and the challenge that, if any were to fall, the strap would return. The men then stood either side of the boy table, another advantage of securing their whores in such a position, as they continued their gossip whilst picking at the food and occasionally indulging in their brew. They knew perfectly well that the feel and smell of the small banquet would permeate through to the harlot who, by this time in his shift, would be exceedingly hungry, so adding frustration and jealousy to the slut’s humiliation.

Once the food was gone, one of the men maliciously removed the dildo swiftly from the boy’s rectum, nicely promoting another yelp. The large smooth wooden object had been smeared with some of the two client’s own semen, which they had copiously implanted inside the lad previously and would obviously now require cleaning with a certain tongue.

Anthonius was eventually released from his bondage. He first had to lick his own mess up from the floor, to accompanying laughter, before being required to lay on the bed on his side. The men then gave the attentions of their own tongues to the boy’s genitals and anus. However, they cruelly identified when to stop to avoid the imminent orgasm and ordered the lad to lie face-up whilst they bound him to the corner ties. One of the men opened a jar on the side table, rubbed some of its contents onto his dinner knife and began to smear the yellow substance onto Anthonius’ thwarted throbbing penis, including some across the now revealed cockhead. He finished by delicately dipping some into the slit. Anthonius did not react immediately for it would take a few moments for the agonising sensations created by the peppery concoction to overwhelm his brain. It was now almost the 9th hour of the morning, so the two men dressed and left to enjoy breakfast whilst the boy prostitute’s shrieks testified to how much he was appreciating his own sustenance.

Lysus removed Prodicus’ gag again and received a loud scream in response before the boy restarted his pleading. Lysus picked up on one repeated phrase used by his torture victim and paraphrased it back. “You’ll do anything,” he said, “are you sure?” “Yes, master, anything,” sobbed Prodicus. “Then you will not regard the new whore as a friend. Instead, you will ensure that his off-duty time here is very unpleasant. Will you do that?” The boy unhesitatingly replied “Yes, master, I’ll make his life hell. Please, please stop the water.”

Lysus reattached the clamp to the leather connection tube, terminating the flow of the liquid. “I know some of the other whores who hate you because you have bullied them,” the Lycian said, “and they will keep me informed of how you are doing. Do not disappoint me or you and I will be back here with the same equipment, and I can promise you that then I won’t stop the water!”

(To be continued in Chapter 42 – ‘Hades’)