The Lycian Prince 32

Anthonius fearfully squatted over the large ungreased black dildo. It was not as big as the monster on which he had been impaled in the obese Arab’s torture chamber in Africa, so he knew that he should be able to accommodate it without long-term damage, but it would certainly hurt a lot, at least at first. The cool round head of the phallus came to rest on the boy’s sphincter and he paused to gather his courage before pushing downwards. The smooth surface had made very little headway when the resistance was such that Anthonius burst into tears to delighted laughter from the twelve watching 11 years olds.

Anthonius removed the dildo to retry but was again unsuccessful as the pain caused another retreat. The Prince feigned impatience after the sobbing Anthonius had made four further failed attempts to impale himself fully. By this time the boy’s agonising journey had only reached a third of the way and so the kind Prince invited two of his friends to help. The two exhilarated 11 years old took up positions on either side of the squatting 14 years old and pushed down hard on his shoulders. Anthonius screamed loudly as, to sarcastic cheers from the spectators, the phallus now rapidly ran up his anus until his bottom rested on the wood. The boy rested in that impaled position for a while to allow the pain to subside a little and to try to reassure himself that no serious injury had been caused. However, commands from the restless Prince, and taunts from the other watchers, made him pick his bum up off the surface, using his hands on the wood behind him for leverage, to allow a partial withdrawal of the invader before agonisingly sinking on it again. The distressed boy thought that the best way to alleviate his suffering was to try to achieve a speedy rhythm to his self-sodomisation as quickly as possible to allow his anus to accustom itself to the intrusion and so allow the pain to be gradually superseded by inevitable ultimate pleasure. This supposition was going to cost much time, effort and grief to prove in practice for it was a full sixth of an hour before the lad’s movements began to cause his soft cock to twitch, and another sixth of an hour before the penis was hard. The 14 years old eventually managed to splash his white seed over his own belly, chest and face, to more accompanying derisive cheers from the 11 years olds, just before his fatigued arms and legs would have given way in exhaustion. He had been impaled for almost half an hour.

Anthonius had sat on the dildo in exhaustion and the Prince invited another two friends to remove the boy off it, adding “Well, whore, you certainly like to prolong your pleasures. You’ve selfishly kept us waiting for half an hour!” The Prince ignored Anthonius’ yelp when he was roughly and callously raised rapidly to his feet off the phallus, to an accompanying loud slurping sound, and continued “You had better perform more quickly at the banquet. Perhaps you will need more practice beforehand to speed up. I’ll talk to Casperius about it as we don’t have time now. You have caused my friends and I to be overdue for our lessons. This also means that I shall not have time to beat you now. I’ll ask my father if I can do that at the banquet after your act, and I’ll be adding a few extra strokes for your impertinence in delaying us today. Meanwhile, more immediately, your eunuch will supervise the cleaning of the phallus and the floor next door with your tongue. See you in two days, whore, if not before!” As Anthonius knelt to lick the dildo, he saw that his blood was difficult to notice on the black surface.

The Prince was only teasing about further practice and Anthonius was mightily relieved that he was not required to re-acquaint himself with the marble dildo until the banquet. However, Casperius planned to guarantee that Anthonius’ time on the dildo would be so extended that the energy in the boy’s limbs and torso would be depleted before that in his cock caused it to climax. The consequences of the lad’s public failure to achieve what the Emperor required would be delicious. The major domo therefore ensured that Anthonius received no more stimulating aphrodisiacs and, by unlocking his chains overnight, that the boy had the chance to masturbate if he wanted. Anthonius did not avail himself of the opportunity for he knew that he needed to preserve his sexual passions for the banqueting challenge.

Anthonius’ physical preparation by his new Nubian slave, conducted in the bath chamber of his former quarters, was almost complete, with the eunuch as amazed as Niachiarus had been at the fast recuperative powers of the boy’s anus for it had already re-tightened, when three boy companions entered. One was the oldest and longest-serving of the companions, a 16 years old who was shortly due to leave the harem. Diocletian had lined up a lucrative tax collection sinecure for him and his father as reward for his eight years of loyal service. The other two were the youngest of the companions, both aged 9. The 16 years old looked at Anthonius, lying nude and face-up on the chamber’s preparation table, and said “Caperius has sent us, whore. He says that he doesn’t trust you not to misbehave when you dance naked in public later. He remembers what happened at your initiation when you desecrated the ceremony by selfishly giving your own pleasure priority over sacred ritual and the interests of the Emperor. He doesn’t want the forthcoming banquet spoiled by you doing the same, especially as you’ve shown that you really are a natural whore. We’ve therefore been sent to milk you, twice!”

It was the 9 years old who happily took it in turns to accomplish the task. The first, grinning broadly, grasped the 14 years old cock, already hard as a result of the eunuch’s attentions, and pumped it rapidly, harshly pulling the foreskin back to expose the cockhead with each jab. Despite the initial discomfort, Anthonius’ backside was soon raising itself from the table as pleasurable sensations swiftly overwhelmed him instead and his seed spurted into a readied collection bowl. The second 9 years old then took hold of the now softening penis and gradually and more carefully enticed it back to erection and eventual further orgasm. As Anthonius was obeying the Casperius’ conveyed instruction to lick the bowl clean of its contents immediately afterwards, he realised that the major domo was actually trying to make his imminent public humiliation at least more prolonged if not worse. He had already appreciated that the lack of enemas over the last few days meant that the major domo was trying to add to the flavours that he would have to taste when he again had to lick the dildo clean.

As the three boy companions turned to leave, having finished their work, the 16 years old leader informed Anthonius “By the way, whore, I’ve been told to advise you that your mother and sister arrived at Ostia harbour this morning. They will be disembarked from their galley for transportation to the palace tomorrow. Apparently, the standard of accommodation they can expect here, whether it’s in the guest quarters or a nice cell in the dungeons, perhaps even the torture chamber itself, will entirely depend on the standard of your performance at tonight’s banquet. Bye, whore, we’re looking forward to seeing your act!”

One hour later, Anthonius again found himself before the side doors of the palace’s main banquet hall awaiting entry, as he was to provide the next entertainment. Within, several hundred people, guests and minions, were eagerly awaiting the boy’s arrival to see him display his extraordinary skills. Anthonius, now unchained, was wearing what purported to be traditional white Lycian princely attire, displaying national insignia, although it was much tighter and shorter than what would actually be worn by a Lycian royal for the garment revealed the full immaculate shape of the delights underneath and barely covered his loins. The garb had been deliberately prepared so that the boy’s humiliation in strip-dancing to nudity, and then bringing himself to orgasm on the marble phallus, was reinforced by reminding the spectators of how far the lad’s status had fallen. He thought that his public degradation was then to be completed when the 14 years old received the promised public beating from the 11 years old Prince.

The doors opened and a group of boy and girl acrobats, aged about 12 and wearing the usual tiny thongs, came through. However, instead of running past, they saw the waiting Anthonius and surrounded the lad. One of the boys said “Look it’s the whore who’s next on. We’re all really looking forward to your act. The Emperor’s opened the balconies so that more guests and off-duty servants can watch. We’ve been promised a space up there as well. The dildo’s already waiting for you on stage. Sooner you than me, but then you’re a whore!” They all ran off giggling.

Anthonius was guided through the doors by his new Nubian slave, who sent the boy on his way onto the entertainment dais with a pat on the bum, in much the same manner as Niachiarus had done at the lad’s initiation as a boy companion more than a year previously. Anthonius had never known the hall so full and noisy, with the usually unoccupied balconies indeed full of eager spectators. There was immediately a lot of cheering and laughter, with many apparently amused at the sight of the small branded eagles visible on the boy’s bare upper arms, hands and feet. Anthonius reached the front of the dais nearest to Diocletian’s couch and noticed that the young Prince was lying on an adjacent divan with, to the boy’s consternation, a cane alongside him. In one of the neighbouring guest of honour positions sat a big, middle-aged black man, dressed in multi-coloured flowing robes, and in another, to the lad’s further horror, a smirking Lysus was reclining. Anthonius immediately recognised the significance of this for normally his half-brother would be amongst the lesser dignitaries. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.

Anthonius performed the usual homage by kneeling to kiss the Imperial eagle embossed into the floor. The laughter rose again as this action exposed Anthonius’ underside to view by those behind him. As the boy stood again, he felt deeply ashamed but not at his acutely humiliating situation. Instead, he was very guilty about the feeling of intense exhilaration soaring through his body, causing his cock to re-harden despite the recent attentions paid to it by the 9 years olds.

Casperius stood up from his couch close to the Emperor and announced “This is Anthonius, former Lycian Prince but now treacherous whore. He enjoys having his oral and anal orifices regularly filled to the hilt. He will demonstrate this for us tonight. First, his mouth!” One of the 9 years old boy companions, who played with Anthonius’ cock earlier, ran forward to give the lad a large goblet. Anthonius was shocked to see that it was almost overflowing with semen. The major domo continued “All of those Imperial boy companions and pages who were capable, and there were about fifty, have kindly contributed their seed so that the slut can have his fill. Drink up, whore!” Anthonius knew that delay in consuming the vile mixture could prove disastrous for his mother and baby sister and therefore, seemingly greedily, drained the cup in one attempt, overcoming his deep disgust and the constant urge to gag as he did so. Jeers and insults reverberated around the hall. Anthonius’ mouth dribbled with creamy white fluid when he gave the empty goblet back to the 9 years old, but he knew better than to wipe it off.

When the noise eventually dissipated, the music began and Anthonius started his stripdance. The lad had already proven that he was the best dancer the Imperial boy harem had ever known. However, on this occasion, because of what was at stake, he excelled even the best of the artistically, athletically and erotically superb performances that he had invariably given in the past. He did not allow frequent observation of the waiting dildo or cane to distract him despite the anguish that this induced. The boy’s attire was to be stripped off gradually and gracefully at 5-minute intervals. After the first 5 minutes came the tunic, followed by the rear loincloth flap and then the front flap, with its Lycian emblem, leaving Anthonius in just his tiny undercloth. Chortling, initially at the emerging sight of the rest of the boy’s new brands, and anticipation increased amongst the hundreds of spectators as the clear evidence of the lad’s arousal came into view. No boy companion had ever previously gone beyond this point in public nor, indeed, had many other performers on this dais.

The music paused and a hush came to the hall for everyone, not least the dancer, knew what was to come when it restarted. Anthonius awaited the first chord of the restored harmonics and reached for the bow on the undercloth cord that kept his last cover in place. He knew that he must not spoil his performance with hesitation. As the teasing break continued, Anthonius observed that virtually everyone around displayed lecherous grins. Then, the tones finally resounded and the boy pulled on the bow to allow the undercloth to fall. The former quiet was shattered when loud cheering added to the new musical crescendo as Anthonius’ smooth genitals, exhibiting intense excitement, were revealed. Only the faces of Casperius and Lysus seemed to express disappointment at the sight of the erection, flopping around and dribbling a string of precum as the nudedance proceeded.

Five minutes later, Anthonius finished his dance with a well-executed back somersault that left him standing back in front of the embossed eagle, both hands in the air and legs on the floor wide apart. His penis was visibly throbbing. Casperius was amazed at the boy’s libido and wished that he had earlier ordered the production of more milk. Anthonius lowered his arms, placed his legs together and knelt to pay homage again. Regaining his feet, he turned and ran to the waiting dildo with a smile on his face as if eager to experience its delights as opposed to the acute trepidation he really felt. When he was standing over the black marble, the boy turned again to face the Emperor, Prince and guests of honour, bowed and began to squat to a mixture of raucous acclimation and encouragement and rude insults. The cool tip of the phallus soon pressed against Anthonius’ sphincter and the boy perceived the keen anticipation in the eyes of most watchers. He thought of his mother in the torture chamber, prayed to his gods to ease his pain and, with all his strength, rammed himself down onto the wicked implement. Anthonius could not help but release a scream as his bottom hit the wood and he was fully impaled, but this only added to the joy of those around. Meanwhile, the simultaneous sound of thunder could be heard outside as the worst summer storm to hit Rome for years began, not that anyone inside the hall cared.

Ignoring the waves of pure agony sweeping through his body, Anthonius somehow quickly managed to lift his bum to initiate the rhythmic movement required for his self-sodomisation. It took 5 minutes for his cock, softened by the pain, to regain its hardness. After another 5 minutes, the penis had gained an ivory-like lustre and was copiously seeping precum. The engorged member was throbbing intently and pointing back up Anthonius’ body when, to delirious geers and shouts from all around, the foreskin slipped back to reveal the cockhead, rapidly followed by a long white stream of liquid that splashed on the boy’s torso and face, with some despoiling his golden hair.

Anthonius allowed his public orgasm to subside before carefully but speedily extricating himself from the dildo and kneeling to lick it clean of his blood and other disagreeable matter to some applause. Anthonius then ran, despite the intense discomfort in his rear, back to the embossed eagle to give homage again to a grinning Diocletian. When he stood again, the boy saw that the young Prince had picked up the cane.

Casperius also stood and announced to the assemblage “I’m afraid that your applause was misdirected. It was the young Prince spending a lot of time and patience on the slut’s instruction that created this pleasant entertainment and not any ability on the part of the performer, who only demonstrated what a natural born whore he really is.” The throng quickly rectified their mistake by giving a booming ovation to the Prince who stood, cane in hand, in acknowledgement. After allowing the extended noise to subside, the major domo continued “In fact, His Highness had to put up with much incompetence and insubordination from the whore whilst training him. His Highness shall therefore now try to teach the harlot to be more capable and obedient in future. Your Highness, the whore is all yours for eight strokes of the cane across the backside!”

The Prince approached the trembling nude Anthonius and ordered “Turn around, whore, bend over, usual position, usual rules!” Anthonius instantly complied and through his legs could see the Prince, the Emperor, Casperius and Lysus, all with expressions of glee on their faces. The Prince did not practice any swings with the cane for he wanted to demonstrate to the now quietened spectators that he was highly proficient with the implement without needing to bother with rehearsal. He just gently rubbed the cane up and down his victim’s immaculately smooth, at least for now, light pink buttocks before withdrawing it above his head and returning it with as much force as he could muster. Anthonius uttered his second loud scream of the night, although he then managed to stay still and respond “One, thank you Highness”. Unfortunately, this was drowned in the laughter that filled the hall. “I didn’t hear what you said, whore,” the Prince cruelly advised, “so that blow doesn’t count! You’ll have to shout if you want me to catch what you’re saying!” However, before he had finished the last sentence, the Prince caught the boy out by delivering the second blow to an unprepared bottom and the lad jumped forward. “Oh dear,” retorted the Prince to more surrounding hilarity “another one that doesn’t count!” The sobbing Anthonius somehow succeeded, to much disappointment from the Prince and the crowd of observers, to survive without further mishap the eight heavy agonising strokes that were still due to his bum, which displayed a series of vivid red stripes at the finale.

Casperius stood again. He would have preferred Anthonius to fail the ordeal on the dildo so that the boy’s body could be subjected to worse punishment but, as usual, he had prepared a contingency measure. He thanked the Prince for taking so much time and making so much effort to try to correct the harlot and asked if he would mind providing the whore with a couple more favours before resuming his couch. The two 9 years old boy companions who had milked Anthonius earlier ran forward. One carried a dildo identical in shape to the one on which Anthonius had just sodomised himself to climax, but made of wood, and the other a couple of pieces of jewellery, resembling earrings. The major domo asked the Prince if he would like to insert the phallus into the harlot’s anus, as the whore liked having it stuffed as often and a much as possible. The Prince was delighted to accept the invitation and threw the cane to the floor. The two 9 years olds prised the still bent-over Anthonius’s bumcheeks apart and the 11 years old Prince placed the head of the dildo on the 14 years old sphincter. The Prince grabbed a tight hold on Anthonius’ hair with his left hand and drove the phallus forward with his right and with all his might. Anthonius issued a loud shriek, which was not lost amongst the joyous cacophony emanating from elsewhere, as his rectum was viciously invaded and filled again. “Thank you, Highness,” said Casperius, “now, stand up whore and make sure that you keep that inside you until you are instructed otherwise.” The major domo paused, to allow the crying Anthonius to stand, before again addressing the Prince “Please, Highness, will you now connect these to the whore’s nipples.” The jewellery consisted of thin droplet-shaped golden ornaments, about the length of a man’s little finger, dangling from minuscule clamps. However, the small size of the clamps was not detrimental, particularly with the attached weights, to the amount of pain caused when the new nipple ornamentation, supplementary to the existing rings, was hung from Anthonius’ tits.

Casperius thanked the Prince for his favours and ordered Anthonius to do so as well. “Thank you, Highness,” the tearful naked 14 years old heard himself say, as he kneeled before the 11 years old, “for taking the time and trouble to help me.” The major domo escorted the Prince back to his couch and then surprised Anthonius by declaring “The whore will now finish by entertaining us with one more nudedance.” This second dance was to be far less polished than the first as, to everyone else’s amusement, Anthonius regularly grimaced from the pain of the nipple ornaments, as the golden droplets flailed around, and contorted his body hilariously in a struggle to retain the dildo inside him.

When Anthonius had eventually finished his humiliating and distressing routine, Casperius declared “As you have seen tonight, this treacherous boy is a natural whore. It is the Emperor’s pleasure that His Majesty will delay announcing the whore’s ultimate fate for betraying His Majesty’s love and kindness for two months. It is also the Emperor’s pleasure that in the interim the whore will earn his keep in the most appropriate manner. Tomorrow, the whore will be despatched to the slave market to be auctioned for temporary service in a boy brothel. Meanwhile, in case any of His Majesty’s welcome guests have any interests in such establishments and might appreciate an early inspection of the goods that will be on offer tomorrow, the whore will be paraded amongst you!” Not for the first time that night, Anthonius blushed from head to toe.

The two 9 years olds returned with the 16 years old boy companion to place Anthonius back in his chains and to guide the now bound naked 14 years old, with his nipple ornaments and anal plug still in place, around the eagerly waiting guests. Anthonius was already shamefully fully erect again when he arrived before the first for an intimate examination. Over the next three hours whilst other acts attempted to provide entertainment on the dais, Anthonius was to provide better off it. Many eyes were to feast closely on the boy’s gorgeous body, marred, according to some, only by the stripes across his bum and the semen stains across his torso and face and congealed in his hair, although others felt that they improved the lad’s looks. Many hands were to explore Anthonius nude form all over, but especially his most private places and bringing him humiliatingly to further ejaculation on two occasions.

Meanwhile, Casperius noticed the expression on the Emperor’s face become grimmer as the persistent thunder outside intensified. “Lord,” the major domo asked, “Is there anything wrong?” Diocletian answered “I wonder if we’ve displeased Zeus with our plans to offer Anthonius soon to another god. He seems very angry!” Casperius tried to reassure the obviously concerned Emperor but to no avail for he eventually concluded “I must appease mighty Zeus by offering him Anthonius now. The boy was, after all, dedicated to Ganymede and the god might want him to replace the heavenly cup-bearer. Let Zeus himself choose whether he wants Anthonius now or whether the boy may be gifted later to another immortal!” Diocletian gave the major domo his instructions.

Anthonius was found on the balcony in the middle of a crowd of people eager to fondle the boy. Two big strong Praetorians literally lifted him off his feet and rushed him into the corridor outside, to the immense disappointment of those who had not yet molested the lad. The Praetorians carried Anthonius along a couple of passageways to a wide stone spiral staircase leading upwards, which they ascended until they emerged from a door onto the external roof of the building. They were greeted by high winds, heavy driving rain and deafening cracks of thunder. The night sky was spectacularly illuminated by many flashes of lightening. The guards carried the now petrified, soaking and chilled Anthonius past a towering gold-painted iron pole to a square wooden bondage frame located about eight paces in front at the very edge of the roof. The frame overlooked the steps leading from the palace’s main entrance to the large courtyard beyond and had been the site of several previous sacrifices to Zeus. Anthonius was chained speadeagled and facing outwards towards the lights of Rome. One of the soldiers attached the end of a thin chain to the underneath of the Anthonius’ cockring and, to the boy’s horror, drew it tautly through the lad’s legs to fix the other end to a ring on the pole behind. The two men then quickly departed the dangerous scene.

Anthonius knew the tremendous peril that he was in and so did the many guests who had decided to brave the wind and rain for a quick look at him from the courtyard far below. The terrified boy recognised the Imperial party itself, presumably including the guests of honour, making a brief appearance before returning to the dry and warmth to conclude the banquet. However, soon Anthonius could hardly see as the wind drove the rain into his eyes. Nevertheless, he could feel. He felt the cold and damp envelop his naked body. He also felt his cock slowly rise again. There was a loud flash and bang behind him and the boy’s body convulsed as, for the sixth time that night, he came.

(To be continued in Chapter 33 – ‘Offering’)