The Lycian Prince 13

As the Arab saw Anthonius’ engorged penis erupt its last stream of semen, he carefully took hold of the triggering ring between the finger and thumb of his right hand and said sarcastically to the still petrified boy “It look’s as if I over-estimated the size of your erection.” Anthonius was terrified that the Arab would still trigger the blade but the man instead ordered the guards to release the boy. After they had done so, and Anthonius had gratefully withdrawn his genitals from the wicked contraption, the Arab pulled the ring fractionally and the blade fell. The boy had never thought that he would be so pleased that his cock was not a little longer. However, his relief at his survival, and that of his maleness, was short for the Arab now reminded him “Well, whore, you have surprised me by staying alive, but now I shall have the delectable pleasure of punishing your body with exquisite tortures. They await you and I’m sure that you would like to enjoy them straight away, but I’m also sure that you’ll be tired from your exertions. As I want you at your best to fully appreciate the delights that I shall inflict on you, I shall let you be watered and fed and take rest. We shall meet again later. Do have sweet dreams. Take him to the torture chamber!”

The guards escorted Anthonius along a couple of passageways to another chamber, again windowless and illuminated only by wall torches, but this one was much larger and the sight of its contents almost caused the boy to faint again. The walls were covered with frightful instruments of punishment and torture, suspended neatly in rows. There were many types of paddle, cane and whip. There was an array of different sizes of skewer, knife, cleaver, cutter and tong. There were a number of branding irons on the wall above a row of unlit braziers. There were several sacks that seemed to move occasionally. There were many other implements that the horrified boy did not recognise but was sure were very unpleasant when put to use. On the floor of the chamber sat a number of heavy bloodstained tables, all with some form of restraint at the corners and metal rings fixed to the edges. There were several types of bondage frame and stock, at least one rack and, in a few places, nasty spikes and blades were embedded in the floor, which was also littered with fixed metal rings. A myriad of chains and pulleys hung from the roof. The guards took Anthonius to a small barred empty cell in one corner and locked him inside before leaving. The very scared 14 years old curled up in the corner, trembling.

The silent slave later arrived to supply water and bread to the dehydrated and famished boy who eagerly consumed his fill. The slave then checked Anthonius’ naked body, as he had done to the very few survivors over the last decade, including the poor mites who had somehow lived through their nullification. He had never seen anyone escape the ordeal with so few marks for the boy seemed fine, at least physically, apart from the odd abrasion and his obvious cold. The slave cleansed the boy and tended the sores, finally wrapping him in a blanket. Anthonius rapidly fell asleep despite his apprehension of what his awakening would bring. Awful nightmares caused him to wake several times but not for long as his exhaustion quickly reasserted itself.

Anthonius was roused by the returning slave, who allowed the boy more water before subjecting him to three enemas. It seemed obvious to Anthonius that his Arab tormentor did not want any accidents from that part of the boy’s anatomy whilst he was torturing other parts. The slave then cleansed and perfumed Anthonius and had the boy turn slowly before him so that he could admire his work. The slave saw that the lad was almost back to his previous bodily perfection and reflected sadly that this state would not last for long and that the next time he tended to the boy’s body it would be covered in wounds from head to toe. The slave left, taking the blanket with him and the boy curled up again in the corner of his cell, but not for long as the obese Arab soon entered accompanied by the same two guards and a young naked black girl.

“Get up, whore,” the Arab commanded and Anthonius slowly rose to his feet, trying to conceal his genitals with his hands because of the girl’s presence. “No use hiding your privates, whore, because Impheli here will soon be playing with them,” the Arab continued. One of the guards unlocked the cell. “Come here” the Arab instructed and Anthonius reluctantly left the cell and approached the man who had promised him excruciating punishment, with his hands still strategically placed. The Arab nodded to the guards who grabbed the boy by the arms, causing his hands to reveal what they were trying to hide, and dragged him across the chamber to where a square metal frame, about two hands tall, was embedded in the floor. They threw him to his knees within the frame. “Lay face down and spreadeagle yourself” ordered the Arab. Anthonius obeyed and it was not just the cold of the ground that then caused goose pimples to erupt all over his body, for he observed that the floor underneath and the frame surrounding both bore clear scorch marks.

The guards used the pulley system to raise from nearby a similar, but unfixed, metal frame and manoeuvre it over where the nude splayed boy lay. There were leather restraints attached to each corner of this frame and Impheli stepped forward to attach them tightly to Anthonius, permitting the boy little room to move when the guards hauled him into the air by raising the frame further. The boy found himself uncomfortably suspended facedown squarely above the other frame at a distance about a head above the girl’s height, and saw that the Arab had sat in a chair at the side to eat some fruit and enjoy the entertainment. Impheli then went to the collection of cutters on one of the walls and, to Anthonius’ consternation, returned with a small but evil looking one. The girl stood under the naked and spreadeagled boy and opened the cutter around the base of his scrotum. Anthonius jumped slightly in shock and tried to move his genitals away from the encompassing coldness of the metal but his tight bondage prevented him. “No, please no,” he heard himself crying but Impheli and the three watching men just laughed. However, the screaming boy felt the blades withdrawn to be returned between the base of his balls and his cockring. Impheli cut the ring with a loud snap, prised it open to remove it and presented the gold ornament to the Arab. She did the same with the boy’s throat chain before restoring the cutter to its former position on the wall and collecting a short chain.

At first Anthonius wondered what this might be, but his own chains shook noisily when he saw Impheli prise apart the mouths of two serrated clamps attached to each end of hers. The boy knew that they would be applied somewhere to his body and again heard himself begging for mercy. The girl gave him none. Instead, she smirked, stood under his chest to rub one of his nipples between a finger and thumb and snapped one of the clamps to the erect tit, letting the other clamp fall. Anthonius screamed as the agony emanating from his chest reverberated throughout his body. Impheli waited patiently for the boy’s pain to subside before applying the loose clamp to his other nipple, causing him to scream and beg fruitlessly again amidst the loud clattering of his restraints.

Impheli paused to allow Anthonius to resettle before collecting another chain, this time much finer than the first and without clamps. She tied it to the boy’s dangling genitals, carefully and firmly wrapping it around and across the boy’s balls, separating each testicle and leaving a length hanging underneath, before gathering a round metal ball with attached hook from the wall. Anthonius’ chains rattled when the suspended boy recognised where this was to be placed but he had managed to compose himself a little and remained otherwise silent. The girl hung the heavy weight from the trailing piece of chain and let go. The silence was immediately broken by a shriek as Anthonius’ genitals were stretched almost to tearing, and some vomit spewed from his mouth. Impheli’s laughter, and that of the Arab and the guards, increased the noise.

Impheli had acquired with practice the sadistic skill of recognising the right moment to move on to the next torment, and so now allowed Anthonius to hang for a while until the painful sensations searing through him began to dull. She then increased them again at the appropriate times by adding extra weights to both the nipple clamps and genital chain until the maximum on both had been reached. By this time, Anthonius had been suspended for almost an hour and the discomfort to his arms and legs, caused by his unnatural position and the restraints that held him there, was becoming intense, adding to his woes. Impheli realised this but not only did she not care, she was happy to increase the boy’s suffering even more.

Anthonius had seen that the guards had lit a couple of the braziers earlier but his agonies had prevented him from considering the implications of this until they were dragged towards him. To the boy’s horror, Impheli and the guards started to transfer the hot coals from the braziers to the inside of the metal frame embedded in the ground beneath him and soon had it filled. Anthonius emptied his bladder onto some of the coals as he was then lowered towards them. His decent was stopped about half way, when the weights attached to his chest and loins hung just above the glow. Anthonius felt the strong heat and began to sweat profusely, fearing that he might burn. However, the distance between the boy and the coals had been judged perfectly by Impheli to cause great discomfort but no worse. Instead, the weights would roast and the heat would conduct upwards through the chains attached to them and Anthonius’ whimpering intensified when he realised this.

The alloy from which the weights and chains had been made had been carefully selected for its slow but clearly vivid conductivity. They noticeably changed colour from light to dark grey as the heat spread so the petrified Anthonius could actually see it rise gradually towards him. He therefore decided to try to reduce their temperature by moving them away from the coals. The only way that he could do this was by swaying his body so that the weights swung as well. His restraints prevented his body from shifting too much but he managed to start the weights moving at the cost of an acute heightening of the aches to his chest and loins. However, after about a third of an hour suspended over the coals, painful seizures to his arm and leg muscles eventually forced this movement to a halt. After another third of an hour, the heavily perspiring and now immobile boy could see that the heat was not far from either his very sore nipples or cock and started pleading again. He closed his eyes when he felt its first fiery touch and began to howl as his nipples seemed to explode in suffering. Then, surprisingly, the pain lessened, the stretching in his groin ceased and he heard loud chortling. He reopened his eyes to observe that the clamps had been removed from his chest and the loose chain hanging from his loins had been severed, with Impheli in the process of cutting the remainder off his sore genitals. The last agony he had experienced was the blood rushing back into his nipples.

The frame from which Anthonius was suspended was swung away from the coals, and lowered to the floor and the boy was realeased from the shackles. The guards lifted the distraught lad onto his feet and allowed him a little time to recover before dragging him over to another part of the chamber where a metal plate with long razor sharp needles had been placed on the floor. The guards forced Anthonius into a squatting position over the wicked needles and chained his feet wide apart to two metal rings embedded in the ground just in front and his arms behind to two more just on the other side. The intent was clear for Anthonius’ position was such that he would be forced to sit on the needles once his thigh and arm muscles became exhausted. It was also clear that the needles would rip his bottom to shreds.

Anthonius found himself begging the now re-seated but still eating Arab “Please have mercy, master, I’ll do anything!” The Arab stood up, approached and knelt in front of the squatting boy and sneered “Anything, whore?” whilst beginning to fondle the lad’s cock with the index finger of his right hand, on which the boy noticed a large gold ring, designed in the form of intertwined snakes. “Yes, master, anything” replied Anthonius as he realised that his arms, in particular, could take the strain lonely a little longer. The Arab responded, whilst masturbating the boy to full erection, “Will you swear by your gods that you will make your orifices available for me morning, noon and night every day for ever, whore?” Anthonius quickly said “Yes, master, yes, but first please mercy!” The Arab stood again and retorted “You’re too late, whore, you had your chance” before sitting again and picking up another fruit. Anthonius’ arms began to vibrate. He screamed “Please, master, mercy please,” but the Arab was right, the boy was too late. His arm muscles gave way and he sat. However, the grief expected from the needles as the boy’s bum hit the ground did not materialise. Anthonius saw instead that the plate had been quietly moved to one side by Impheli, presumably when he had been distracted by the Arab, who now declared sardonically “But I’ll keep my options open for now!”

Anthonius was again unchained by the guards and allowed to recover for a bit before being led to what looked like a large phallus embedded in the floor and covered in grease. The boy’s hands were tied behind his back and a heavy metal collar, with four integral equally spaced rings around its external circumference, was securely bolted around the his neck. Anthonius was again forced into a squatting position, this time with the tip of the phallus resting against his sphincter. Four heavy weights rested on the ground facing each of the collar’s rings. The weights were linked by strong cords, through pulleys suspended from the roof, back down to metal rings fixed to the floor. Whilst the guards continued to hold Anthonius in place, Impheli untied one of the cords from its ring on the floor, pulled upwards to lift its weight high into the air and retied the end to the respective ring on the boy’s collar. He then repeated the action with the other cords.

“Have fun, whore” said the Arab as the guards released their hold on Anthonius, who squealed as he was immediately pulled further onto the phallus by the sudden downward pressure imposed on his neck and body by the four weights. The boy tried to lift himself off but found that he only had enough strength to maintain his current posture and, as with the needles, he realised that he could not do this for long. He also realised that this time the torture was not a tease and that only his thigh muscles prevented him from impaling himself, but the strain on them was slowly increasing. As Anthonius recognised that he would soon succumb to the pressures, and that pleading for release would fall on deaf ears, he began to worry about what affect the phallus would have on him. It would be by far the biggest thing to enter him. It was about two hands long and the small rounded tip quickly expanded to a width of about four fingers. Its invasion into his innards would entail immense pain and cause damage, but he was unsure how severe or permanent. He silently begged his gods for pity instead of the Arab, who was watching with a broad grin on his face, and quietly began to sob as he recognised that his thighs were about to give. Impheli sent him on him way by applying just one more heavy weight to the cord behind the boy’s back.

Anthonius decent onto the cruel phallus was as swift as it was terrible. The boy thought that he was being split in two and his screams were long and shrill, lasting well beyond the time his severely stretched and bleeding buttocks struck the ground. It felt that the phallus had reached inside his stomach and he looked down, between shrieks, expecting to see it emerge from his navel. However, the phallus had actually been chosen carefully and well by the silent slave, based on his expert appraisal of Anthonius’ form. It would fill and stretch the boy’s rectum to a maximum without causing irreversible harm. The four watchers snorted loudly and then left to allow the boy to enjoy his impalement whilst they enjoyed their meals.

After a couple of hours, the silent slave arrived to release a still crying Anthonius from his collar and bondage and carefully lift him off the phallus, leaving a pool of blood behind. The boy was gently placed face-up on one of the tables with his knees folded over stirrups attached to posts at the table’s side, in the manner usual for an enema. Anthonius’ poor damaged hole was fully exposed and the slave cautiously began to clean the bloody and gaping orifice to occasional yelps from the prone boy. He finished by delicately applying a greasy salve to the defiled rectum with his fingers and, for the most remote insides, a long quill. He cleaned both fingers and quill on the boy’s genitals. Before he left, he told Anthonius not to move from the table. He need not have bothered because the boy was in too much pain to contemplate doing so.

The Arab returned with his companions an hour later. Impheli proceeded to tie Anthonius’ hands to the top corners of the table and his knees and ankles to the side posts, retaining him in the same posture but roughly and without any consideration for the boy’s distress. She then collected one of the sacks that hung from the wall and emptied its contents on Anthonius’ chest. The boy screamed in shock as he saw the head of a large green snake with yellow eyes rear above his own face. A black forked tongue emerged from the creature’s mouth when it hissed at him, but then the snake seemed to detect something and began to slither its cold slimy form the other way and slowly down the boy’s naked quivering body. Its head eventually reached and lingered at Anthonius’ groin and the boy suddenly felt the slimy tongue licking his soft cock and balls. It was then that he realised that the greasy substance that the slave had applied was not healing salve but snake food. He also realised where the creature would be heading once it had finished with his genitals. Anthonius’ sobbing restarted and the word “No” quietly emerged from his lips a number of times but addressed to no-one in particular. The boy did not notice that his cock had become hard from its caressing by the black tongue until he felt his climax begin and splashes of semen fall on his body to cheers from the observers.

It was shortly after his unwanted orgasm that the snake started to make its way towards Anthonius’ open and hurting rectum. The boy first felt its tongue licking the entrance before venturing inside but he did not begin to yell until he felt its head enter. The snake advanced inside Anthonius very slowly and deliberately, not wanting to miss out on any of its favourite sustenance, and the boy could feel every slimy move of the creature along his sore anus until eventually he realised that it had reached his prostrate. Impheli realised this too from the resultant automatic re-hardening of Anthonius’ penis. This was the signal that she had been waiting for and she quickly pulled the snake by its tail out of the screeching boy and threw it back into its sack, which she replaced on the wall.

Anthonius was untied by the guards and dragged to the rack. The boy was soon fully and painfully drawn out, his chin held upwards and the shape of his ribcage fully revealed. His agonised shouts were stifled by application of a gag. The wheel of the rack was turned a further notch. Anthonius’ body shuddered in pain. The wheel was turned another notch and the boy again felt that he was being split in two. The wheel was turned yet another notch and the lad thought that his limbs were about to tear away from his body, and they would certainly have begun to do so if the wheel had moved any further. However, Impheli again recognised that the point of no return between maximum distress and permanent damage had been reached and stopped. She left Anthonius to enjoy the sensations flowing through him for a while before rubbing one of the boy’s raw nipples upright to muffled groans. A petrified Anthonius then observed her produce a long thin very sharp needle, glistening with fluid, which she held against the raised tit, pausing to allow the implications to sink into the boy’s befuddled mind before ramming it through with neat precision. The lad’s body shuddered despite his racking, and a stifled howl could be heard. Impheli produced a similar reaction from Anthonius when she repeated the exercise with the other papilla and, once the needles had been withdrawn, narrow strands of blood ran from both lesions down the boy’s side onto the table. Anthonius then felt a needle on his genitals, where his cock joined his upper scrotum. This piercing created two lines of blood running either side of the ball sac before joining to course down the boy’s bumcrack.

Impheli now collected the short-handled branding iron that, unknown to Anthonius, had been reddening within the coals of his first torture. Impheli presented it before the boy’s terrified eyes to allow him to appreciate what it was and what it portrayed, the circle of entwined snakes he had seen on the Arab’s ring. The boy could not even attempt to struggle in his stretched state and obeyed the Arab when he heard him say “I’d breath in deeply and keep your belly very still if I was you, whore, or the iron might penetrate your flesh and fire your innards.” Anthonius fainted when Impheli carefully centred the circular brand round the boy’s navel and firmly lowered it onto his skin.

When Anthonius wakened, he found that he had been chained spreadeagled and upright to a bondage frame and detected the unmistakable smell of burnt meat. The pains in his chest and groin were intense but nothing compared to that on his stomach. He looked down and saw the tiny bloody holes created either side of each nipple and at the top of his genitals, with stings of dried blood running from them. He also saw the distinctive brand encasing his belly button. “Well, whore, you’ll be disappointed to know that we’re all tired and can therefore only entertain you with one last punishment” teased the Arab, holding a whip in his right hand. It was relatively short but comprised eight knotted cords of hardened leather. The Arab walked to Anthonius’ rear and the boy would probably have started pleading for mercy again if he his gag had not been still in place. Only the boy’s buttocks had been beaten previously and he hoped that perhaps this assault would be confined there, but he was quickly disillusioned when the first lash struck him across his upper back, creating eight bright red stripes. The Arab progressed with the flagellation slowly and methodically. He wanted Anthonius to relish every blow and he wanted to spare no part of the boy’s body. After the upper back had received several strikes from both the left and right, the man moved to the middle back, then to the lower back and on to the lad’s bum and rear legs. Many times the blows curled round the sides of the boy’s body to leave their pernicious marks there. The Arab then transferred to Anthonius’ front and gradually moved the flogging down from the boy’s upper chest to his feet, although he avoided the lad’s genitals for now. Anthonius writhed in agony within the constraints of his tight bondage and continually moaned into his gag, his tear-stained face a picture of torment. His contortions and muffled outcries reached their maximum when the barbarous cords hit his brutalised nipples and scorched navel.

The Arab returned to Anthonius’ rear to inflict further damage but this time, instead of hitting across, he struck downwards so that the stripes decorating the boy’s splayed body criss-crossed. These stripes were now a mixture of colours, some scarlet, some purple, others brown and a couple green. Blood flowed from a few cuts where the lashing had been particularly severe but the change in the angle of attack produced much more, especially where the horizontal and vertical stripes intersected. The Arab had ordered the guards to throw pails of water at Anthonius on several occasions when the boy had seemed not to be fully appreciating his thrashing. He had to do so again after he had aimed a few blows right along Anthonius’ bumcrack, hitting the exposed and damaged anal entrance with perfection, and causing the boy to faint again. The Arab introduced the criss-crossing pattern to Anthonius’ front before concluding that, if he continued any longer, he would begin to scar the boy for life and he had already decided against this. The lad’s final penance would require his body to be in good shape but it would scar him for life in a manner far worse than the whip could achieve. The Arab therefore contented himself by finishing with several blows that would ultimately return Anthonius to unconsciousness. He nodded to Impheli who knelt and took the boy’s cock into her mouth. It took only a little sucking to entice the thing to unsoften. Impheli then moved away. The Arab said “Thank you, boy,” before creating first eight and then sixteen vivid marks across the top of Anthonius’ excited member. A couple of upward blows onto the boy’s balls finished the Arab’s work.

Anthonius was again reawakened to see Impheli agonisingly attach two small metal rings to his bloodied nipple piercings and another cockring through that of his scrotum, snapping the flanged ends together under his flesh in all three cases. The Arab again said “Thank you, boy” and, despite his traumatised state and mind tortured with pain, Anthonius was temporarily stunned by the use of the word ‘boy’. The Arab recognised, amidst his obvious suffering, the boy’s sudden puzzlement and decided to relieve him of at least the latter. “Didn’t I tell you, whore, that Impheli here also showed the ingenuity to pass the first seven tests but, in his case, I managed to judge the size of his full erection perfectly and, unlike most others, he did not then bleed to death. The blood quickly congealed so I let him live. His pubic hair hides the scars of his total emasculation well, don’t you think. I find him useful. He likes to help me with my little pleasures and you, especially, will know how well he does so. I also regularly enjoy his mouth and bum. I don’t remember his real name but I call him Impheli because that means ‘anguish’ in his language and is, I think, suitable for him in many ways. Now, we must leave you, whore. I’m sorry that I’m too tired to play any more.”

(To be continued in Chapter 14)