The Lycian Prince 49

Anthonius, in his boy brothel exile, was ignorant of what had happened to his mother, sister and friends. Two weeks had now passed since his arrival and the new catamite had serviced over seventy clients, some more than once despite the exorbitant cost of his hire. It was now time for the second auction for his boyish favours. This time, Anthonius did not hesitate to dance in the packed entertainment hall, even though Casperius and Lysus were again present, with Prodicus sat on the latter’s knee. The former Imperial boy companion’s time over another fortnight was quickly sold although, with his novelty lessening with usage, prices were not as high as at the original auction.

The second two weeks passed in the same manner as the first. Customers of all ages continued to exhibit a wide variety of tastes, some very sadistic and painful, all very humiliating. The sessions on the waterwheel continued, as did the acts of degradations for Prodicus and the other catamites, including the gradual continuance of Anthonius’ initiation whereby all the other prostitutes were to enjoy both the new boy’s anal and oral orifices. Anthonius’ days became an opprobrious blur interspersed by, at most, six hours sleep. However, his own youthful vitality and bravery, significantly assisted by the infusion of strong herbal stimulants, somehow kept him going despite the intensifying despair at his plight that generally caused him to cry himself daily to eventual exhausted sleep. More importantly, for his patrons, the boy’s body revealed a propensity for speedy recovery, with his rectum miraculously remaining very tight, despite the many invasions, and his libido sustaining its intensity.

After Anthonius had spent his first month in the brothel, it was evident to the proprietor that the boy’s attractions had declined sufficiently to permit him to dance naked in the main entertainment hall, before the third auction of his services, in order to stimulate interest. News of the event was accordingly spread around the usual circles and Anthonius was forced to be a walking advertisement again. Once more, the boy was paraded around the streets of Rome, with some young newcomers to the world of boy prostitution, and with servants displaying boards declaring ‘House Of Ganymede announces Anthonius……former Lycian Prince and Imperial Boy Companion……dances naked tonight for your delight……available later to satisfy all tastes……Other new fresh boys also available.’

The idea worked for the hall was again packed as Anthonius displayed his well-honed erotic dancing skills. There was a huge cheer when the boy eventually unravelled the tie on the cord of his thong to allow the minuscule cover to fall to the floor and the confinement of his erection to be ended. His smooth penis was pointing upwards to his navel and drooling precum when the public performance finally finished. The subsequent auction produced prices that were virtually unchanged from the last sale. However, after another two weeks, it was decided to cash in on the value of his hire for the punishment overdue from the first day when he had hit Prodicus, with the action scheduled to take place on the stage in the main entertainment hall to maximise custom. This time, as the boy was paraded along the capital city’s narrow gloomy plebeian thoroughfares, the boards read ‘House Of Ganymede announces Anthonius……former Lycian Prince and Imperial Boy Companion……punished severely tonight for your delight……Other new fresh boys also available to satisfy all tastes.’

A deeply apprehensive Anthonius re-performed his stripdance and stood nude whilst the pleasures of hurting him were auctioned to the highest bidders. First to be sold was the infliction of the nipple clamps with various weights. Second was the attachment of the ball stretcher, also with weights. Third was the insertion of a large anal dildo. Fourth, fifth and sixth were beatings by paddle, cane and whip, with the latter raising the highest price. Lysus bought the privilege. Throughout the auction, the boy’s erection became humiliatingly more and more pronounced so that, when he was tied spreadeagled between the two posts that had been set up for the purpose on the stage, the lad’s cock was again vertical and awash with precum.

The gagged Anthonius was already in a bad state when Lysus came onto the stage. The boy’s bloodless nipples were severely extended by the weighted clamps, his ball sac stretched almost to tearing and his whole body, front and back, displayed various shades of red and darker hues and a number of bloodied stripes. However, he still also exhibited a full hard-on. Lysus was given a vicious six-stranded whip and took up position behind his much younger half-brother. The man whispered in the boy’s ear “I’ve been practising on Prodicus for this so that I won’t tire too easily as I did once in the palace torture chamber.” Lysus’ blew gingerly down Anthonius’ aural orifice after he said these words and the boy came close to shameful orgasm as a result. The recently nominated new King of Lycia, secretly hiding his own erection, then landed the first two blows from the evil implement across Anthonius’ already ravaged back, followed by other strikes across the boy’s buttocks and rear legs.

Lysus moved to the front of his agonised and sobbing half-brother and whipped the boy across the chest, stomach and front legs before attacking his loins. Anthoius’ convulsed as the leather cords hit his hard cock and sperm spurted upwards onto his body, with some spilling onto the floor, to accompanying loud laughter from all around. The choragus now had to intervene for the boy had had enough, especially as he was to be returned to the palace in another two weeks. Lysus smiled at Anthonius before returning the whip and leaving the stage to fondle Prodicus with increased vigour. Anthonius was released and carried off for treatment by two servants to resounding cheers.

Anthounius was kept alone on a bed in small room for a week whilst he recovered from his injuries before being returned to duty with individual patrons for five days. The boy’s body still displayed many of the nasty stripes created by his beatings but that suited certain clients, who were, however, forbidden from adding to them as the lad had to be in reasonable shape for his last two nights as a prostitute. He was to be the star attraction at a couple of outside orgies, by which time the symbols of his brutal chastisement had virtually disappeared.

As well as being returned to duty and the main boy prostitute quarters, Anthonius was also reintroduced to the waterwheel. On his first morning back, whilst he was turning the contraption under the supervision of a younger catamite, Prodicus entered the water cellar. The young overseer immediately left. “I’ve been trying to speak to you for ages,” declared the 16 years old, “but I’ve got to be careful because I’m not sure that I can trust many of the others not to inform on me. However, I know that I can have faith in the boy who’s just left as, how can I say this, we’ve been rather close over the past couple of years.” Prodicus then insisted that he took over the operation of the waterwheel from Anthonius, suggesting “You have a rest as you deserve it I’m used to the wheel as I’ve spent many hours down here over the years!”

Anthonius did not argue and sat nearby, hunched up for warmth as he was naked and the cellar was cool. “I’m sorry,” continued Prodicus as he turned the wheel, “for my recent treatment of you but I’ve had no choice.” “I realised that you had good reason,” Anthonius replied; “would you care to tell me what it was?” Prodicus obliged. Anthonius, who had never been known to utter a profanity, simply responded “Bastard!”

Prodicus’ extra age, physique and experience enabled him to work the wheel more efficiently than his younger friend and eventually there was as much water coming down the shaft as going up it. “Tank’s full,” Prodicus declared, “so I can stop.” As the 16 years old emerged from the contraption, he noticed that Anthonius was both shivering and sobbing. Prodicus sat to snuggle up to his friend, placing an arm over his shoulders, and asked soothingly “What’s wrong?” “I can’t carry on,” replied the 14 years old, “I want to die!” Anthonius’ tears became more fulsome, as did his friend’s grip and balmy words. The embrace soon became mutual and eventually neither could resist the other’s lips. The lingering kiss led to an intimate exploration of each other’s bodies and finally they fully consummated their friendship, their passion making them oblivious to the cold and damp of the cellar floor. Anthonius’ despair lessened in proportion to the amount of semen that was drained from him and Prodicus was delighted to see that he was leaving his new lover in a much more chirpy state than when he had arrived.

Unfortunately, such bliss was short-lived as Anthonius’ normal routine was restored for the next four days until the penultimate day of his stay in the brothel arrived. After his sleep of 5½ hours, Anthonius was prepared as normal, with face made up, nipples gilded, body oiled and attired in the customary thong. However, instead of proceeding to one of the private entertainment chambers at the 7th hour of the afternoon, the boy, hands shackled behind his back and lead attached to his neck, was escorted by the leather strap now attached to his throat by the usual servant out of the brothel. He was led through the still-busy streets, to the customary accompaniment of gawking looks and lewd comments from many of the passers-by of both sexes and all ages, to emerge eventually in the quieter and much more spacious and pleasant tree-lined boulevards of the patrician quarter.

The servant took Anthonius to a splendid villa, at the gate of which a black slave awaited their arrival. The slave assumed custody of the catamite from the servant, who returned to the brothel, and gently pulled the boy by the lead along the wide path through the magnificent gardens to a side doorway, the main entrance not being for use by such as them. The duo proceeded down several ornate corridors to a large circular chamber prepared for a banquet but currently empty. Twelve couches and tables surrounded a central entertainment area, in the middle of which Anthonius was stood. The slave released the catamite from his bondage and went to collect a damp perfumed cloth. He used this to wipe the prostitute’s feet, and any other part of the young anatomy that had become soiled because of the walk through Rome, before finally assuring himself that the whore’s grooming had been restored to perfection.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged patrician host and eleven similarly aged guests, two of whom were women, arrived. Anthonius recognised none of them and was never to know who they were. In fact, the group consisted of rich friends who regularly dined at each other’s villas and who tried to upstage each other in terms of food and entertainment. The host tonight thought that playing with one of the Emperor’s boy companions, a former prince, would be nicely different as well as fun. The group was accompanied by a small retinue of servants and a flautist. Anthonius blushed as the host and guests walked round the near-nude hired entertainer, discussing his attributes.

The host and guests eventually took their couches and, as the servants began to deliver the wine and the first of the many food courses, the tones of the flute began and Anthonius started to dance. It was to be the boy’s longest dance session to date as he continued his melodic and erotic gyrations through eight courses, the last four naked and sporting a full erection. The women laughed and showed particular appreciation at the sight when the latter was revealed, so much so that, when the performance finally finished, they beckoned the boy to them so that they could manually examine the display. Anthonius just managed to prevent himself from climaxing during the intimate ministrations.

Whilst Anthonius was being fondled by the women, two servants brought in a wooden horse, similar to the one in the palace on which the boy had been caned on several occasions, as well as sodomised by the young Prince and his friends. Anthonius was to discover that it was to be used for the latter purpose tonight as he was bound over it and each male guest took it in turn to bugger him. The host, lifting his rich toga and lowering his under-garment, led the charge of penises into the boy’s rectum that took almost two hours to accomplish. Meanwhile, the flute continued to play sweetly and those not occupied with Anthonius’ anus chatted about many nefarious topics.

When the red-faced Anthonius was eventually released from his bondage, with his limbs and penis both stiff, and with semen dribbling out of his ravaged rear down his inside legs, his mouth was now required to provide entertainment. He had become accustomed to servicing cock but was disgusted to discover that his tasks now included licking and sucking the women’s vaginas, and was almost sick as a result. However, the boy finally succeeded in satisfying all twelve reclining diners, leaving him with as much sperm running down his chin as his legs.

Anthonius had remained hard throughout his hours of sexual duty and the host ordered him to relieve himself. The blushing boy therefore had to masturbate in front of him and his guests, as well as the servants present, before licking the resultant mess up from the marble floor. Anthonius, now with flaccid cock, restarted his dancing soon afterwards whilst the patricians chatted again over more wine. The boy was close to exhaustion when the banquet concluded two hours later and he was taken to the host’s bed, where he was to spend the night in order to give real value for the huge fee the man had had to pay for his hire. The catamite was collected by the brothel servant mid-morning to be returned to the ‘House of Ganymede’ to rest and prepare for the next orgy that would conclude his spell as a public whore.

(To be continued in Chapter 50 – ‘Incest’)