The Lycian Prince 23

(March 291 A.D.)

Anthonius had spent the first anniversary of his arrival in Rome recuperating from his recent and severe strapping. Lysus had happily assumed the arrangements for the dinners of Diocletian’s son and thought it a nice touch to organise the next one to coincide with the first anniversary of his half-brother’s initiation as a boy companion. Niachiarus had already reported, via Casperius, that the body of the 14 years old former Lycian Prince was fully recovered and now ripe for the attentions of the 11 years old Roman royal. Coincidentally, Sura was to make his first appearance in the boy harem on the same day as the dinner. Casperius was pleased to observe that the new boy eunuch’s sublime bum, adorned exquisitely with its two small black eagles, did not retain its virginity for long once the Emperor had seen it. Sura’s body was to pleasure the father at the same time as Anthonius’ entertained the son.

Anthonius was standing in place, to the right of the Prince’s couch and dressed in the usual tunic and loincloth, waiting for the 11 years old and his eleven similarly aged friends to enter. When they did, all surveyed Anthonius up and down with clear contempt, despite the fact that the lad was at the peak of boyhood beauty and perfection. Their eyes also revealed eager anticipation. Once the group had reclined on their couches, adult slaves started to serve them drinks and the first course of food. The Prince’s cup was placed in Anthonius’ hands so that the boy companion could present it to his Imperial master for the evening whenever required. However, Anthonius almost spilled the contents when he saw one of the slaves bring in, and lay on the Prince’s low table, the heavy leather strap that had hurt him so much over a month previously.

A rather good conjurer provided the initial entertainment, followed by a troupe of twelve girl acrobats and dancers, all aged about twelve, attired only in skimpy green thongs and deliberately selected by Lysus to add to his half brother’s humiliations, for Anthonius was to be the third act. Throughout these diversions, preliminary to the final highlight, Anthonius recognised that the Prince and friends were frequently glancing at him, some showing impatience but all with equally obvious signs of exhilarating expectation. The boy himself could not stop glimpsing at the leather strap, shivering at recognition of what its presence meant.

At the end of their performance, about two and a half hours into the dinner, the girls did not leave the Prince’s entertainment chamber but instead each stood behind one of the twelve couches surrounding the entertainment dais. The Prince turned to look at Anthonius and said with a smirk “Now your turn, bed boy. Give your cup to the girl behind me and step onto the stage!” Anthonius reluctantly obeyed. The Prince addressed the unhappy boy “Well, bed boy, you’ve been naughty again and your major domo has been unable to correct your misbehaviour, despite generously spending much time and effort in a kind attempt to do so. He has asked me to try. I was of course reluctant to bother again with such a sluttish nonentity as you but I have been persuaded as I don’t want you to cause my father any more embarrassment. I am advised that you are still due twenty stokes of the strap for causing nuisance at one of my father’s recent banquets and are due further correction for your annoying shout whilst that brat from Sicilia was being gelded. I won’t have the energy to conduct the full beating with the strap myself but I’m sure that my friends here will not mind helping, and that will give me time to consider what would be most appropriate for your other punishment.”

The Prince then asked his friends “Right, who wants to strip him?” Eleven hands shot into the air to accompanying loud pleas. The Prince nominated two for the removal of the tunic telling them “Cut it off with your knives. He won’t be wanting to wear it later.” They quickly cut off the waist cord with their dinner knives before clumsily, but eventually successfully, shredding the sides of Anthonius’ tunic, revealing some of the splendour underneath as the front and back of the apparel began to part. They eagerly began to slice through the cloth on the shoulders before giving in to impatience and finishing their task by grabbing the bottom of the cloth to rip it off. The ruined garment fell to the floor. There were chortles all round as Anthonius’ body, with its nipple rings and brandmarks, was exposed to view with just the small loincloth as cover, and everyone knew that that would not be there for long.

Another two boys were chosen to remove the rear then the front loincloth flaps leaving Anthonius in just his sparse thong-like undercloth. There were giggles from the boy and girl spectators when they saw the unmistakable outline indicating that the wearer was aroused. One last boy was selected for the concluding part of this pleasurable opening to the third act, to the initial disappointment of the six who had not participated in Anthonius’ denudement until they were assuaged by a promise from the Prince that there would be other tasks for them to do. The delighted and gloating boy pulled on the bow of the undercloth’s waistcord and allowed the tiny cover to fall onto the dais. Anthonius’ excited genitals, with their gold casing, popped into sight to happy laughter from the watchers and a comment of “Dirty whore” from the Prince.

“Well, bed boy,” the Prince now continued, “We’ll first give you the twenty strokes of the strap that are overdue. Then we’ll test how much discipline we’ve managed to instil before finally deciding the nature of your other punishment. Let me see, how many are we? Twelve! I’ll therefore deliver the first nine blows, leaving my friends one each. Usual rules apply. Stand still, count and thank me for trying again to improve your attitude, but I suspect that I’m wasting my time. I think that my father should dispense with you, perhaps by sending you to the quarries of Lucania where I’m sure you’d learn self-control very quickly. I think that I’ll suggest it to him. I hear life there is very hard but mercifully usually very short. However, that’s for the future. Let’s concentrate on the present. Turn round and bend over, legs apart, hands on shins and bum nice and high, for I think I’ll concentrate my nine strokes there.”

Anthonius carried out the order and he could see, from the upside down perspective through his legs, the Prince pick up the strap and advance to take up position behind him. The 11 years old took several practice swings as he was again determined to impress his 14 years old victim with the ferocity and accuracy of his strikes. He then teased Anthonius by rubbing his hands over the boy’s smooth light pink buttocks and said to his sniggering friends “They’re nice and cool at the moment. Let’s see how hot we can make them!” Anthonius tensed himself when he saw that the Prince was ready and soon heard the swish of the strap as the first blow headed for his defenceless posterior. Anthonius yelped in pain as yet again angry red stripes and tiny round wheals appeared on his backside, but he stayed in position and said “One, thank you Highness.” In fact, Anthonius managed to stay in place and remember his lines throughout the Prince’s wickedly concentrated attack on his bumcheeks. To the Prince’s disappointment, the older boy’s first sad experience with the evil implement had apparently prepared him well for the second, although it could not stop his screams and tears or his raging erection becoming even harder.

The Prince slowly fulfilled his quota, making sure that Anthonius fully appreciated each blow but unable to make the agonised boy move or forget the verbal response. The Prince realised that paying attention exclusively to Anthonius’ bottom had perhaps been a mistake but his friends could now correct this. He handed the strap to one of them with the order “Forget his bum for now, I want the rest of him nice and red.” The boy told Anthonius to stand, legs together and hands on head and experimented with his own swing whilst his order was obeyed. Fortunately for Anthonius, the Prince’s friends could not match the Imperial youngster’s aptitude in applying the strap, let alone Casperius’, and Anthonius did not falter even when his nipples were hit. However, under the Prince’s pre-planned directions, the most delicate part of Anthonius’ anatomy was to be the target of the last two strikes. The first landed heavily across the top of the erection. Anthonius somehow managed to stay put but, when his posture was changed so that his legs were wide apart and it was obvious where the twentieth blow would land, the boy knew that he would be unable to prevent his hands going to the relief of his assaulted balls. Anthonius closed his tear-stained eyes when the eleventh of the guests placed the end of the strap on the floor under him, and the naked hurting 14 years old waited for the uppercut that would surely break him, but for once the boy was lucky. The last 11 years old completely fumbled his swing and the strap missed Anthonius’ dangling balls. The end instead struck the underside of Anthonius’ rigid cock. Anthonius again somehow remained still and croaked “Twenty, thank you sir.” The Prince was not amused that the strapping was coming to an unexpected premature halt but contented himself with the fact that Anthonius was due further chastisement, which could include more strokes if it suited the young Imperial whim.

The Prince stood again and walked onto the dais. He circled the quietly sobbing 14 years old to inspect the damage. He was not displeased. Anthonius’ face was covered in tears whilst his whole body, from upper chest to lower legs, was bright red and a few of the wheals had burst producing droplets of blood. The older boy’s bum had suffered most, being a much deeper shade of red and a lot bloodier, and his hard penis was a nice scarlet colour. The Prince returned to the couch to say to the sad child “Well, bed boy, you showed a little better discipline during this well-deserved overdue thrashing than you did last time. Perhaps there may yet be some hope for you and I’ll now test this possibility out. Turn round to face me but leave your hands on your head and keep your legs wide apart.” Anthonius turned round and as he did so he noticed that the watching group of twelve boys, and the twelve girls behind them, were all grinning broadly. The Prince nodded to one of the girls and pointed to one of the boys who had not participated in Anthonius’ disrobing. The girl produced, from the floor at the back of the couch behind which she was standing, a small light cloth bag with a string attachment and gave it to the boy. “Tie it to the base of bed boy’s dick” ordered the Prince and the 11 years old was more than happy to obey.

Anthonius felt the tingling as soon as the boy had left the bag dangling by the short string from the base of his erection. “A Nubian idea,” said the Prince nonchalantly, “the bag contains some bees which are very agitated by their confinement. This is the test. Prevent your dick from making that horrible white mess again by the time we finish our last food course and I’ll know that your discipline has indeed improved and that you will only need one slap across your bottom from each of my friends here as your second punishment. Disgrace yourself again and I’m afraid that it will be two slaps, plus one from each of the girls, and I’ll finish off with another twenty strokes with the strap. The tears in Anthonius’ eyes became fuller. He knew that, despite his fear of further punishment, his penis would not be able to resist the pleasurable feelings being gradually introduced down its full length by the vibrating string.

The Prince nodded to a slave and the dishes containing the last course were brought in. The Prince and his 11 years old guests proceeded to eat their food with a distinct lack of haste, unusual in boys so young, whilst amusing themselves by observing the 14 years old desperately trying to repel encroaching orgasm. The course was half-complete when the Prince decided to provide Anthonius with some helpful encouragement. A nod sent another girl scurrying to the intensely aroused Anthonius. She knelt behind the nude boy and began to lick the whole length of his bumcrack before gently prising it apart and placing her tongue on his opening, tenderly moving inside. The first copious spurt of semen occurred less than half a minute later.

(To be continued in Chapter 24 – Milking)