The Lycian Prince 57

(September 291 A.D. – 6 months until Anthonius’ nullification [?])

Ebana was as good as his word in requiring Anthonius’ dancing and carnal services most nights until Lycia was reached. At first, the boy found it painful to walk let alone perform his highly erotic evening routine on the stern platform because his bum ached constantly as a consequence of the frequent attentions of the King’s massive cock. He also found eating and drinking distressing as a result of a sore mouth and throat gained by trying to accommodate orally the throbbing black monster.

The Nubian’s appetite for sex with his new young white plaything seemed insatiable and Anthonius accrued little sleep whilst in his bed. Fortunately, the youthful eunuch charged with his welfare recognised this and allowed the former Prince some time to sleep after emerging exhausted and agonised from the monarch’s cabin just after dawn each morning. The boy would also be permitted some rest after the afternoon lessons in the Nubian language and Priapic ritual as he had to be fit to satisfy the man’s voracious lusts again.

The two galleys voyaged from Pylos to Lycia via Cydonia in Creta, where Lysus reciprocated Ebana’s hospitality by inviting the Nubian King to the Lycian vessel for dinner. It was a rare night off for Anthonius for 16 years old Prodicus provided the entertainment. Prodicus was required to stripdance from a skimpy loincloth in a similar manner to the 14 years old but, although he was erotically proficient, he was not as good as his friend, but then few were and the new royal page appreciated this fact as much as anyone.

Ebana usually preferred boys a little younger but was always willing to accept an offer to taste fresh young white flesh, especially if it was as pretty as this offering. Prodicus, despite his years in the brothel, was deeply ashamed at cavorting naked in front of the guests, servants and deck crew, with his face made up, nipples gilded, body oiled and shaved genitals fully excited. However, the real downside of the evening was being required to service the Nubian King for a couple of hours in Lysus’ cabin. He too was to suffer for several days from distressed anal and oral orifices.

The journey from Pylos to Cydonia took 6 days and from the latter to the port of Patara in Lycia another 7 days, arriving mid-September. Anthonius’ oar comrades wondered why the boy started to sob quietly when the coastline of Lycia came into view through the porthole, not knowing that the country was the lad’s homeland.

Small fast boats had been on the lookout for the arrival of the new Lycian King’s galley and so a large delegation of the nation’s senior nobles and officials awaited Lysus on the port’s quayside, having swiftly made the trip from the inland capital of Xanthus. They boarded their new ruler’s ship in order of seniority in order to pay fealty and pledge loyalty, with the court chamberlain in particular also seeking to ascertain the monarch’s immediate requirements.

Having paid their respects to their new leader and having established his initial dictates, most left to return to Xanthus, only the most fawning remaining. The general consensus amongst those departing, shared only amongst those they trusted, was how obnoxious Lysus was, in stark contrast to his father and half-brother, and that the new King would probably turn out to be a cruel avaricious despot. Many would have been tempted to launch a coup if it was not for the fact that the new ruler was Diocletian’s nominee and there was the protective presence in Lycia of a strong Roman garrison. The commander of the latter, the real power in the land, had not bothered to greet the new monarch as the new arrival could go to him.

Lysus did not mention to anyone that Anthonius was on the accompanying Nubian ship as he wanted to surprise everyone with his half-brother’s sudden appearance, although the chamberlain suspected as he had been bemused by some of the new King’s commands.

Lysus’ triumphal procession to Xanthus was to take place the following day, so the new Lycian King and his Nubian counterpart slept on their respective galleys overnight. Anthonius was not required for dancing duty as Ebana accompanied Lysus to a dinner hosted by the worthies of Patara. However, the boy did not later escape the black monarch’s bed.

Dawn brought a scurry of activity on the wharf as the Lycian vessel was unloaded and Lysus’ parade, similar to the one in Rome, was assembled. Ebana and a few of his officials were to ride on their new white chargers with the Lycian King, on his black steed, at the front of the long cavalcade, a spot at the rear of which was reserved for Anthonius. The boy hoped that he could remain on board whilst the Nubian galley remained in Lycia, not wanting any of his people to see the degradation to which he had fallen. However, he also thought that this wish was unlikely to be granted as the occasion represented too good an opportunity for his half-brother to humiliate him further. His assumption was not only to be proved correct but also the whole experience was to be acutely tragic.

The youthful Nubian eunuch supervised Anthonius’ early morning ablutions as usual but did not require his charge to redress afterwards in his loincloth. Instead, he first highlighted the boy’s gorgeous sensuous eyes with dark blue mascara and his cheeks and lips with vivid rouge. Gold paint decorated the lad’s nipples and his whole body was lightly oiled. A leather cockstrap was then attached to the now deeply apprehensive boy’s genitals. A narrow strap ran round the base of the genitalia inside the gold cockring, making the smooth organs protrude even more from the groin. A smaller conjoined ring of leather wrapped round the base of the cock, ensuring that, even in a flaccid state, it would stick out horizontally. The purpose of the attachment was twofold. It highlighted the naked sexual organs which would also be continuously excited by the leather rubbing the skin as the wearer moved. The handling involved in fitting the ornamentation had already caused the penis to become embarrassingly hard, a state in which it was now to remain for many hours.

Anthonius’ alarm intensified when the eunuch produced a black dildo, which he proceeded to insert into the boy’s anus, inducing a flinch and yelp from the shamed lad. It was not so much the size that caused subsequent concern, as Anthonius had suffered far larger intrusions in his rectum, but the fact that it possessed a long tail, evidently part of one that used to belong to a horse. It seemed that the former Prince was to be displayed wearing very demeaning bodily adornments to add to his slavecollar, rings and brands. The boy was therefore not surprised when, after his hands had been rechained behind his back, another chain was attached to the collar, which he had worn since it was fitted in Diocletian’s palace, and he was led by it into the sunshine on deck, although he was disturbed when the escorting eunuch collected a short whip on the way.

The deck crew’s sight of Anthonius’ sublime glistening naked body caused many to find a quiet place to masturbate whilst the memory of the glorious vision remained fresh after the boy had disembarked. The deeply abashed former Prince saw that Lysus’ procession seemed ready to depart, just waiting for the final addition, with a large crowd gathered on the far side of the quay to watch the spectacle. The youthful eunuch led the 14 years old erect nude down the gangplank to step onto Lycian soil for the first time in 19 months, in very different circumstances from when he left. The deeply shamed boy, his predicament exacerbated by knowing his people’s prudery towards nudity, whispered a prayer to his gods as he felt the stone wharf under his feet.

The young Nubian eunuch attached Anthonius’ neck chain to another trailing from the procession’s last wagon, the boy’s positioning at the very rear of the parade, even behind the baggage, symbolising to all his base status. Lysus, sitting awkwardly on his black horse, thought the sight of his naked half-brother being led down the gangplank to be joined to the cavalcade highly amusing, being unable to prevent himself from chortling. Many of the children in the watching throng also chuckled and began to shout insults until they were stopped by the adults as recognition of who the nude was began to dawn and quiet shock started to prevail.

Most of the Lycian populace, who would line the roads between Patara and Xanthus in order to see their new King, did not find the sight of their former Prince being displayed in such a demeaning manner at all funny. Anthonius and his mother and father had been very popular and many were deeply saddened to see how the boy was being treated. However, everyone was too afraid and cowed to do anything to alleviate the lad’s degradation and misery as the procession made its slow way out of the port towards the nation’s capital.

The young black eunuch, holding the whip, walked behind Anthonius. He had been told to flog the boy if the dildo fell out of his rectum before reinserting the anal plug. This happened more than ten times during the journey of many hours, especially towards the end as weariness set in and anal retention became more difficult, causing the young white back and buttocks to display a number of vivid red lines by the time the high walls of Xanthus came into view. On the fourth occasion, as well as feeling the intense pain of the lash across his bottom, the lad also shuddered and saw an arc of white liquid emanate from his hard quivering horizontal cock onto the cobbled road. The whole shameful scene was observed by a number of villagers watching the parade as it passed through their community.

A deeply saddened and disgusted Prodicus, dressed in the tunic of a Lycian royal page and walking alongside his mounted new master, had seen Anthonius disembark from the Nubian galley and despaired that he could do nothing to help his friend. However, he gained some solace when he heard the muted cheering, coming from the crowds they passed at the roadside, change rapidly to silence when Anthonius was observed. He was especially pleased to hear a few brave souls boo at the new King instead.

It was late afternoon when the cavalcade passed through the main gate into Xanthus. Anthonius’ penis, after his opprobrious orgasm, had regained its rigidity by the time of his return to his homeland’s capital, partly as a result of the feel of the cockstrap rubbing his genitals and the dildo in his insides as he walked. A string of precum even dangled humiliatingly from the cockhead. Lysus received the same sort of unenthusiastic reception from the city’s population as had been experienced elsewhere and, like elsewhere, it cooled distinctly when the disgrace of the former Lycian Prince was perceived. However, the new King did not care as he knew that Roman support made his throne safe. There would be plenty of sycophants to serve him and he would pay his subjects back for their lack of ardour for his return and apparent sympathy for his slut of a half-brother.

As had been arranged with the court chamberlain, the parade terminated in Xanthus’ crowded main plaza before the steep steps of the temple of Jupiter, where the city elders and other worthies awaited the arrival. Lysus, Ebana and their mounted entourages climbed down from their horses, the former displaying a remarkable lack of skill as he did so, causing some stifled tittering to be heard. The two Kings and their officials and close servants walked up the steps to be formally greeted on top by the municipal representatives whilst the rest of the cavalcade made off for the royal palace, with the exception of Anthonius. The naked boy was unchained by the young black eunuch from the last wagon and led up the steps to be stood at the side of the top stair, facing the quiet throng that filled the square.

Several boring obsequious welcoming speeches occurred, which thankfully could only be heard by the front of the crowd. The rest were happy not to know the contents of the monologues as they were present only to see the man who would now rule them and about whom few ominously had anything good to say. It was eventually Lysus’ turn to speak and he droned on for a while, seemingly determined to see how many different ways he could relate his pleasure at his return to Lycia. However, somnolent ears picked up when the new King started to talk about his half-brother. As he did so, the naked Anthonius was led to stand on a much lower step in front of the monarch, still facing the crowd.

“I regret to tell my people,” Lysus announced “that your former Prince, Anthonius, disgraced himself in Rome. He betrayed the Emperor by displaying uncontrolled sluttish passions, constantly wanting to satisfy his obscene desires with anyone he could get his lusting hands on. In the end, the only way that he could satiate his perversity was by becoming a public whore, enjoyed by many men. He now makes his way to Nubia where attempts will be made at the renowned temple of Priapus to expel the great evil from his body. I have brought him before you now as I believe that we Lycians must express our solidarity with the great Diocletian and disgust at the corrupt depravity and treachery that the slut exhibited in Rome. First, I declare that Lycia disowns the harlot and so he can no longer be considered a native of this land. Second, the tart shall be taken immediately to the male public latrine at the other side of this plaza where palace servants will dispense one gold piece to any man or boy who chooses to show their abhorrence at the whore by relieving themselves over him!”

(To be continued in chapter 58 – ‘Deliverances’)