The Lycian Prince - Author's Cut

Finish of Chapter 68 – Equinox

(The vernal equinox, March 292 A.D. - the day of Anthonius’ nullification)

Anthonius felt his cock quickly expand further and he expected to hear the click that would announce that the trigger had sent the emasculating blade on its way. However, the setting was too expert for that to happen without the expulsion of semen. The accepted white offering looked around at the now silent sea of expectant black faces and felt his groin begin to boil as the vibrations exciting his erection continued remorselessly. An acolyte was already kneeling in front of the boy to collect his final production of semen in a bowl, whilst another dish waited on the ground underneath to gather safely his severed sexual organs. Priests waited nearby to cauterise and otherwise treat the anticipated wound.

The former Prince felt his last sperm accumulating rapidly within his scrotum, ready to burst into daylight. His foreskin soon rode back to reveal the cockhead drooling precum, which was to be replaced imminently with actual cum as inevitable climax approached.

The kind Arab and his men entered the amphitheatre just as Anthonius yelled, his young body beginning to spasm as orgasm began to overwhelm him. A click was then heard.

Chapter 68a – Nullification

An ancient black leather triangular thong-like attachment, with chains substituting for securing waist and bumcrack cords, had been tightly fixed to Anthonius’ sore loins just before he miraculously managed to perform his final nudedance before the genital guillotine and altar. The boy’s tortured sexual organs had been squeezed through a small round hole in the middle of the leather, in front of which was affixed a metal ring of the same circumference. The item was customarily worn by all accepted penalslave genital sacrifice offerings just before their nullification. It was also a tradition never to clean the leather or metal, which were heavily encrusted with dried blood around the exposure hole.

The attachment’s purpose was to make the endangered genitalia stand out even more from the body for better spectator viewing and easier presentation to the guillotine chopping hole. In Anthonius’ case, the boy’s whiteness and existing cockring further enhanced the effect. Once attached to the nullification device, the two rings remained groin-side of the chopping hole whilst nicely encouraging a sweet display of the whole of the boy’s smooth sexual organs on the other side.

As the convulsing Anthonius climaxed and heard the click, he closed his eyes as he experienced a strange mix of ecstasy and terror. He heard the release of the emasculating blade and the rumble as the heavy object succumbed to gravity and fell. Meanwhile, the smirking acolyte, kneeling in front of him carefully gathered as much of the lad’s last spurts of semen as he could in the dish he was holding before the sacrificial victim’s genitals also fell.

The kind Arab and his men had stopped at the top steps of the amphitheatre doorway through which they had entered, realising that they were just too late to save the young Lycian from total castration. They soon sullenly turned and left to go back to their boat as there was no more that they could immediately do. The poor boy was best left with the Nubians for now as they were the experts at ensuring that the victims of nullification survived their terrible experience.

Anthonius heard the blade crash into the base of the guillotine but, in shock, at first felt nothing himself except a slight stinging in his groin. However, the appalled boy knew that the guillotine had performed its function by the way in which the quiet within the temple had been shattered by reverberating cheers.

Anthonius could not resist opening his eyes and he initially saw that almost all of the spectators were now standing, including Ebana in the royal box, with many black faces exhibiting broad smiles and mouths uttering loud acclamations. The boy could not then deter himself from looking downwards. He observed the smirking black acolyte, bowl in hand containing a handsome quantity of white boy semen and entranced by what had just been observed despite being splashed with blood. As the former Prince moved his eyes further to the vertical, excruciating pain finally overwhelmed him, although this did not prevent him from continuing his downward stare.

Anthonius, body now racked in agony, screamed in anguish as he noticed that nothing now protruded through the chopping hole, around which fresh blood had been splattered. Much blood was also running from the aperture down the wooden surface of the guillotine.

Anthonius then managed to focus on the second bowl placed underneath him on the newly bloodstained ground. The only content of the dish was the boy’s beautiful smooth white genitalia, now sadly smeared with red spots and displaying a neatly severed sanguine edge. The penis was amazingly still erect and issuing sperm.

The acolyte moved away, taking Anthonius’ last reproductive product of his loins with him to be used in later ceremonial. The black boy had seen others suffer at the genital guillotine but he never before or after gained as much visual thrill as he had on this occasion. The razor-sharp blade had sliced through the white boy’s scrotum as if the organs were not there. The lovely white genitals, lustrous ivory-like rigid cock still gushing semen whilst the circumference of the ball sac spurted blood, seemed to hang momentarily in space before accepting the inevitable and dropping into the waiting container.

The Highpriest advanced to pick up the bowl containing the former Prince’s sexual organs in order to walk around the ceremonial area, with the dish held high so that everyone could view the cleanly detached white genitalia. Meanwhile, priests attended to the now shrieking victim to ensure that the temple’s first white nullified eunuch survived to pursue his first function as an unmanned young prostitute.

Anthonius, in a torment of distress and pain, and with blood still seeping from his awful but surprisingly small wound, was released from the guillotine and spreadeagled on the ground in front of the altar, a priest firmly gripping each limb. Other priests collected red-hot irons from a nearby brazier and, as the first was applied to the former Prince’s emasculated groin to begin the cauterisation of the damage, the boy finally fainted. However, he was quickly reawakened by application of cold water to his beautiful but tearstained face, as penalslaves were always kept conscious to experience the full mending process.

The irons were applied eight times, and Anthonius had to be revived on two more occasions, before the operation was considered complete. The agonised boy was then tied spreadeagled and upright between the two posts in front of the altar, with the bowl of genitalia, now immersed in preservative fluid, underneath him, whilst the ceremony was ended with dancing from some other temple eunuchs.

Anthonius was later released and carried to his cell, where herbal salve was applied to his terrible injury, which was then wrapped in clean bandages. The former Prince subsequently experienced an horrific sleepless night as his body and mind continued to be racked by acute agony and woe. However, careful attention to the wound, involving much fresh application of salve and frequent replacement of bandaging over the next few days reduced the anguish of the pain if not the mortification resulting from the nullification.

Anthonius had recovered sufficiently, at least in a physical sense, by Priapus’ next weekly sacred day to allow him to be displayed naked, with his genitalia in the bowl, on the covered platform in the outside main square. The wider population of Ebania were to be granted a close-up view of the new 15 years old white eunuch and the physical evidence of his nullification. Ebana, having learnt about the manner of the kind Arab’s arrival in the Priapic temple, took the precaution of guarding the square with many soldiers.

The verbal torments that Anthonius suffered from many who came to see his shame were worse than ever, with children again the worst perpetrators. The boy’s penis was later separated from the severed scrotum, the latter then being afforded a prominent cubby-hole in the temple’s main amphitheatre.

One month later, health if not genitalia restored, the deeply shamed Anthonius made his first appearance in one of the Priapic temple’s male brothels, that catering for those who liked the younger nullified eunuchs. The kind Arab had been unable to persuade Ebana to release the former Prince from humiliating servitude in the temple despite offering a large bribe and, when that failed, threatening to cease his substantial trading in spices with Nubia, much needed by the impoverished country. The King was too frightened of the consequences if Diocletian ever found out. The Arab had also lost the element of surprise and the forcible rescue of the boy was no longer a realistic option as he was now continuously well guarded. The man therefore started furtive negotiations with other prominent Nubians but these would take months to bear fruit. He had been forced to return first to Alexandria, having not even been allowed to visit the young Lycian, who therefore remained ignorant about the rescue of his mother and sister from Diocletian’s clutches.

The pain in Anthonius’ well-treated groin had gradually dulled and had gone completely. However, he never overcame the deep humiliation of no longer possessing his genitals and having to use a small tube made of reed to urinate. The sudden loss of his previously voracious sexual drive also caused him much grief as he remembered the many pleasures that he had experienced with the lost equipment. The shamed young white eunuch had been told that, if he performed his new role well, he might enjoy some renewed ecstasy from the one remaining organ that could provide some sexual pleasure, his prostrate. He was informed that the many huge black erections that he would be servicing daily seemed to be ideally designed for such a purpose.

Anthonius’ silky golden hair had been allowed to grow long and development of a light cover of blonde pubic hair to hide his scar had been expertly encouraged through application of creams. By the time of the new eunuch’s first appearance in the brothel to which he had been assigned, the boy, when nude, looked like a girl yet to develop breasts.

Anthonius danced in a tiny black thong, emblazoned with a red phallus, sacred symbol of Priapus and a humiliating reminder of what was no longer present underneath. The stage in the centre of the main windowless chamber of the brothel was surrounded by many seated raucous Nubians, happily watching the new white prostitute’s erotic performance. Demand to be present had been so great, and would continue to be so, that attendance by lot had had to be introduced. This was further applied to select the lucky twenty patrons who would be allowed each day to enjoy the new nullified white eunuch’s body for roughly half an hour each, time determined by use of a simple water clock whereby water poured from one jar to another.

The girlish Anthonius eventually removed his thong, to many ribald comments, before dancing naked to show off his groin, shaved of its masculinity, to the spectators. The boy had suffered many acute humiliations in recent years but he thought at the time that this was the worst yet, a view not subsequently altered.

At the end of Anthonius’ skilfully executed routine, the boy was led to an adjacent bedchamber by the supervising priest. As in the ‘House of Ganymede’, he stood in front of the bed, facing the door, to await his first client. The eager man, a tall muscular Nubian in his thirties, did not keep the new nullified prostitute waiting for long.

The nude Anthonius prostrated himself in front of his customer before standing again to help the man disrobe. They were soon naked together on the bed with the black energetically exploring every delicious crevice of the young white’s body, taking particular pleasure in rubbing the eunuch’s pubic hair and sublime buttocks.

Anthonius sucked the client’s massive rampant hairy cock for a while, sadly remembering when he too possessed such a body part, before being required to turn over to present his anus for invasion by the vibrating black member, adorned with throbbing veins. The eventual gush of sperm that he felt impregnate his innards caused his sobs, originally created by the pain of sodomy by such a large intruder inside his rectum, to intensify as he recalled his own inability to do the same to propagate his royal line. The boy’s prostrate, although regularly struck by the swollen black penis, produced no pleasurable responses to ease his misery. In fact, none of the other nineteen customers, whom he serviced on that first day in the brothel, were able to overcome the prostitute’s anguish by stimulating his prostrate, not that they were bothered to do so. The lack of prostrate reaction was constantly repeated as many more days and several months passed in the awful establishment.

Almost two months after Anthonius’ inaugural performance in the Priapic brothel, Diocletian was in the pleasure chamber of the Imperial boy companion quarters. He was watching some of his catamites give a vivid demonstration of passionate lovemaking on the entertainment platform when Casperius gave him a small jar and accompanying parchment, received that day from a galley in the harbour of Ostia. The Emperor poured the contents into a dish. He and the major domo smiled broadly, and all of the non-sexually active boys giggled, when they saw the young white penis sink to the bottom of the preservative fluid.

Next day, Casperius went, on his Imperial master’s behalf, to Rome’s main slave market to arrange the purchase of pretty white boy virgins to be sent to the Nubian King in thanks for the little but very welcome gift. It was rumoured that the Emperor later kept the jar at his bedside for the rest of his life.

It was the middle of the night when Anthonius was finally rescued from the terrible existence that Diocletian had hoped would be lifelong. The boy had as usual cried himself to sleep in terrible despair at his awful plight.

Ebana had been killed and displaced in a coup and the new King had the white eunuch prostitute, now almost 16 years old, removed from the temple and delivered to the boat of the Arab who had sponsored the temporarily successful revolt with much gold. The ship quickly set off from the quayside of the Nubian capital, leaving the Kingdom to endure years of civil war, and headed north to Alexandria, where the young Lycian’s prostrate would at last be induced into providing personal pleasure again by the careful attentions of his friend Hron.

The rest of Anthonius’ saga is, as the saying goes, history.

THE END

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‘THE LYCIAN PRINCE – AUTHOR’S CUT’

by Pueros