The Lycian Prince 20-21

Niachiarus had spent much of the previous few days in Rome’s main slave market. As befitted the Empire’s capital and centre of commerce, this was a huge building and actually comprised a series of different markets catering for the different types of available merchandise, based on their sex, age and prior status. The eunuch spent the days in the market specialising in freshly acquired boys. They would be brought onto a high dais and exhibited before the large crowd, not all buyers, first clothed and then naked, much as Anthonius had experienced in Africa. They would be brought down to let potential buyers inspect their nude bodies more closely before being returned onto the dais for the bidding.

Niachiarus spent much of the first day waiting impatiently for one particular kind of purchase but none of the offerings seemed to appeal to the relevant buyers who had been pointed out to him earlier. The eunuch was considering a return to the palace when a pretty blonde youth, aged about fifteen and apparently a German captive, was brought onto the dais and he perceived interest in the eyes of a nearby woman. She was standing in the crowd with two male servants and Niachiarus had been told that she was a rich widow seeking an addition to her household. The naked youth was brought before her and she examined him intimately, paying particular attention to the blushing lad’s genitals, smooth except for a nice crown of golden pubic hair. To Niachiarus’ immense delight, she bought the boy, who was taken to a room adjacent to the dais. Niachiarus’ market informant now prepared for his first job of the day. On some days, he would be occupied almost none stop whilst on others he would remain idle, but over the years the commissions he had earned from his craft came to a tidy sum. Niachiarus was intrigued as he closely watched the man exercise his skill.

The now terrified naked youth had been bound face-up and spreadeagled to a heavily bloodstained wooden table and a gag placed in his mouth, as much to protect his lips and tongue from his own teeth as to silence him. A leather cord was tied tightly round the lad’s ball sac causing him to start crying both in pain and realisation as to what was to happen. The youth’s hands and feet tried to break out of their restraints but they held firm. The man produced a little bowl and a very sharp small knife. He glanced at the widow who was standing in a corner with her two servants. At her nod, the man bent over the splayed youth’s groin and placed the point of the knife where the now erect penis intersected with the scrotum. As the incision began, the man was sprayed with sperm as the lad ejaculated for the last time in his life. However, the man ignored this common annoyance and expedited his task with practised precision, his well-used knife having been responsible for castrating thousands over the years.

The rent went vertically down the ball sac but the blood produced was not too distracting and the man soon squeezed one testicle to visible exposure in the outside air. Another proficient slice with the knife along the membrane that attached the testicle to the inside of the scrotum meant that it was soon resting alone in the bowl, but not for long for it was quickly joined by its companion. The wound was carefully cauterised by a waiting hot iron and covered by a clean rag. The youth’s gag was removed, to accompanying cacophonous shrieks, his limbs were released from their bonds and the man’s assignment was done. It had taken five minutes.

Niachiarus would watch the man operate on several more youths over the next couple of days until it was agreed that he could practise what he had learnt. The victim was a pretty Slav boy aged about ten, selected because his balls were so nicely shaped and sized to be perfect training material. Niachiarus had never been so happy as he was when his knife first cut into the beautiful sac, and the eunuch was to create two more of his own kind before it was time to return to the palace to make another.

Chapter 21 – Strap (Hist, m/b, spank)

The Praeorians handed custody of the crying Anthonius over to Niachiarus, waiting at the doors of the banquet hall. Anthonius had lost his tunic when dancing earlier for the Emperor and the eunuch had been gladdened to see the boy also lose the rear flap of his loincloth for the spanking, although he now carefully hid his elation and feigned concern instead. As they walked towards the boy companion quarters, Niachiarus looked at the lad’s reddened behind and was very content in the knowledge that it and the rest of the boy’s body would soon be more ruby in colour.

Anthonius was stood on the entertainment dais in the pleasure chamber and had to wait an hour for Diocletian and his boy entourage to appear, although to the petrified lad it seemed much longer. The Emperor looked at his trembling former boy favourite and smiled when he again saw the marks that he had laid on the lad’s bottom. However, he was feeling tired and did not dally. He made straight for his bedchamber for he was eager to enjoy the delights of Armillatus’ body to the sound of Anthonius’ delectable screams.

The other boy companions sat excitedly on the couches surrounding the dais awaiting Casperius’ belated arrival. The major domo eventually entered carrying, by an integrated handle, a strap made of hardened leather, with many small holes and about two thirds of a pace long and a hand wide. Anthonius had never seen it before and shuddered when he thought of the pain and damage that it would inflict. “Well, Anthonius,” said a gloating Casperius, “I have to spend time chastising you again for your bad conduct in front of the Emperor. Will you never learn? Remove what’s left of your loincloth and stand with your hands on your head and feet together.” The boy obeyed to reveal yet again a humiliating arousal. “Dirty slut,” continued the major domo when he saw the boy’s erection, “but I don’t think that will be upright for much longer.”

Casperius took up position behind the quivering Anthonius and commanded “You will remain still whilst I apply your just punishment, unless I order you to adopt another stance, and will thank me for each well-merited blow. If you fail to do either, I start again. Do you understand, boy?” Anthonius replied “Yes sir, thank you sir” before having to wait whilst the major domo primed his swing. However, as calculated, Casperius caught the boy off-guard by not rehearsing for long before suddenly and without warning delivering the first blow to the lad’s already sore rump. Anthonius squealed and jumped forward, although he did just about manage to keep his hands on his head and remember to say “Thank you sir.” A smirking Casperius chided, to giggles from the watching boys, “What did I tell you about staying still. I’ll just have to consider that swing as practice. Now stand still or we’ll be here all night!”

The next blow was across Anthonius’ upper back and this time the boy, with a mighty effort, succeeded in remaining still, and only uttered a muted groan before thanking Casperius for hurting him and hearing the major domo reply with the word “One.” Nine more blows were slowly reigned on Anthonius’ poor back, bum and rear legs, turning them scarlet and leaving small round wheals where the holes fell, but the boy somehow maintained his position. A smiling Casperius then came to Anthonius’ front. He was pleased to see the boy’s beautiful face marred with an agonised and terrified look in the eyes, from which tears flowed freely. He began to strike the boy’s front legs and thighs. The major domo avoided the genitals for now, they would prove a useful later target, and gradually moved his attentions up the boy’s stomach towards his chest. “Eighteen” he said before taking aim at the lad’s nipple ornaments. Casperius had delayed beating this part of Anthonius’ anatomy until now for a special reason and he was cheered that he achieved the desired affect when the blow fell. The boy’s scream was shrill and he collapsed to the ground, grasping his tits, to hear the major domo snigger “Oh dear, did that hurt?” before adding “Now look what you’ve done, I have to start from one again. Get up!” Casperius encouraged the boy to stand again by tapping the lad’s aching bottom with his foot. Anthonius heard the spectators chortle gleefully as he did so.

Casperius restarted at Anthonius’ rear, each blow now accompanied by a loud scream which intensified Diocletian’s rapture as he was simultaneously penetrating Armillatus next door. The major domo eventually returned to Anthonius’ front and had just said “Seventeen” when he commanded one of the watchers onto the dais and ordered “Get him hard!” The boy knelt in front of Anthonius and began to suck the weeping lad’s soft penis. His ministrations rapidly bore fruit, despite the agonies seeping through Anthonius’ ravaged body, and he moved away to allow the major domo to inspect the result. The blow of the strap that then hit the rigid member was proof that Casperius had been happy. It was followed by another and the major domo said “Nineteen” to a barely audible or understandable “Thank you, sir” from Anthonius.

Casperius responded with an order to “Stand with your legs apart”. Anthonius complied but with great reluctance for he knew where the next strike would be directed. The major domo rested the strap’s end on the floor between the boy’s legs before viciously launching it upwards. It struck Anthonius’ balls square on, causing the lad to bellow and collapse to the floor clutching his boyhood. Anthonius’ reaction created much loud hilarity amongst the spectators and his yelp occasioned Diocletian to orgasm deep inside Armillatus’ tight anus.

Casperius joined in the laughter before eventually saying “Oh dear, back to the start again” and ordering two of the chortling watchers to help Anthonius back to a standing position, this time arms at his sides. “I’m tired,” he said, “who wants to take over?” The other boy companions pleaded desperately and vociferously to be chosen, hands in the air to gain attention. “All right, all of you can have one stroke each,” Casperius said to the general satisfaction of all except the boy who would be the centre of their attentions, “and concentrate on his arms first. They haven’t been touched yet.” It was of little compensation to Anthonius that the blows from the boys were not quite as strong as those from the major domo for they put all their strength behind their strikes, which were accordingly still very painful.

Once his arms had been turned into the same consistency as the rest of his body, the blows had returned to Anthonius’ back. The strap was restored to Casperius after he had indicated “Seventeen” for the third time that night. He ordered Anthonius to “Bend over, legs apart” for he intended to launch his last three swings at the boy’s anal opening but it only took the first to return the lad to a heap on the floor. The major domo had already recognised that he could carry on little longer. Anthonius’ body was a rainbow of colours and blood was spurting from the wheals created by the holes and burst by later strikes. The Emperor would not want the boy permanently disfigured and the limit to avoid that had been reached. Casperius therefore informed the boy, groaning in agony on the floor in front of him, “You’re hopeless. If you’re hoping that I’m going to start another twenty now, you’re mistaken. I need my bed and anyway I feel that I’ve done enough to try to correct your behaviour. It’s time for someone else to have a go and I think I know the ideal person. It’ll take a few weeks for your body to repair but, once it has, I’ll ask the Prince to allow you to be the cup bearer at his next dinner.” Anthonius’ sobs intensified as Casperius turned on his heels and left the chamber.

(To be continued in Chapter 22 - ‘Gelding’)