The Lycian Prince 52

Anthonius lay traumatised in the dirty alleyway as the sun finally emerged over the horizon. His delay was to cause the former Prince more trouble as six street urchins, dressed in filthy rags, surrounded him. They were all boys, aged from about 8 to 15. The oldest prodded Anthonius’ back with his bare foot. “What are you doing lying naked in the gutter?” he asked, not unreasonably. Anthonius had just managed to stem the blood running from his nose and answered truthfully “I’ve just been kneed in the face by a soldier but only after he raped me.”

The 15 years old walked round the nude 14 years old, noticing the various bodily adornments, including the semen stains. “What do all these brandmarks mean?” he queried. Anthonius paused before replying and received a heavier kick on the leg for his delay. “They’re mainly Imperial eagles, indicating that I belong to the Emperor,” he was thereby encouraged to reply. The inquisition continued with “So, what’s Imperial property doing in this part of the city?” The response from the shamed and blushing Anthonius was “I’ve been lent to a boy brothel for two months and I was on my way back there after visiting a customer at his villa.”

“So you’re a boy tart,” announced the gang leader with a smirk, “that explains the dried cum. Get up!” Anthonius complied whilst the urchins gathered in a closer circle around him, their smell causing the former Prince to wince. The 15 years old fondled the 14 years old’s jewellery, causing the latter’s flaccid cock to twitch and begin to grow when his genital-encircling ring was felt. “Very nice prick” commented the leader, still smirking, “but the ring’s even nicer and more valuable to us. I think that you can let us have it, along with the other two and your medallion!”

Anthonius immediately tried to make a break for it but his move had been anticipated and he was restrained by several members of the gang. They dragged the struggling Prince down a number of alleys, beginning to fill with people. However, the waking populace were completely disinterested, particularly at this early hour of the morning, in the antics of a group of disgusting urchins, even if the pretty cleaner naked one, partly hidden from view amidst the small agitated throng and who appeared to be the centre of attention, seemed very different from the others.

The six boys and their young captive eventually arrived at the steep bank of the River Tiber. Anthonius, having been punched in the stomach several times to quieten him, was led down to the muddy foreshore and along to a wide dank smelly cave in the side of the embankment. His escorts released him about 10 paces inside where the rays from the rising sun still permitted decent illumination. “Now take off your jewellery,” ordered the leader, “or we’ll do it for you!”

“But the rings are impossible to remove without tearing my skin,” replied Anthonius. However, the unsympathetic response from the 15 years old was “So what? Do you want to rip it or do you want us to do it?” The former Prince glanced down his nude body at the nipple and cock rings before, with tears in his eyes, looking again at the gang leader and pleading “Please, I beg you, can’t you find something to cut them off with?”

There was something about the vision of the desperate vulnerable naked 14 years old now presented before the 15 years old that caused the latter to relent. “Alright,” he said, “but there’ll be a price for our trouble.” “I’ll do anything in return,” declared Anthonius. “Well,” continued the gang leader, “none of us have been or are ever likely again to be serviced by a high class tart like you. I think that you can reward us for our pity by providing us the opportunity of a lifetime!” After a brief pause, the boy prostitute responded quietly “I said that I’d do anything and I always keep my promises!” “So do I,” advised the leader, a broad smile invading his grimy face, before issuing an order to the two youngest gang members, who left the cave to obtain the requisite tool.

“Sit down,” invited the 15 years old, “they shouldn’t be too long.” However, the 14 years old replied “I’d sooner wash some of this blood and muck off me. If you want to be serviced by a high class whore, I should at least attempt to look the part!” The grinning gang leader issued another order and another boy left the cave, returning with a half-broken pot containing liquid extracted from the river. Anthonius was lucky for once for the Tiber at this point was upriver from where it became Rome’s main sewer and he could therefore proceed to wash his face and body free of blood, semen and other dirt in pure clear cool water. By the time that he had finished, the two youngest gang members had returned with some pliers, stolen from a local blacksmith.

The subsequent removal of Anthonius’ rings was carefully undertaken by the leader, but it still induced considerable pain, especially when the cock ornament was extracted from under the skin of his upper scrotum. The former Prince tried to show bravery in front of the gang but could not prevent himself from audibly wincing during the operation. A couple of tears also ran down his gorgeous face. However, the boy did not begrudge the urchins the rings. He had never liked them, although he was sure that they would be painfully replaced, and the poor lads would clearly benefit, if only temporarily, from the money that the gold would bring.

The rings and the much less valuable medallion, made of baser metal, were eventually in the 15 years old’s hands and would soon be sold on the black market for melting down, the urchins receiving a pittance of their true worth for their efforts and their captive’s suffering. It was now time for the latter, penis embarrassingly re-hardened whilst the cockring was being removed, to deliver his side of the bargain.

“What do you want me to do?” asked the blushing boy prostitute. “You can suck them off,” the gang leader answered, “I don’t think that it’s the right time or place for them to learn to fuck!” The 15 years old encouraged the youngest gang member forward and the 14 years old knelt in front of the 8 years old who eagerly raised his flea-infested, hole-ridden filthy tunic revealing, as he wore no under-garments, an equally dirty small erection. Anthonius, whose body had broken out in goosepimples as his knees experienced the chill from the damp cave floor, leant his head forward and encased the tiny mucky cock with his lips. He began to entertain the hard member as if it belonged to the Emperor for, like the jewellery, he now did not begrudge the lads their enjoyment, their lives certainly permitting little pleasure. It did not take too long to induce the 8 years old to his delicious dry orgasm nor the four boys who followed, although those of the last three were far from dry.

“Right, you can go!” the gang leader told the boy prostitute, down whose chin some semen again dripped. “What about you?” queried Anthonius, his mouth tasting a strange mixture of cum and dirt. “It doesn’t matter about me. I’m happy that the others were looked after and you’re bound to be in enough trouble having lost your jewellery without us adding to it by making you arrive back late at your brothel.” The naked 14 years old, cock now vertical and drooling precum, stood up and walked towards the 15 years old before kneeling again in front the older lad.

“I keep my promises,” Anthonius said, lifting up the front of the gang leader’s tunic, although rag would probably be a better word to use to describe the decrepit covering. The 14 years old pulled down the 15 years old’s even worse foul loincloth and a large throbbing cock popped into view, the head of which the younger boy kissed causing his surprised elder to shiver in delight and succumb to the subsequent exquisite attentions. The former Prince used all of his now considerable experience and expertise to give the filthy urchin the most wonderful time of his life, skilfully bringing the lad back from the brink several times before permitting him a long wonderful transcendent climax without precedent in his young life.

“Wow,” declared the red-faced gang leader, as he slowly recovered from his unparalleled ecstasy, “you really are an expert tart!” Anthonius knew from the tone of voice used that the sentence was genuinely meant to be a compliment not an insult. After pulling his loincloth back up, the smiling 15 years old helped the 14 years old to his feet and ordered one of the boys to re-offer the pot of water to their captive. “Thanks for that,” the leader remarked, “it was marvellous but I think that you’d better clean your chin before you go.”

After Anthonius had obeyed and was just about to leave the cave, the gang leader said “I don’t know your name.” The former Prince told him. “I’m Cratinus. Take care, Anthonius. I’m sorry for what we’ve done but I have to look after the others!” “I understand,” advised the naked 14 years old, surveying the bedraggled sextet with sympathetic sadness, “and I didn’t really mind. You all take care too!” He sighed at the pitiful sight of his erstwhile captors, waved and ran off down the river foreshore. As he climbed up the embankment to a thoroughfare that he thought might lead towards his destination, he determined that, if his gods ever afforded him the opportunity, he would devote his life to looking after such destitute waifs. Alas, four of the lads he had just serviced with his mouth would be dead within six months despite Cratinus’ best efforts to care for them. Two, including the 8 years old, died from typhus, malnourished bodies quickly succumbing to the disease, whilst two were killed by soldiers who were often ordered to cull the capital city’s homeless itinerants.

Fortunately for Anthonius, his sense of direction proved correct, as did his change of tactic in order to reach his destination without further trouble or delay. He decided to use his natural running ability to speed along Rome’s streets. The ever-increasing numbers spilling into the thoroughfares along which he passed were given little opportunity to spy the young nude runner with the unusual number of brands and sporting an embarrassing hard-on. The boy’s excellent stamina enabled him to maintain a steady fast pace, despite occasionally and agonisingly stepping on sharp stones, until he finally entered the cul-de-sac of the ‘House of Ganymede’.

Anthonius reported to the slaves at the front entrance of the brothel, and he was immediately sent to see the mistress in her room, where he had to explain his missing finery. The boy told about his escapade with the urchins, knowing that nothing would be done to try to track them down, for there were simply too many such waifs, and omitting certain events, such as the acts of fellatio and departure in friendship. He also did not bother telling about his rape by the soldier as no-one would care.

The woman was furious because she knew that she would have to replace the gold rings with ones of equal high quality before the whore was returned to the Emperor’s palace later that day. She was also irritated that she could not have the slut beaten for his carelessness in allowing himself to be the victim of crime as his body had to be unmarked for his restitution to Imperial service. However, she placated this by having the delighted servant take him to one of the unused private entertainment chambers, where Anthonius was manacled and suspended off the floor before having the severest of clamps applied to his nipples. Apparently reddened tits did not violate the requirement not to mark. Weights were gradually hung from the connecting chain, preventing the agony from dulling, whilst everyone waited for the local goldsmith to fulfil the expensive rush order for replacement rings. The sobbing boy’s vertical cock continued to drool precum throughout his torture.

When the new ornamentations arrived, the former Prince was released from his torment and taken to the boy prostitute quarters for one last time. Prodicus was, for this time of day, unusually not present. Anthonius was not informed that the 16 years old was not even on the premises for he had been sold. The 14 years old, nipples scarlet and very sore, was quickly cleansed and groomed under the supervision of the servant, who now took great care as well as pleasure in attaching the new rings. The boy yelped in agony as each was snapped in place under his skin. However, the application of the cockring also had another side effect for the lad convulsed and spurted cum all over the man’s face and hair. The servant immediately punched the miscreant young genitals in revenge.

After a groaning and tearful Anthonius had recovered from a different type of convulsion, whilst squirming on the floor grasping his hurting organs, his Imperial boy companion neck jewellery and loincloth, which had been kept for the last two months in the mistress’ custody, were restored to his body. The boy was then taken to the woman for a final check of his readiness before being led unceremoniously out of the establishment for the last time.

The cost of the replacement rings had been insignificant compared to the huge profits, even taking into account the enormous initial cost, that Anthonius had brought to the ‘House of Ganymede’. The proprietors were sorry to see him go, not that they would ever consider telling the whore that or thank him for his services, and they had reluctantly turned their minds to how they could again boost custom. Later that day, another near-nude boy was paraded around the streets of Rome. The pretty but distressed 13 years old was not a newcomer to the brothel for he had already provided a couple of years of steady loyal service. However, he was about to be sold to another, even more specialised, establishment. The boards that the escorting adult slaves carried, advertising the final entertainment that the lad would provide for his current clients, read ‘House Of Ganymede announces……public castration of this young whore tonight……for your delight……All other tastes satisfied……by other lovely fresh boys.’

As the servant escorted Anthonius across Rome to the Imperial palace, the boy, ignoring the frequent ribald comments from passers-by, contemplated his time in the brothel. He knew that he should be enormously relieved and grateful to depart but was not. This was not just because he was sad to leave Prodicus, whom he was almost certainly destined never to see again, or because of his fears for the future. He was ashamed to have to readmit that to himself that, deep-down, he had enjoyed most of the sex, as well as the regular humiliation and pain. He believed that he really belonged in a brothel because he was a true whore, and his reinforced self-realisation was compounded by the restoration of hardness under his skimpy loincloth.

Anthonius shivered when the Imperial palace finally came into view and his thoughts turned to the destiny that the Emperor had lined up for him, which he knew would be very unpleasant. He remembered the young Prince suggesting that his penis should be cut off before he was sent to the Lucanian quarries. The boy was led by the brothel servant up to the front gates of the magnificent complex but they were a little early. The duo therefore had to wait a while before the Nubian eunuch, who had originally been allocated to Armillatus before being reassigned to Anthonius, emerged to collect the former Prince and return him to the Imperial boy companion quarters.

Anthonius was received by his fellows with undisguised contempt as he was escorted through the quarters to Sura’s old tiny room. “The whore’s back!” and “Enjoy yourself in the brothel?” were amongst the less insulting comments that the boy had to endure before reaching the safety of the room. The eunuch stripped him to check his naked body for any imperfections and was again amazed at the continuing libido, exhibited by his erection, and the tightness of the lad’s sphincter and anus despite the multifarious invasions it would have received during the previous two months. The Nubian then re-attired the former Prince in the minuscule black thong, with gold eagle insignia, that he had last worn when in the harem before also re-applying manacles to his hands and feet and leaving. The slave had not uttered a word all the time.

Anthonius, with his thong again shamefully ballooning, lay awkwardly on his side on the small bed as his hands were chained behind him. He tried to rest but worry only allowed fitful sleep. It was several hours before the eunuch returned to take the boy for the usual ablutions, including an enema, and redressing him. The former Prince had never seen a garment like it for an array of thin gold chains dangled from a narrow gold belt fitted around his hips. If Anthonius remained stationary, the garb looked like a very short skirt extending to just below his genitals. However, if he moved, some of the chains would fall away to reveal delights underneath, what was exposed depending on the kind of movement. The boy immediately recognised the garment’s highly erotic nature and his softened cock began to rise again. However, this was stopped when the Nubian ran one of the rear chains down the lad’s bumcrack and attached a ringlet at the end round the middle of the ill-disciplined member, holding it firmly in a downward position. The front of the golden skirt was not to be distorted outwards by uncontrolled excitement.

The black eunuch finally spoke, telling Anthonius that he was imminently to dance again at a state occasion in the palace’s main banquet hall. His skirt was to be his only attire until the Emperor signalled him to remove it so that he could then perform nude in front of the many guests. The Nubian did not explain that the boy was to be the central feature of another entertainment, although he did add menacingly that it was to be the last night that the lad would spend in the palace for the morrow would see him setting off towards his destiny.

Less than an hour later, Anthonius again found himself before the side doors of the palace’s main banquet hall awaiting entry for he was the next act. Within, several hundred people, guests and minions, yet again eagerly awaited the boy’s arrival to see him dance and discover his fate. The doors opened and a naked boy and girl, both aged 15, came through looking flushed, a natural reaction after just making love in front of such a raucous crowd.

Anthonius was pushed through the doors by his Nubian slave and, as on his previous arrival in the hall, there was immediately a lot of cheering and laughter, the latter now being induced by the delicious sight of various parts of the boy’s privates being revealed as he walked across the entertainment platform. The shamed Anthonius reached the front of the dais nearest to the Emperor’s couch, seeing the smirking Diocletian for the first time in over two months and noticing that the young Prince was again in attendance. The same big, middle-aged black man, dressed in multi-coloured flowing robes, occupied as last time one of the neighbouring guest of honour positions, with another again accommodating Lysus. Also like last time, there was no Sebastian but to the boy’s horror there was someone else present whom he loved, for Queen Irene sat nearby. Both mother and son blushed from head to toe at mutual recognition. However, Anthonius knew better than to hesitate and performed the usual homage by kneeling to kiss the Imperial eagle embossed into the floor. The laughter rose again as this action caused most of the rear chains to fall to the sides to expose most of the boy’s bottom to view. As the lad stood again, he felt an intensity of shame that caused him to sway and almost faint.

The music started and somehow Anthonius overcame his acute mortifying shock and embarrassment to begin his erotic and revealing dance. His degradation was increased by the knowledge that his cock, still held in place by the chain and now regularly exposed to public view, was hurting as the gold ring bit into its rapidly expanding form. Tears trickled down the boy’s face as he performed, but they were not as copious as those of his mother when she ran from the hall to intensified chortling from all around, particularly from the couches of the host and his entourage.

Anthonius’ degradation for the evening was further enhanced when the Imperial signal came for the golden cover to be shed. The boy first had to reach underneath to remove the ring from his penis and this took some awkward and humiliating manoeuvring before success was achieved to yet more laughter as his cockhead immediately popped out from between the front chains. This changed to more cheering as the catch on the gold belt was released and the garment fell to the floor to reveal, in all its glory, the lad’s wobbling erection, with a nice long string of precum dangling downwards.

Anthonius’ dance finished as usual with a well-executed back somersault that left him standing back in front of the embossed eagle, both hands in the air and legs on the floor wide apart, cock throbbing wildly. The thoroughly abashed boy lowered his arms, placed his legs together and knelt to pay homage in front of his Imperial master again before regaining his feet.

Casperius stood up from his couch close to the Emperor and announced “As you know, this is Anthonius, former Lycian Prince but now treacherous whore, who has spent the last two months plying his skills in a city brothel. I shall shortly announce, on behalf of His Imperial Majesty, what has been decided should be the traitor’s destiny. However, we shall now give everyone, including the whore, a clue!” With these words, the hall’s side doors were reopened and the bondage frame, to which Anthonius had been chained to receive his first brands during his initiation as an Imperial boy companion, was brought in, in pieces, by several slaves before being fixed in place at the centre of the dais. The slaves then collected the terrified boy and chained him spreadeagled to the frame, facing the Emperor.

The chains rattled when the black man with the biggest cock Anthonius had ever seen, and whose rape of the Syrian twins had caused the boy’s early exit from his first palace banquet, also entered through the side door to reinvigorated cheering. It was obvious to everyone who the man’s next victim was to be. The African advanced to the front of the dais to bow to the smirking Emperor before taking up position behind the spreadeagled boy, whose anal opening, nicely exposed by his demeaning posture, invited alluringly.

The loudest noise of the night now reverberated around the hall as the man threw off his one garment, a long flowing cloak, to reveal his enormous engorged black phallus. Anthonius begged “No!” repeatedly, even though he knew that his pleading would be fruitless even if it could be heard. Music restarted and a large troupe of pretty thonged boy and girl dancers entered and began to perform around the bondage frame whilst the African pressed his massive damp cockhead against his victim’s sphincter. He grabbed the lad by the side of hips and, as he pulled the 14 years old’s loins backwards, pushed his own viciously in the other direction. An ear-shattering scream emitted from Anthonius’ mouth before he fainted. A slave quickly ran onto the dais to reawaken the boy with cold water for the victim had to enjoy the full sensations of his impalement to the full.

Anthonius’ screams were rekindled and tears not only streamed down his face but also his chest, some reaching his cock, now flaccid as a result of the agonising sensations flooding his body. The boy’s rectum was too small to accommodate the whole of the black phallus without causing irreparable damage and so the African contented himself with thrusting just over half of his member inside. As a result, it was the girth of the invader as much as the length that tortured the lad.

The thrusting continued remorselessly, to accompanying dancing and cheering, for almost half an hour and whilst the spectators proceeded to consume more food and wine. Anthonius’ prostrate for once never came to his rescue and the pain was relentless until eventually the African yelled loudly and vast amounts of hot semen spurted into the boy’s devastated innards, much somehow finding its way back out to spill onto the floor. However, the African’s orgasm took longer than anyone’s the lad had ever known and so it was still a while before the searing agonies began to recede after the phallus was removed. A loud slurp emanated as this was done, followed by a pop as if a vacuum had suddenly been introduced to air. More overflowing sperm emerged.

The devastated and agonised Anthonius was left chained to the frame as the black man put his cloak back on and went to bow again in front of the Emperor before leaving with the dancers. Casperius, grinning in unadulterated happiness, stood again to address the guests. “His Imperial Majesty,” he announced, “authorises me to advise what is to become of Anthonius, former Lycian Prince but now treacherous whore.” The major domo turned to the big, middle-aged black man, dressed in multi-coloured flowing robes, who had thoroughly enjoyed the recent spectacle, and said “King Ebana of Nubia, His Imperial Majesty wishes to request that the traitor be offered as a penalslave to the god Priapus at his temple in your own capital city!”

The surprised Nubian King, who hardly knew a word of Latin, sat up to look at Diocletian when his interpreter, standing discreetly behind his reclining monarch, whispered the translation in his ear. Ebana replied, via the same man, “Do you realise, Imperial Majesty, that Priapus’ penalslaves are all also offered to the god for genital sacrifice and that the deity hasn’t been known to refuse any offerings accused of treachery in living memory? It would mean almost certain nullification for the boy!”

The Emperor did not bother answering. The smiling Casperius replied instead “His Imperial Majesty is conscious of this fact and also that the nullified male remains permanently in the temple afterwards, initially offering his body daily to Priapus’ worshippers so that they might honour the great god before, once he loses all attraction, spending his remaining days as a menial slave. His Imperial Majesty is additionally aware that, during the months leading up to the sacrificial offering of genitalia, the penalslave suffers daily bodily purifications of water, male seed and pain to try to expunge the sins from his body before Priapus decides whether the ministrations have succeeded in expelling his evil which, as you say, has very rarely been the case with traitors. His Imperial Majesty hopes that you will accept this offering to your paramount god and he only asks a small memento in return. His Imperial Majesty thinks that the traitor’s penis will be most appropriate. The great Priapus can keep the scrotum and its contents!”

(To be continued in Chapter 53 – ‘Priapus’)