The Lycian Prince - 37

Prodicus was physically similar to Anthonius, beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes, although obviously bigger being two years older. He apologised to Anthonius for what had just happened but explained that all the boys, including himself, had experienced similar for it had been the traditional way of greeting newcomers for as long as anyone could remember. The 16 years old offered to help the 14 years old to clean his violated body and guided him to the bath whilst the others started their own preparations for the long night ahead. The large bath was surrounded on three sides by ceiling-high black concrete walls, the right one of which had a sluice gate in the middle The fourth nearer side had a low stone barrier, across which lay a number of cloths and soapstones. Two large heavy jars resided in the bath’s far corners. Prodicus, still without his thong, pulled on the lever that allowed fresh water to pour rapidly into the bath by raising the sluice gate and stepped over the stone hurdle, encouraging Anthonius to follow. Most of the other boys soon joined them.

Anthonius began to swill some of the cold water over his legs in an attempt to remove the semen running down the insides. Prodicus picked up one of the cloths, soaked it and rubbed it with one of the soapstones. “Let me,” he said whilst kneeling behind Anthonius, “it’s the least I can do.” Anthonius stood still with legs apart to allow his new friend to perform the task. The newcomer felt the cold cloth start to rub his left foot before slowly moving upwards. By the time both legs had been wiped clean, Anthonius’ cock was hard but this was completely ignored by Prodicus and the others for they had been privy to plenty of similar sights. This was also the reason why none had commented on the red stripes that were prominent across the newcomer’s behind for all had displayed similar marks on many occasions and indeed several bore them now. Prodicus began to concentrate on Anthonius’ striped bottom and, after cleansing the buttocks, asked the boy to bend over so that he could apply the cloth to the lad’s bumcrack and reddened sphincter. He was just about to complete this particular assignment when he felt the 14 years old shudder and saw a patch of water beneath him turn milky. Prodicus smiled but pretended not to notice for he no longer wanted to humiliate the younger boy.

Prodicus washed Anthonius’ back before moving round to the boy’s front to wipe his face. He smiled into the gorgeous sky-blue eyes as he removed the dried semen stains that had formed around the rosy lips and down the sweet chin. “I think that you can finish off yourself,” Prodicus declared, “because I’ll have to clean myself now. A particular customer will require me soon for he has me at this time every week.” Both boys proceeded with their ablutions whilst chatting incessantly to learn more about each other. One of the large jars contained a substantial quantity of perfumed transparent gooey liquid, with which the boys washed their hair. The other jar contained white powder, which they rubbed over their teeth with their fingers for several minutes before swilling it away with some of the water still flowing through the sluice gate. Neither item was as good as the equivalents that Anthonius had previously encountered in the palaces of Rome or Lycia, or for that matter in the obese Arab’s fortress, but they did their job more than adequately. In fact, Anthonius was to maintain a marvellous golden head of hair and, unusually for the age, an excellent set of white teeth for the rest of his life.

After drying themselves, Anthonius returned Prodicus’ favour by assisting to him to finish off so that he would be ready for duty on time. Anthonius helped Prodicus to have two enemas by carefully inserting the leather tube in the boy’s anus and then holding up the connected leather water bag to allow the liquid to flow into the lad’s innards. Prodicus expelled the water down the hole in the far corner of the now empty bath that represented the room’s only toilet. Anthonius then combed and trimmed both the hair on Prodicus’ head and above his genitals, on which the odd hair, blemishing their otherwise immaculate smoothness, was shaved away by a sharp blade. After the 14 years old had rubbed scent over the whole of the 16 years old body, he stood back to admire his work. The boys laughed when they saw that they were both hard again.

The lazy servant returned to the room, clearly angry, and all the boys could see why when they saw his back, for several bloody lines had soaked through his tunic. The man made directly for Anthonius but Prodicus barred his way and said “Leave him alone!” The man stopped his advance, looked at the determined youth and implored “But the brat caused me to be whipped by the mistress because he hit you.” Prodicus replied “Your whipping was overdue and I deserved to be hit. You leave the boy alone or else!” The man was mystified by the 16 years old’s attitude but, seeing several of the other older boys move to stand beside him and being a well-known coward, decided not to pursue the matter any further. His desire for revenge would just have to be assuaged when he presented Anthonius to the patrons who would pay good money to provide the boy with his later well-deserved and thorough chastisement.

“Alright,” the man responded, “I’ll let him be for he’ll suffer at the hands of some of our most sadistic customers soon enough.” He then tried to contrive some revenge on Prodicus by telling him, whilst displaying a broad grin, “Your own regular has just arrived. He’s having a drink in the entertainment hall and boasting to anyone who’ll listen what he’s about to do with some new toys that he’s brought with him. The most notable are a set of nipple clamps, whose linking chain is attached by an adjustable leather cord to a spiked cockring, which is itself connected by another much shorter cord to a huge dildo, and he also has a new a leather paddle. Apparently, the cords will be soaked and fixed tautly so that it will create certain rather painful sensations as they dry and you’ll be wearing the delightful equipment whilst receiving the pleasant attentions of the paddle!”

Prodicus’ reaction was rather braver than expected for he said without outward emotion “He’s done worse to me over the 11 years that I’ve been here” but his erection twitched. In fact, his many experiences over the years with this particular client and others had instilled strong sadomasochistic tendencies into the boy and he was actually perversely looking forward to entertaining the man.

Prodicus put on a clean thong but it hid little as his erection, which would only become bigger over the next few hours, held the tiny garment well away from his groin. He turned to Anthonius, who was shocked at what his new friend was now about to suffer, smiled and said “I’ll see you in the morning and let me know then if this man harms you in any way.” He turned back to face the servant again and reiterated “Remember, leave him alone or else,” before adding “And give him the bunk above mine!” The man meekly responded “Yes, Narcissus” as the boy catamite left the room to meet his regular to an accompanying “Take care, Prodicus” from Anthonius.

The other older boys also dispersed to proceed to their own duties, leaving Anthonius facing the servant. “The whores have erotic working names here,” the man eventually said, somewhat reverentially, “but apparently you’re to retain your own to emphasise the personal background that will substantially enhance your value. I’ll therefore call you Anthonius. Now, Anthonius, let us go to the exercise area so that you can show me whether you are any good at dancing or acrobatics. We need to decide what you’re going to do on stage tomorrow. You won’t have to show me how good you are in bed for I’m sure a former Imperial bum boy favourite is very accomplished. However, you can tell me about the size of the Emperor’s cock so that I can judge whether it would have prepared you adequately for some of those you are about to service, especially as some of our customers like two-at-a-time sodomy and fellatio!”

Anthonius was given a new thong to wear. The boy then proceeded to answer all of the servant’s embarrassing and intimate questions over the next few hours, carefully avoiding mention of the other penises he had experienced and whilst, at the same time, performing a number of acrobatic and sensual dancing movements without musical accompaniment. The man could not help but be very impressed with the latter for it was clear that the newcomer was very talented. They decided on a particular dance routine for the new boy prostitute’s debut and agreed to practice it the following day. The servant finished for the moment by allocating the boy the upper bunk above Prodicus’ bed.

Anthonius had been watched by most of the boys who had returned from working the long daytime shift and some now chatted politely with him as he sat on the bunk. Word had spread that the newcomer was friendly with Narcissus, a point emphasised by where the boy was to sleep, so no-one was tempted to continue the traditional initiation ritual. More unappetising stew was brought on tin plates and Anthonius hungrily ate all of his. It did not taste nice but was filling. Like the others, he had to open the bath sluice gate temporarily in order to cup some of the water in the palms of his hands to obtain a drink. After toileting and wiping his bum clean with one of the cloths, which he then had to wash before he cleansed his own hands, Anthonius returned to his bunk and, despite fears of what the next day would bring, was soon in an exhausted sleep. It had been a very eventful 24 hours!

As Anthonius was closing his eyes, Prodicus’ customer was placing the spiked cockring around the 16 years old’s smooth genitals. They were now in one of the private entertainment chambers, having spent a few hours in the main hall. T.here Prodicus had served his rich fat regular with food and drink in between sitting on the man’s knee and allowing himself to be fondled. The catamite’s thong was heavily stained with precum by the time he was required to remove the cover so that he could splay himself naked face-up on the chamber’s huge bed, having already helped the man to undress. Prodicus felt the cockring’s vicious spikes pressing into the flesh around his scrotum and at the upper base of his penis.

Prodicus was now required to turn onto his front so that the monstrous ungreased wooden dildo could be forced up his anus. Despite being accustomed to having all sorts of things shoved inside his rectum over the years, the 16 years old screamed loudly as the phallus was pushed remorselessly towards his prostrate because it was be the biggest item that he had accommodated so far, especially in width. The narrow damp leather cord that connected the dildo to the cockring ran tightly down against the boy’s bumcrack and was already causing some of the spikes to dig even deeper into the tender flesh around the young genitalia. However, despite the agonies associated with this fitting, evidence of the lad’s first orgasm came into view when he was required to return to a face-up position so that the remainder of the equipment could be fixed in place. This delighted the patron. It was the main reason that he had continuously hired this particular boy catamite over the years for the whore could be relied on to climax whenever and whatever horrors were inflicted on him. The customer increased the area covered by Prodicus’ semen by rubbing it all over the spreadeagled boy’s still erect cock and balls, belly and chest, before requiring his fingers to be relieved of the residue by the lad’s tongue.

The fat client then attached the first harsh clamp to Prodicus’ left nipple, for which he was rewarded with a little wail. Another emanated from the boy’s lips when the second was fixed to the lad’s right tit. The man then connected the chain linking the clamps to the cockring with the second wet leather cord and adjusted it so that it was very taut and pulled on the boy’s nipples. The customer was pleased to observe that both the tears in Prodicus’ eyes and the boy’s erection had become yet more fulsome with this action.

The patron ordered Prodicus off the bed whilst he lay on it instead, back propped up by pillows. “You can dance for me now, Narcissus,” said the man.” “How well you do so will determine how many strokes I will give you across the backside with the new paddle, although there will be a very great number all over your body if you allow the nice new dildo out of your bum at any time. The usual routine that you do without music will be fine. I like the way you have to jump about regularly with your hands in the air and legs wide apart. Afterwards, I think that I’ll take you to the main hall. I’m sure that my many friends who’ll be there at this time of night would like to see you wearing your new present. They may even want to see you dance on the stage, this time with music. Later, we’ll return here so that I can play with the other new toys that I have bought before finally, as usual, you suck me off. I shall of course insist that you keep your new present on whilst we sleep together afterwards. By morning, those leather cords will have dried completely!”

Prodicus was to cum four more times overnight. The first time was during his initial dance without musical accompaniment when the pain experienced in his nipples, around his genitals and inside his bum reached a crescendo with a particularly spectacular acrobatic movement. The second was when he was being fondled in the main entertainment hall, after another agonising dance, this time public and with music, by his client’s many so-called friends, although they really only ingratiated themselves with the man because of his wealth. The third happened back in the private chamber when the 28th of the 50 stokes of the nasty leather paddle had been laid across his very sore bum. The fourth occurred when another new toy, a little wooden roller with many sharp needles imbedded, was rolled across his balls after being applied to every other part of his body apart from his head, leaving tiny bloodied specks everywhere.

When Anthonius awoke from his deep but welcome slumber next morning, he found himself attending to his new friend in a manner far different than previous. However, the consolations for Prodicus were that he had thoroughly enjoyed the night before and that part of his regular patron’s fee paid for the week-long restful recovery time that he would need before being able to resume duties with the regular again. Anthonius also noticed two boys, one aged about 6 and the other about 10, being cleaned in the bath by sympathetic older lads. He was to learn later that there was usually a price to pay for such compassion. Anthonius, in his intense fatigue, had apparently slept through the other newcomers’ initiation to the boy brothel.

Prodicus was given a sleeping draught to aid his recuperation by the servant before the man concentrated on the newcomer’s preparation for his brothel debut. They practised Anthonius’ dance routine twice before the servant accepted that the new boy had learned it to perfection and gave him a foul-tasting concentrated aphrodisiac drink. He then ordered two very pretty off-duty catamites, one aged 12 and the other 9, to help the debutante with his bodily preparations. For the first time ever, Anthonius subsequently climaxed during an enema.

Anthonius was ready by midday, face and nipples made up and body oiled as instructed, and stood before the mistress in her own chamber, attired just in the minuscule gold thong with Ganymede insignia. She inspected and felt the new whore intimately, including his cloth-encased package that accordingly grew in size. She then placed a string cord round the boy’s neck from which hung a small clay tablet. Written in the clay were the words ‘Available tonight at the ‘House Of Ganymede.’ Anthonius wondered how anyone could read the small lettering until the slave who had brought him from the market entered with two much larger signs, almost the man’s whole height. They bore the large inscription ‘House Of Ganymede announces Anthonius……former Lycian Prince and Imperial Boy Companion……available tonight for your delight……all tastes satisfied……Other new fresh boys also available.’

Anthonius soon found himself chained, in the front by the neck, to the other two newcomers, touring a practised route around the streets of Rome. All three boys also had their hands chained behind their backs. One slave held one of the signs and guided the party in front whilst the other followed behind with the second sign. The latter constantly had to fend off, from the otherwise defenceless boys, the lustful hands of many passers-by, of both sexes and many age ranges. All had to ignore the interminable ribald comments. The parade of the new goods available at the ‘House Of Ganymede’ took three hours, by which time Anthonius had shamed himself an hour previously by soiling his thong with a large stain. Although the ballooning of the garment had ceased, the subsequent hour-long walk through the crowded streets of the Roman capital, with semen leaking from his soiled thong, was too embarrassing for the scarlet-faced boy to endure without bursting into tears.

(To be continued in Chapter 38 – ‘Stagefright’)