THE LYCIAN PRINCE Chapter 6
By Pueros

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
pueros@hotmail.com

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY


This long saga, describing the adventures of a young Prince
in the Roman Empire of the 3rd Century AD, was originally
posted elsewhere but has been revised and amended, including
a changed ending, for this site by the author. The tale is
mainly a work of pure imagination and the writer hopes that
historical truth will be forgiving!

Chapter VI - Initiation

(March 290 AD)

Casperius had given Niachiarus four weeks to ready 12 year-
old Anthonius for formal initiation as an Imperial boy page.
He wanted the relevant ceremony to take place at Emperor
Diocletian's forthcoming birthday banquet. 

Niachiarus felt that the target was unrealistic. Although he
thought all boys were sluts at heart, he did not feel that
four weeks was enough to convert a royal Prince into a
whore. However, he had been proven wrong. 

Anthonius had quickly overcome his obvious misgivings and
shame and had reluctantly submitted himself co-operatively
to the required frequently demeaning routines of his new
life. The Prince had thereafter absorbed his training very
well.

Niachiarus had actually never seen someone pick up the arts
of erotic dancing and lovemaking so proficiently with so
much speed, which reinforced a suspicion that Anthonius was
truly a real whore at heart. In fact, the Prince had always
believed that, in whatever he did, he should try his best,
and this commendable attitude was reinforced by fears as to
what might happen to Lycia if he proved a disappointment to
the Emperor. The boy was a naturally gifted, gregarious and
sensuous child and these attributes had enabled him to adapt
speedily to his changed circumstances and learn the
particular skills required by his new role, no matter how
degrading. 

The day of the Emperor's birthday banquet had arrived and
Anthonius was ready to play his part in the celebrations.
The great care afforded his preparation had ensured that the
Prince looked and felt at his absolute best, outstandingly
beautiful and overflowing with youthful vitality. 

The barefoot Anthonius was wearing clothing identical to
that of the Imperial boy pages but white. This colour
supposedly officially denoted his candidate status, although
privately Diocletian preferred the notion that the hue
indicated the Prince's current virginity, which the Emperor
now eagerly anticipated plucking soon.

Anthonius eventually found himself standing before the side
door of the palace's main banquet hall from which the
various entertainments acts entered. Niachiarus had led the
Prince there and was now at the apprehensive boy's side,
attempting to soothe him with quiet platitudes to calm his
nerves. 

Although the nullified black eunuch furtively harboured
jealous malice towards his young charge and hoped to be the
secret instrument of much distress befalling him in the
future, he appreciated that now was not the time for the boy
to earn displeasure and chastisement. Niachiarus had been
entirely personally responsible for the Prince's preparation
and training and so any imperfection in Anthonius' imminent
public performance would certainly rebound on him and he
would definitely be punished too.

Niachiarus was, however, very clever and cunning, as well as
highly skilled in manipulating boys' sexual conditions. He
had serious hopes that his careful preparation of Anthonius
might spoil the Prince's ceremonial performance later in the
less public surrounds of Diocletian's opulent private
quarters in a manner that should not rebound on him.  

The banquet inside had been proceeding for a couple of hours
and the birthday present Diocletian was most looking forward
to was about to replace the boy dancing troupe on the
entertainment dais to commence his initiation ceremony.
Anthonius fully knew that the degradations he had suffered
at the hands of Niachiarus during his preparation and
training were nothing to those he was about to suffer, but
he was determined to face them well and with as much dignity
as they allowed.

In particular, Anthonius remembered the boy page, who had
danced so enchantingly at the triumphal banquet, and the
Prince's pride had encouraged his resolve to out-perform
him. However, he currently could not explain why the
prospect of what was now to happen rather shamefully aroused
him. He was somewhat disgusted with himself, but this did
not cause his hidden cock to become any less rigid, and he
blushed when he realised that his excitement would be
clearly visible to all as he performed in the form of a
noticeable bulge at the front of his tunic.

Perhaps fortunately Anthonius did not have much time to
reflect on this embarrassing development before the doors to
the banquet hall opened. The troupe of beautiful boys, who
had just been performing and were all about 11 years of age
and dressed only in identical tiny purple thongs, ran out. 

Niachiarus then patted Anthonius gently on the sweet curves
of his bottom and suggested "Don't be afraid, as I'm sure
that you'll be fine. In you go!" The Prince complied and
entered but with immense apprehension.
 
Anthonius immediately recognised that the eyes of virtually
all of the many people within the hall were on him, as he
crossed towards the front of the central entertainment dais
immediately before Diocletian, who was already beginning to
lick his lips at the wonderful sight of the gorgeous Prince.
However, the boy's fortitude brought his training to the
fore and, despite his trepidation, he approached gracefully
before standing on the platform and kneeling in homage. 

As at the triumphal banquet Anthonius had attended, there
were almost a hundred guests, mainly men but with some
women, lying on couches accommodating three people each,
with low tables in front and in a circular arrangement
surrounding the central, round, low entertainment dais. All
were attended by a multitude of palace slaves, serving food
slowly in many small courses, which were swilled down with
much wine.

As before, many of the guests, inhibitions loosened by their
heavy consumption of wine, had invited previous young
performers on the dais, of both genders, to join them on the
couches. Much lecherous kissing and obscene fondling of the
scantily-clad youngsters had already begun.

Casperius now stood and addressed Diocletian by his formal
title. "Augustus, before you is Anthonius, Prince of Lycia,
who wishes to implore your majesty to allow him the honour
of becoming one of your Imperial boy pages, foregoing all
his royal privileges and rights in order to do so. As a
symbol of his desire to submit himself completely to your
service, he herewith consumes the sacred libation of
subjugation." 

One of the boy pages now stepped forward with a tiny pottery
jar. On reaching Anthonius, he removed the little stopper
and handed the opened contained to the still kneeling
Prince.

Most of the watching guests did not appreciate what
comprised the contents of the tiny jar. Most of those who
bothered to contemplate the matter presumed that a little
special wine, previously blessed as sacred by priests, would
be inside. However, Anthonius knew, having been told by
Niachiarus in order to help the Prince prepare to honour
without demur or hesitation this literally distasteful
defining moment. 

Anthonius put the tiny jar to his lips and the distinctive
smell of fresh semen, recently milked from Diocletian's own
cock by an existing page, immediately invaded his cute nose.
However, Niachiarus' earlier preparation, in which he played
on the Prince's pride by emphasising the need to be brave,
ensured that the boy overcame his repulsion to swallow the
contents without hesitation. 

Niachiarus, looking from afar, was very happy. He now knew
that Anthonius would perform the rest of the ceremonials
excellently, as every new boy whore should.

Diocletian was also very happy. The young Lycian Prince had
just publicly swallowed the Imperial sperm without visible
delay or disgust, which indicated to him that Anthonius had
truly committed himself to be another of the Emperor's
compliant catamites. 
 
Casperius now continued "Augustus, will you permit
Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, to dance in your honour whilst
you consider his plea?" Diocletian nodded positively and the
major domo of the Imperial pages therefore signalled the boy
to begin. 

Anthonius, who could still taste Diocletian's semen in his
mouth, immediately obediently regained his feet and waited
for the music to start. The Prince remained somewhat nervous
and ashamed at his situation but his pride also still made
him determined to perform well.  

When the music did begin, Anthonius therefore did not
hesitate but instead untied the cord of his tunic and
quickly, but with practised refinement, pulled the garment
over his head, cast it to the floor and began his sensual
dance routine. Many of those who saw his performance later
agreed that they had seen no better. After all, they had
watched a boy of unparalleled beauty, clad in just a small
highly revealing and specially designed white loincloth,
gyrating athletically before them with unblemished elegance,
skill and eroticism. The simultaneous busy movements of his
golden throat chain with pendant, which attested to his
Lycian royal status, and the longer and bigger medallion of
the same precious metal, which indicated his sacred chaste
dedication to Ganymede, somehow added to the exotic scene.  

The erotic nature of Anthonius' dance had been enhanced
whenever the flaps of his loincloth had been uplifted by his
energetic movements, which included somersaults. Such hectic
activities had exposed the sublime curves of the Prince's
bare bottom and also revealed the obvious bulge in the
little front underlying integral thong. Certainly, the
highly lustful expression on Diocletian's face revealed to
all that he was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

With secret embarrassment, Anthonius also had to admit that,
despite his shame at having to dance in a such a manner
before a large number of licentious spectators, his peculiar
sexual thrill at his circumstances had been maintained. This
superficially incongruous phenomenon was evident by the
guilty bulge retained at the front of his loincloth and the
thong underneath. The boy was additionally experiencing a
strange exhilaration, apparently at performing with seeming
quality before, judging from their eyes, gestures and
occasional ribald shouts, clearly appreciative watchers.     

When Anthonius eventually finished with a perfectly executed
back somersault, most spectators appeared genuinely unhappy
that the entertainment had concluded. Some unprecedented
applause began to ring out in praise of the performance,
along with shouted pleas for "More!" However, as the Prince,
now almost breathless with exhaustion and with a sweaty
sheen causing his now literally dazzling body to glisten,
resumed his kneeling posture before Diocletian, the clapping
was quickly curtailed by Casperius, who stood to re-address
the Emperor. 

Casperius asked of Diocletian "Augustus, is it your wish
that Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, be allowed the honour of
serving you as an Imperial page?" The Emperor tried not to
nod positively with too much clear eagerness.
 
On receiving the anticipated confirmation of acceptance as
an Imperial page, or more correctly catamite, and the
associated loss of his royal status and privileges, the
sparsely clad Anthonius now stood, bowed nicely and
proceeded to leave the banquet hall. As they viewed this
lovely concluding spectacle, many of the watching guests
were engrossed in thought about what now awaited the sublime
form of the now former Prince. 

On his way across the hall, Anthonius noticed his adult
half-brother, Lysus, who was happily sneering back at him,
clearly highly delighted that the boy was no longer a Lycian
Prince but an Imperial whore. The obvious fraternal joy
caused the younger sibling fresh mental distress.

A happy and smiling Niachiarus subsequently met the freshly
distressed Anthonius at the doors of the banquet hall to
escort him back to his quarters. Once there, the nullified
black eunuch subjected his young charge to speedy fresh
ablutions and redressing in his small white loincloth before
leading him to Diocletian's own spacious and luxurious
private accommodation, which was actually surrounded by the
smaller rooms of his boy pages.

Niachiarus led Anthonius to a chamber that was reserved for
Diocletian's private pleasures. The room was basically a
smaller version of the banquet hall but was decorated by
obscene floor mosaics and wall paintings depicting the
debauchery of young pretty boys by well-endowed men. 

Niachiarus guided Anthonius to stand at the centre of the
chamber's entertainment dais to await Diocletian's arrival,
which, as he anticipated, was not long delayed. The Emperor
had never before been so impatient to taste the pleasures of
a particular boy's body.
 
Diocletian was accompanied by Casperius and the full
entourage of his other young pages. They all reclined on the
couches surrounding the dais in a circle, except for three
boys who sat cross-legged on the floor to play musical
instruments, namely a lyre, a flute and cymbals. 

All of the boys had removed their tunics to be dressed only
in their own skimpy loincloths before they had assumed their
positions. They passed the discarded garments to their own
eunuch attendants, who, as always and like Niachiarus, would
be acting as servants during the entertainments in their
Emperor's private pleasure chamber. 

Meanwhile, Diocletian took time to view the magnificent
sight now kneeling on the dais before him. The boy's
dazzling golden hair crowning a gorgeous face, adorned with
sparklingly sensuous sky-blue eyes and sweet rosy lips; the
immaculately smooth and unblemished skin of the body
encasing a form of perfect symmetry. A visage of undoubted
unparalleled beauty! 

Diocletian also saw that the boy was breathing rapidly, his
lovely belly expanding and contracting rapidly, presumably
with nervous anticipation, which was a state from which the
Emperor would now relieve him. He therefore gestured to the
young but skilled page musicians that they were to begin and
they did so with a slow introductory melody to enable
Anthonius to stand and ready himself. 

After standing, Anthonius awaited with renewed apprehension
and shame the sudden quickening of the music's tempo, for
this would signal the time for the degrading act that would
precede the commencement of his dance. When the moment
arrived, the boy had to overcome a strong desire to ignore
the meaning of the now suddenly energetic rhythms and
instead to pull on a hidden cord that retained the rear flap
of his small loincloth in place.

The rear flap came loose and Anthonius, as trained,
discretely tossed it to one side and began again to gyrate
energetically, this time with the delightfully smooth and
rotund curvature of his magnificent bare bottom fully
exposed to permanent view. When the boy's dance routine
later necessitated him to turn and wiggle the sleek flawless
mounds of his uncovered buttocks in front of Diocletian, the
Emperor uttered a muted gasp, his face went bright red and
he almost ejaculated into his own loincloth underwear at the
wonderful sight.

Soon afterwards, the musical melodies again changed,
heralding the detachment of the front flap of Anthonius'
loincloth, leaving the boy covered only by the underlying
integral minuscule thong. This skimpy attire did little to
hide the shape of the young dancer's smooth genitalia or
their clearly sexually excited condition.     

Nevertheless, despite Anthonius' shame, the boy commendably
continued to dance with energetic perfection until, after
another small interval, a further musical change finally
signalled what he most dreaded. Awareness that many eyes had
remained focused on him throughout his performance, and
especially at his skimpily covered groin and bare bottom,
now caused the boy to hesitate in respect of what he was
expected to do.

Fortunately, Anthonius also immediately realised what
diverging seriously from the dance routine, in which he had
been proficiently trained by Niachiarus, would certainly
entail, namely painful punishment. The boy additionally
possessed enough imagination and skill somehow to disguise
his hesitation momentarily as a tease, which he nevertheless
knew could not persist.

Anthonius therefore summoned enough courage to overcome his
strong objections, nurtured through acute abashment, to
unfasten the almost imperceptible bow that tied the waist
cord of his thong together to allow his last covering to
fall to the floor. In response, the now former Prince heard
a louder gasp from Diocletian and quiet giggling from some
of the watching boys, as he discretely kicked the discarded
garment to one side and started his nude dance.

Diocletian now became transfixed by the glorious sight of
Anthonius' naked groin, revealed to him for the first time.
The wonderful scene was dominated by the exquisite ripe form
of the boy's nicely proportioned, smooth and rotund hairless
scrotum dangling pleasantly under a pleasingly fully erect
penis.
 
Anthonius now again danced faultlessly, with his rigid cock,
released from the confines of clothing, humiliatingly
flopping around freely as he progressed through the various
manoeuvres, until finally disaster struck. The boy could
feel the relevant passion slowly and inexorably rise within
him but was nevertheless powerless to stop the development
because he knew that he had to complete his scheduled dance
routine or be painfully punished. 

All of the watchers could not help but be enchanted by the
exquisite boy's dancing routine, which allied erotic beauty,
skill and unmistakable sexual excitement and which now had
an explosive conclusion. This unscheduled finale occurred
after Anthonius had perpetrated another expertly
accomplished somersault to end the show.

In so doing, Anthonius' hard cock had repeated an action
that had occurred several times during his lively naked
performance, namely hitting and rebounding off his belly.
However, on this occasion, the boy's body visibly convulsed
and his unruly upright penis sprayed his own semen over
himself and the dais. 

After recovering from his unwanted and unexpected shaming
orgasm, Anthonius heard chuckling at his plight and noticed
that everyone was smirking at him. Nevertheless, the boy
remembered his next duty and, despite a compelling
compunction to want to run away in disgrace, he somehow
fulfilled this chore by again kneeling on the dais in front
of Diocletian. However, on this occasion, he performed the
act of submissive homage to his new Imperial master naked
and with the proof of his recent disgraceful orgasm smeared
all over his stomach, loins and front legs, as well as the
wooden stage. 

No one was ever to discover that Niachiarus had cleverly
deliberately so orchestrated Anthonius' physical
preparation, including enforced chastity and secret infusion
with strong aphrodisiacs, and the nature of the energetic
nude dance routine that he thought such an accident
inevitable. The eunuch would be very pleased about his trick
for all of two weeks.
 
There was silence for what seemed to Anthonius like eternity
before the smirking Casperius asked of Diocletian, in a
mocking tone, "Augustus, do you want the boy cleaned before
the rituals proceed further?" The Emperor reluctantly
responded positively, despite being so desperate to bed his
new page that he really wanted no further delay in
fulfilling his sexual ambitions. The man's own cock,
pressing uncomfortably hard against his underwear, was
evidence of the Imperial need.

In accordance with Diocletian's wishes, Casperius next
gestured to two nearby pages, who in response fetched some
damp cloths and approached the still kneeling and thoroughly
abashed Anthonius. They then stood up the naked boy, whose
penis had shrunk to humiliated flaccidity, and gradually
carefully wiped the spermatic evidence of his recent
shameful orgasm from his divine form.

After the pages had finally finished, and in response to
another gesture from Casperius, they subsequently led
Anthonius to an adjacent bedchamber. The room was large but
possessed little furniture apart from a mammoth bed, whilst
the decorative paintings and mosaics were even more obscene
than next door.

The pages stood Anthonius at the foot of the huge bed, which
over the years had been the scene of their own deflowering
and that of many other boys, as well as of much later
continued debauchery of their delectable bodies. The former
Lycian Prince was now to be the next youngster to lose his
innocence and purity humiliatingly and painfully at the
hands, or more accurately cock, of the lascivious and all-
powerful Diocletian. 

The pages next left Anthonius momentarily alone. The former
Prince then shivered slightly in fear at recognition of what
was imminently to happen on the bed in front of him.

The pages returned quickly, now escorting Diocletian, who
smiled at the waiting Anthonius. However, the boy gained no
comfort from the gesture, as he realised that it was not
meant to provide him with any reassurance but rather
indicated the Emperor's satisfaction that his lustful plans
were about to come to fruition. 

The pages next helped Diocletian to disrobe and Anthonius
felt himself become a little dizzy when the Emperor's own
large engorged cock, which he would now be required to
service, was revealed to him for the first time. Other than
that possessed by the huge African who had raped the young
male and female Syrians at the triumphal banquet, the boy
had never seen a man's erect penis before and he wondered
how his orifices could possibly accommodate such a monster. 

With a last lingering and clearly contemptuous look at the
compliantly waiting Anthonius, which caused him to blush
again, the two pages eventually left, leaving him alone with
the now naked Diocletian, who spent a while examining his
nude prize whilst stroking his cock. The Emperor was
rewarded with the sight of the boy's own penis amazingly
return to its previous embarrassing unruliness by again
slowly but noticeably becoming excited and hard.

Anthonius had been taught by Niachiarus not to attempt to
hide such embarrassment behind his hands because such action
only engendered Diocletian's anger. The boy could therefore
do nothing but stand naked before the Emperor, whilst the
man continued to ogle him and stroke his own cock lewdly,
whilst the much younger and undisciplined penis of the
subject of his attention gradually became similarly erect.

Anthonius could never subsequently explain how he could
become so guiltily aroused in such shameful circumstances,
especially as he had just ejaculated. The boy consciously
did not desire sex with this man, not least because of the
undoubted mental and physical distress that would result.
However, there was something within his deeper persona that
did perversely want him to give himself to be abused and
hurt and it was causing his body currently to experience
strange tingling feelings.

Diocletian eventually lay on the bed and signalled to
Anthonius to join him. The boy, again desperately fighting
impulses to disobey, with a particular desire to run away
almost overwhelming, reluctantly obeyed the summons.

Diocletian next leaned over the prone Anthonius, who was now
lying next to him, and, whilst peering down at the
delightful sight, some drool began to exit his mouth.
However, the Emperor disregarded his libidinous phlegm and
instead ran his hands though the boy's silky golden hair
before lifting the child's gorgeous head towards his own to
plant his first kiss on the inviting rosy lips.

Anthonius managed to disguise his disgust at Diocletian's
act, as well as at the Emperor's disagreeable breath and fat
hairy body, with its unpleasant sweaty aroma. Ignoring the
vile drool, he also reluctantly received the Imperial kiss
receptively as he had been taught. 

The kiss was prolonged and accompanied by a slow exploration
by the Imperial tongue of Anthonius' mouth. Diocletian's
passion then overtook him. 

Diocletian very carefully and intimately moved his kisses
and tongue to most other places on first the front and later
the back of Anthonius' divine body, especially spending much
time at the boy's neck, nipples, navel and bottom, including
a licking of the currently virginal sphincter. The Emperor
finally culminated his oral Imperial exploration by paying
careful and prolonged attention to the boy's re-aroused
young genitalia. 

Anthonius had eventually not been able to prevent himself
from again becoming very sexually excited, even uttering
shameful moans of guilty pleasure, as Diocletian's gentle
and comprehensive oral attentions persisted. The tingling
within his own young form was finally approaching crescendo,
as was evidenced by the rigidity and ivory-like lustre now
exhibited by his own throbbing cock. However, the Emperor
had, through regular relevant practice, learnt the signs of
a boy's progression towards imminent climax and stopped when
he realised that his bed companion was close to orgasm. 

Diocletian then carefully examined his oral work. The
Imperial scrutiny confirmed that the boy lying next to him
was firmly gripping the bedclothes, whilst his eyes were
shut, beads of sweat ran his brow and his rigid penis was
vibrating wildly. 

Diocletian laughed at the sight, which confirmed to him that
the Lycian Prince was now nothing more than an Imperial
whore, and in satisfaction lay back on the bed and started
again to play with his own erection. Such was Anthonius'
sexual high that it took a while for him to realise that the
Emperor's oral attentions had terminated.

Anthonius now realised with alarm that it was his turn to do
to Diocletian's sweaty and smelly fat hairy body what had
just been done to his own much pleasanter variety. The boy
was not in any way looking forward to the gross task but
knew that he had no choice. 

Anthonius opened his eyes and lifted himself into a kneeling
position between Diocletian's now splayed legs, as taught
and whilst his own throbbing cock embarrassingly pointed
horizontally directly at the expectant man, whose own much
bigger and now engorged penis was vibrating vertically. The
boy then leant over to caress the ugly face with his own
kisses and tongue before progressing elsewhere to a
cacophony of pleasurable moans from the Emperor.

Anthonius was close to retching on many occasions during the
foul journey, none closer than when having to tongue
Diocletian's own putrid sphincter, but he somehow managed to
prevent himself from doing so. However, the Emperor's
genitals were now due next for his reluctant oral attention. 

Anthonius gulped before his head moved downwards to perform
this next disgusting chore. Again as taught, the boy first
licked the obnoxious hairy scrotum all over before
concentrating on carefully absorbing each testicle in turn
into his mouth to suck them gently.

Anthonius subsequently licked the full length and all sides
of Diocletian's swollen cock. As the boy did so, he
unavoidably gathered onto his tongue copious amounts of
repulsive precum. 

Anthonius eventually slid his tongue teasingly over the
exposed slit on Diocletian's engorged cockhead before
letting the rest of the top of the Imperial penis to enter
his mouth. The boy then sucked and sucked, carefully taking
air whilst gradually allowing his sweet rosy lips to go
lower and lower until he felt the penile intrusion entering
his throat. However, at this point, the Emperor's hands
suddenly pulled him off. 

"I'm ready!" was all that Diocletian now announced. However,
Anthonius' training caused him to know what the Emperor
meant and so the boy now positioned himself as he had been
instructed, on his back with his legs held wide apart in the
air by his own arms. 

Diocletian liked his boys in this position when he sodomised
them for the first time. The Emperor wanted to see their
faces as he excruciatingly deprived them of their virginity. 

Diocletian, whose eyes were rather glazed with sexual need
and whose readied cock could only now be described as
massive in length and girth, subsequently straddled
Anthonius. The Emperor next introduced his fulsome erection
to the boy's bumcrack.

Diocletian then pointed his hard expectant penis directly at
Anthonius' exposed virginal sphincter. This little round
pink muscular orifice was now seemingly blinking back at the
Emperor in anticipation, in line with the boy's breathing
becoming nervously faster at the prospect of his imminent
undoubtedly painful deflowering.
 
Momentarily, Anthonius pondered how his life could have
changed so much that this horrible man was now going to
agonisingly despoil him. The boy also again worried how his
young virginal rectum could possibly admit such a monstrous
implement as Diocletian's comprehensively excited penis.

Anthonius' anxiety was compounded by the fact that neither
the imminent invading penile shaft or the virginally tight
young orifice into which it was about to plunge had been
greased, as had been promised by Niachiarus. However, these
considerations were immediately forgotten when the boy felt
the touch of the Imperial cockhead pressing against his anal
entrance. 

Niachiarus had actually lied to Anthonius. Diocletian never
used grease when sodomising his boys, even the virgins. The
Emperor gained more sexual pleasure from the increased hurt
he inflicted by not using such a lubricant.

At first, Anthonius' pink virginal sphincter resisted the
initial attempted intrusion into his insides. However, the
pressure gradually became irresistible and such brave
resistance eventually gave way. 

Anthonius then screamed shrilly in acute agony and shame, as
his innocence and purity was lost to the large manly cock
avidly and mercilessly invading his tight innards up to the
hilt. The boy also began to cry profusely and to beg
uselessly for Diocletian to desist, as his cruel deflowering
proceeded remorselessly. The Emperor would anyway have been
incapable of halting even if he had wanted, so engrossed was
he in the ecstasy of this long-awaited moment.

The volume of his shrieks, sobbing and pleas did not lessen
much after Diocletian subsequently adopted a steady rhythm
of harsh and resolute thrusts in and out of the former
virgin's rectum, despite the fact that some natural
lubrication had evolved in the form of the boy's own blood.
Meanwhile, Casperius and the boys lounging next door laughed
as they realised, from the aggrieved sounds, that Anthonius
was now no longer a Lycian Prince but had truly become an
Imperial whore like them. 
 
Diocletian's balls were now making regular heavy contact
with Anthonius' buttocks, whilst the anguishing Imperial
thrusts persisted at a steady pace until becoming faster and
faster as the Emperor ultimately approached orgasm. However,
before such a climax occurred, a strange transformation
overcame the boy's body.

Anthonius' cries became shallower and shallower until they
disappeared along with the expression of horrified agony on
his beautiful but now tearstained face. The boy instead
again began to utter low moans and develop a look of
increasing enjoyment.

The acute pain and shame associated with Anthonius'
deflowering was slowly being displaced by the delicious
sensation of entertaining contact being made with his
prostate gland. This phenomenon was exemplified visually by
the gradual re-hardening of his own cock, which had softened
during his agony, back to full vertical erection.  

The sight of this development then took Diocletian over the
top. The Emperor did not want his long-awaited delectable
act of sodomy on Anthonius to stop but he now could not
prevent the feelings boiling in his groin reaching their
inevitable climax.

Diocletian finally yelled ecstatically, whist he impregnated
Anthonius with copious amounts of thick creamy ejaculate. As
the boy felt the Emperor's cum pumping deep into his
insides, he shamefully reacted with his own orgasm,
powerfully shooting plentiful semen upwards over his own
belly, chest and face.

Diocletian eventually collapsed exhausted onto Anthonius,
with his now slowly softening cock still imbedded in the
boy, who felt that he might be smothered by the heavy and
unpleasant fat, hairy, sweaty and smelly body on top of him.
However, rather fortunately, the Emperor quickly rolled
away, withdrawing his flaccid cock from within the 12 year-
old to the accompaniment of an audible pop.

By this time, Anthonius had slowly let go of his own legs
and had gingerly rested them down on the bed. The boy then
became acutely aware of a great pain between his legs. He
could also somehow feel the copious semen within him and
noticed that some had leaked, along with blood, onto his
inner thighs. 

Anthonius additionally appreciated from his training that
his duties were far from over. Despite his acute distress,
the boy consequently raised himself from the bed to kneel
again between Diocletian's legs. 

Diocletian had closed his eyes but Anthonius knew that this
would not excuse him from his next unpleasant task. Somehow
managing to ignore the intense pain in his bottom, the boy
therefore leant over to suck again the Imperial penis, which
had returned to full flaccidity. 

Half an hour's delicate and literally distasteful oral
attention was required to clean the cock completely of
extraneous Imperial semen and of Anthonius' own blood and
juices and restore Diocletian's penis to full erection. The
boy thankfully appreciated that his preliminary enemas meant
that there was nothing worse to lick away from the hairy
shaft. 

Anthonius had eventually encountered some difficulty in
taking as much of the cock as he could manage satisfactorily
into his mouth and down his throat once the penis had been
restored to earlier rigidity. However, this problem was
temporarily cured when Diocletian held the boy's head down
firmly in place whilst he ultimately again ejaculated. 

Anthonius swallowed as much ejaculate as he could, thankful
for the technique he had been taught, but the need to
breathe as opposed to being suffocated soon became
overwhelming. Luckily, Diocletian, having been completely
sated and drained of semen, released his grip just in time. 

Anthonius' sublime head immediately withdrew from
Diocletian's re-softening cock and gulped air hungrily. As
the boy did so, trickles of extraneous semen ran from both
sides of his mouth.
 
Diocletian rested for a while with the deeply shamed
Anthonius, intensely hurting both mentally and physically,
alongside him. However, the Emperor eventually pushed the
boy rather uncaringly off his bed and shouted to recall the
two pages, who had undressed him previously, now to help him
rise.

Anthonius returned to a standing position at the foot of the
bed, with his head bowed in degradation. The boy felt
terrible. His bottom was extremely sore, as were his mouth
and throat, in which the taste of Diocletian's cum was
stronger than ever. His bumcrack and inner legs were
besmirched with the Emperor's ejaculate and his own blood,
whilst Imperial semen trickled from his mouth and his own
sperm also soiled his face, chest and belly.

Anthonius' sense of deep degradation was not helped when the
two arriving pages chuckled at the sight of him, whilst
their faces also betrayed sadistic satisfaction that the
former Prince had now suffered as they had once done to
become no better than them. However, their focus on their
just deflowered new colleague did not last long because they
had their Imperial master to attend.  

The two pages wiped Diocletian clean with warm perfumed
cloths before assisting him to redress. They then escorted
the Emperor back into the adjacent private pleasure chamber
before returning to collect Anthonius, who was not to
benefit from their cleansing.

Anthonius soon found himself, still in his despoiled state,
back on the pleasure chamber dais. However, instead of now
kneeling in homage to Diocletian, the boy had, as the future
frequent symbol of his new degraded status, to go further
and kiss an Imperial eagle embossed into the platform. 

Anthonius' two escorts subsequently removed the former
Prince's golden throat chain with pendant, which had denoted
his previous Lycian royal status, and threw the adornment
insultingly onto the floor, where his discarded white
loincloth still lay with equal symbolism. The jewellery was
replaced with the poorer silver variety sported by the
Imperial boy pages. 

The pages then carefully attached an accurately-sized
constricting silver cockring to Anthonius' genitals. The
adornment came in two semi-circular parts, whose flanged
ends snapped neatly together but, in order to prevent easy
removal, were now impossible to separate. 

In fact, the cockring could only really be removed by
cutting, as attempting to slide the tight adornment off
would undoubtedly not only be very awkward and painful but
also potentially highly damaging to the owner's balls.
Nevertheless, the genital jewellery would have to be
occasionally replaced with slightly larger versions as the
wearer grew.

The manufacture of the cockring was one of the reasons for
Niachiarus' earlier intimately precise measurements of
various aspects of Anthonius' body. The fitting was
carefully designed not to diffuse sexual passion by
restricting the blood supply to the genitals, but rather the
opposite. 

The cockring was proportioned to concentrate the blood
within the organs, thereby substantially enhancing sexual
stimulus. Diocletian was also attracted to the decorative
effect of the adornment, particularly the fact that a boy's
prize assets stood out more from his groin. The Emperor
additionally like the notion that the constant feel of the
genital attachment would regularly remind them of their
demeaning role and status.

The pages finally redressed Anthonius in a black loincloth
similar to their own but still made no attempt to clean the
embarrassing mixture of juices from his body. Such visible
soiling of Anthonius' normally perfect form would for now
remain as testament to the boy's lost status and purity.

All pages except for Anthonius now redressed in their tunics
and everyone then returned to the banquet hall in the normal
formal fashion, with the newest Imperial minion walking
immediately behind Diocletian. The boy could not help but
sense his degradation being severely compounded by his still
skimpy attire and by feeling the soreness in both his bottom
and mouth, as well as the new cockring on his genitals and
the drying stains on his body. 

When the parade re-entered the hall, Anthonius separated
from the rest to stand again at the front of the
entertainment dais for what he thought would be the
concluding indignity of his initiation ceremony. Diocletian
had been away from the banquet, enjoying the former Prince,
for several hours but the event, with its spectacular erotic
acts, had simply continued without him and, by now, most
guests were very drunk. 

These inebriated and ribald guests cheered Diocletian's
return and cheered even more when they saw the state of
Anthonius. The boy was redressed revealingly in only the
skimpy loincloth of an Imperial page and his face, chest,
stomach and inner legs were clearly smeared with the obvious
signs of his recent deflowering. 

Naturally, the person who was happiest to see the current
state of Anthonius was his older half-brother, Lysus.
Consequently, the boy's adult sibling was most vociferous in
his cheering.   

This cheering became rapturous when Anthonius next removed
his golden medallion, marking his chaste dedication to
Ganymede. The boy then advanced towards Diocletian and knelt
immediately before the Emperor to kiss his feet.

After this humiliating act of homage, Anthonius subsequently
presented his precious medallion to the blissful Diocletian
in confirmation of his loss of virginity to the Emperor.
Another demeaning public kiss of the Imperial feet was
followed by the shamed boy's retreat back to the dais. 

Anthonius had been led to expect the end of the initiation
ceremony at this point and to be allowed at a gesture from
Diocletian to sit with the other pages. However, a signal
from Niachiarus to remain put disabused him of this. 

Anthonius' curiosity at this turn of events swiftly changed
to worry when one of the bondage frames he had seen used on
the Syrian twins was brought in and fixed to the dais. The
same two pages, who had recently escorted him to and from
Diocletian's bedchamber, now walked up and led him to the
square wooden structure. 

"Don't be alarmed, nothing bad will happen", one of them
lied, "but we are ordered to bind you to this and you must
allow us." Anthonius looked in alarm first at Diocletian,
who exhibited no emotion, and then at Niachiarus, who
signalled that the boy should submit. 

Anthonius therefore reluctantly allowed the two pages to
place shackles on his wrists and ankles and then chain him
tightly in a 'Y' formation to the frame so that his body was
uncomfortably taut. The boys then relieved him of his
detachable loincloth flaps, leaving just the deliberately
tight-fitting thong-like undercloth to preserve his modesty.
 
Anthonius' distress at this unexpected turn of events then
turned to panic when the side doors opened and two big men
entered pulling a wheeled and lit brazier with what looked
like two branding irons embedded in the coals. A wet patch
immediately appeared at the front of the boy's undercloth
and urine began to seep from the sides and down his legs, as
his bladder emptied in terror. 

To resounding cheers from the spectators, of whom the main
cheerleader remained Anthonius' half-brother, Lysus, the men
hauled the brazier to within a few paces of the boy. The 12
year-old, who had realised in horror what was now to be
perpetrated on him, began loudly to plead "No! Please no!" 

One of the adults silenced Anthonius by placing a leather
gag in his mouth, which would also serve to prevent the boy
from damagingly biting his lips or tongue. The man then
kneeled and pricked both of Anthonius' upper front thighs
with a small needle, carefully ensuring that the alignment
of both of the resultant tiny marks, each now visibly
enhanced by emerging blood-drops, matched. 

With these markers in place, the man collected the first
iron from the brazier. Anthonius noticed that the glowing
red-hot end had the outline of a little Imperial eagle. The
boy therefore desperately tested his shackles in order to
attempt flight, but he sadly discovered that he was held
immovably in place. 

Anthonius next saw cruel pleasure in the man's eyes, as he
slowly approached and deliberately presented the evil iron
for the uselessly struggling and tearful boy to inspect
closely. The adult then knelt again and his young victim
could feel intense heat as the cruel red-hot implement was
held just above the front of his upper left thigh. 

Anthonius subsequently fainted when, without further ado,
the red-hot iron was accurately applied to his flesh at the
readied mark. However, the boy was quickly reawakened by the
application of a pail of cold water to his body. Custom
dictated that the victims of branding were kept conscious
during their ordeal.

After awaking, Anthonius not only felt the acute agony
induced by his new brand-mark but also smelt his own burnt
flesh. Such experiences caused him to retch but his
effective gag also made him swallow the vomit to avoid
choking.  

The man now returned the iron to the coals and collected the
other implement. Despite Anthonius' copious tears, his eyes
were still able to confirm that this cruel tool was exactly
the same and as red-hot as the first. 

Anthonius subsequently remembered little else until he awoke
to find himself naked and alone on his own bed. The boy had
been cleaned but the discomfort in his bottom and mouth was
now nothing compared to the searing agony of his new pair of
brand-marks, which were vividly displayed on the fronts of
his upper thighs.

Some attempt to reduce the excruciation appeared to have
been made because both brand-marks had been smeared with
some form of salve but Anthonius was to discover that
several days would need to elapse before the pain faded
completely. The boy was also to find out that the feeling of
utmost dejection at having such emblems burnt permanently
onto his body would never subside.

Anthonius was additionally initially completely mystified as
to why he had been so marked. He had not become a slave, as
the Imperial pages were not of such status, and none of the
other boys had been branded. 

Niachiarus later told Anthonius that he thought it best not
to tell him before the initiation ceremony that Diocletian
had ordered the branding. The Emperor had also decreed that
such marking was to become regular practice for all future
new boy pages. According to the black nullified eunuch, the
former Lycian Prince was simply unlucky to be the first to
be subjected to the latest Imperial whim.

Niachiarus did not tell Anthonius that the idea to brand the
former Lycian Prince had first been suggested to Diocletian
via Casperius by himself. Naturally, Lysus was also an
enthusiastic supporter of the plan.
   
The propounded theory backing the proposal was that the
humiliating brands should forever destroy any possibility
that Anthonius might entertain some notions that he was in
someway superior to his fellow pages because of his royal
background or someday aspire to a return to princely status.
The shameful marks, usually reserved for slaves, denoted
that his new standing was instead one akin to that servile
class and was one from which he was unlikely ever to rise.

Niachiarus was content that the brands would confirm to
Anthonius that he was now nothing more than an Imperial
menial and whore and that is what the boy would remain until
he lost his looks, if he survived that long, which the
eunuch doubted.


(To be continued)

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