Pueros

The Lycian Prince

(1st version)

Chapter 33 - Offerings

Mighty Zeus seemed to ponder whether to accept the offer of a new cup bearer for a while before making his decision. Anthonius, his nude body chilled and soaking, awaited the god's verdict with trepidation as the lightening continued to flash and strike all around, even hitting a steep gable to his rear. However, the iron pole miraculously remained untouched and the storm eventually abated. Zeus had apparently chosen to allow the Emperor to gift Anthonius to another immortal, although the boy would not know this for a couple of months and he then wished that the paramount deity had instead accepted his sacrifice on this stormy night.

The banquet at which Anthonius had been the star attraction was finishing and those guests not staying in the palace's hospitality quarters began to leave. Despite the continuing drizzle, they all took time to look up to see what Zeus had resolved. The signs of life that their observation revealed would occupy most conversations on the way home. The Imperial entourage eventually emerged with the resident guests to appraise the situation also. Casperius and Lysus were most relieved that Anthonius had not suffered a quick death for now the plans for a far worse destiny for the lad could be followed through, once he had enjoyed two months in a boy brothel.

Anthonius was released from his bondage long after most others attending the banquet had reached their beds. He was not returned to Sura's old quarters but was instead deposited, still naked, cold and wet, and with hands and feet re- chained and nipple ornaments and anal plug still in place, in a small empty cool dungeon cell. There, he had to huddle in a corner to gain some warmth and rest. Unsurprisingly in the uncomfortable circumstances, the boy's sleep was fitful.

It was midmorning when he was transferred from the cell to the boy companion quarters to be readied in the usual manner by the Nubian slave. This time enemas were included in the bodily preparations and Anthonius received no food. It was apparent that his anus was to be kept thoroughly clean for whatever use his new temporary owner wanted. The boy was finally dressed in a boy companion loincloth without tunic. It seemed that his value at auction was to be boosted by emphasising that he was still an Imperial boy companion, albeit one in disgrace and soon to lose the status. There would be many brothel clients who would pay large sums for his services if only to check what was so special about the boys in the Imperial harem and to boast about the unprecedented experience of actually bedding one. Anthonius' demeaning chains were restored, although the link between his feet was enlarged to allow him to walk almost normally.

Anthonius was taken before Casperius in the harem pleasure chamber. Niachiarus sat on an adjacent couch and most of the rest were occupied by the remaining boy companions. "Well, slut," the major domo declared to accompanying chortles from all around, "your training to be good whore is over and we shall see how much you've learnt. You'll now be taken to the slave market where every week there is an auction of experienced boy prostitutes from brothels where the clients have become bored with them, and so a transfer to another bawdy-house and fresh customers is desired. In many ways, you fit the sale criteria perfectly. The weekly auction will be held later this afternoon and the funds gained from your hire will be given to Niachiarus here to provide us with some more little eunuch slaves. I know that you'll really appreciate the money being put to such good use. I also know that you will thoroughly enjoy your time being a true prostitute and can't wait to start. I'll therefore delay you no longer. See you in two months, whore!"

Niachiarus stood and attached a leather collar around Anthonius' neck, partly obscuring the Imperial boy companion throat chain still worn there. The smirking Nubian freeman attached a long chain leash to a metal ring fixed to the front of the collar and led the boy by it out of the chamber, to sarcastic shouts of "Bye, bye, whore" from the boys left behind. Anthonius experienced another intensely embarrassing walk through the busy palace passageways, compounded by frequent tugs on the chain by his escort to accompanying loud orders for the whore not to dally. They eventually emerged in the front courtyard above which the boy had almost met his end the previous night. A horse-drawn wagon awaited them. There was plenty of room for the boy to sit in the back of the wagon. However, his former Nubian slave had no intention of letting the lad forego the pleasure of being paraded on foot through the crowded streets of Rome in chains and attired in just a small revealing loincloth. The Imperial emblems on Anthonius' body and loincloth would prevent molestation from the hands of passers-by but not their visual enjoyment and associated stinging verbal remarks. Niachiarus therefore attached the leash to the back of the wagon, which he then boarded and slowly drove off towards the capital's slave market deep within the grimy over-populated plebeian sector.

The walk was indeed long and most humiliating for Anthonius for soon the wagon was amongst the throngs in the narrow thoroughfares of Rome's poorest districts. He received frequent bating from many of the passers-by, apparently stimulated to make their comments by the sight of the beautiful boy's distinct body adornments and markings and glimpses of the red stripes on his buttocks from the previous night's caning. The regularly blushing Anthonius found the lecherous observations and suggestions from a number of men and women, and the rude barbed remarks of most children, the hardest to bear. Niachiarus often looked around to enjoy the spectacle of his former charge's sweet abashment and delighted in the thought that there was much more to come.

The wagon eventually arrived at the slave market and Niachiarus unhitched Anthonius and led him by the leash through the busy innards towards the section where the boy's auction would take place. Adjacent to the platform on which the sale would take place, there was a large open barred communal cell, already occupied by about 12 others with more still due. Niachiarus removed the leash from Anthonius' neck and, after an attendant slave had temporarily unlocked the entrance gate, the Nubian pushed the boy inside. The eunuch sniggered as he took once last glance at the lad now amongst professional boy prostitutes and about to be hired out as one himself. He thought of the day that he had first met the then Lycian Prince, and walked away to enjoy his midday meal content that his ambitions for the boy were coming to fruition, although his ultimate wish would still take some months to achieve.

Anthonius picked a vacant spot in the half-empty cell on which to sit on the stone floor. The boy prostitutes, aged between 8 and 16, eyed the stranger with the nipple rings and Imperial brands with interest but like Anthonius remained still and silent. They were fearful about their own destinations because they realised that, as second or even third hand whores, their new workplaces were likely to be even less salubrious than the old. By auction time, the cell was full and so was the floor in front of the auction platform. The crowd was much bigger than usual because, in addition to an increased number of brothel keepers and slave traders, the volume of pederastic voyeurs present had been boosted by news of the sale of the Emperor's former boy favourite. Many had taken the opportunity to view him in the waiting cell.

The auctioneer had already argued the order of sale with the various vendors, who were not happy if their goods were amongst the earliest to be displayed as it was traditional to auction the likely least valuable first. In this particular market, that usually meant that the boys least debauched previously, often the youngest, would be sold last. However, on this day, it meant that Anthonius would have a long wait and he had to sit through the shameful indignities inflicted on all the others before it was his turn.

Anthonius eventually found himself alone in the communal cell, watching the penultimate sale take place on the adjacent platform. He was familiar with the auction procedure from his African experience but that did not make it any easier to endure. Then the previous sale was concluded and the attendant slave opened the entrance gate to collect Anthonius. He ordered the boy to his feet and checked the lad's appearance and bondage chains. He wiped any specks of dirt, accumulated from the walk to the slave market and stay in the cell, from the boy's body with a damp cloth and led him outside and onto the platform. There was raucous cheering from the watching assemblage, at the front of which a smiling Niachiarus was prominent. The auctioneer now took charge of the trembling lad.

The man introduced the article for hire "Well gentlemen, and I note some ladies, here we have a really delicious specimen of fresh boy meat, upon which only the great Emperor has so far feasted." Anthonius could not help but laugh inwardly for, of course, no-one else knew, apart from the perpetrators, that he had been enjoyed by others besides Armillatus. "This is Anthonius, former Lycian Prince, now boy whore. Anthonius is no longer required for Imperial service because of sexual misbehaviour. The great Emperor, in his immense wisdom, decided that it was appropriate instead to train Anthonius to be a good whore and make his services temporarily available so that those citizens who can afford it can also enjoy his many bodily attributes and many erotic talents. Alas, the whore will only be available for two months as it seems that His Imperial Majesty has other plans for his long-term future. Nevertheless, such an offer is unlikely to arise again, so think of the money clients would be prepared to pay during that limited period to take advantage of such rare pleasures. Don't pass up this unprecedented opportunity to improve the profile and profits of your particular establishment!"

The opening sales pitch was over and Anthonius knew what was coming next. "Let's examine the goods, shall we," continued the auctioneer, who then proceeded to give a detailed description of the boy's physical qualities to the crowd, starting with his sleek golden hair and working downwards. Anthonius received many lewd comments in reply as the auctioneer turned the boy slowly full circle during the discourse. Only his covered loins had not been discussed at the end of the manoeuvre and they would not remain covered or undebated for much longer.

The auctioneer, who was proficient in his art, paused for a while to let impatience amongst the spectators build before the ultimate bodily revelation was indulged. Anthonius heard shouts of "get them off", "stop messing, let's see them" and "I bet it's hard" amongst the many now uttered. Eventually, the auctioneer relented and said to more chants "Alright, alright, let's see what he's got". He first turned Anthonius so that the boy was facing away from the boisterous multitude and removed the rear loincloth flap to expose the lad's branded bottom more fully, before turning him face forward again to remove the front flap. The shouts were incessant now, all calling for the final, now ballooning, small cover to be removed. The auctioneer smirked as he gently pulled on the bow of the undercloth cord to allow the garment to fall. The roof seemed to vibrate with the noise as the bare body of the first Imperial boy companion to be seen publicly naked outside the palace was exposed to full scrutiny.

The auctioneer now turned Anthonius again, intimately describing the glorious characteristics of the delicious areas now revealed. He was more than happy to hold up the boy's erection so that everyone could estimate its length and to discuss the shape and weight of the lad's balls. He went on to debate how well the lad's striped bum seemed to enhance his appearance still further, cheekily suggesting that perhaps regular thrashing might improve his attractiveness to clients. Anthonius was bent over so that his anal opening, recovering remarkably from the attentions of the marble dildo, and its pleasurable uses could be summarised.

Anthonius' cock was once again drooling precum when he was escorted off the platform by the attendant slave for close examination by prospective purchasers. The slave knew who they would be and efficiently kept others away from mauling the goods. It was during the fourth inspection that Anthonius orgasmed to loud laughter and exclamations of pretended disgust.

A red-faced Anthonius was restored to the platform after half an hour of acute humiliation but the bidding for him only took a sixth of that time. Not many could rival the very high offers made by two particular men, one of whom soon prevailed with a value previously unknown in that particular specialist market. Anthonius was led brought before the victor, a small middle-aged bald man with a pronounced stomach, who was now standing at the foot of the platform steps. The nude boy knew the form and knelt, eyes downcast in shame, before his new temporary owner. The man, who had never used this market before because he usually purchased only fresh boy virgins for his brothel, ordered one of his own two slaves to redress his new property and take him to his establishment whilst he went to conduct business elsewhere.

Anthonius was reattired in his full loincloth and, held firmly by the left arm by the slave, was escorted through the market to the streets outside. As they left, Anthonius passed Niachiarus who said, chuckling loudly, "Do enjoy yourself, whore!" The slave did not waste time in making his delivery for his master wanted him back at the market, as there might be other purchases to look after from the market catering for newly enslaved boys. Anthonius was grateful for the speed for it gave few passers-by the chance to make ribald remarks. The pair passed along many busy thoroughfares until arriving at pleasanter avenues catering for middle class residents. They entered a quiet cul-de-sac at the end of which was a large tavern, with well-dressed men sitting at tables outside, quietly drinking ale and wine. Then Anthonius saw the sign. It read 'House Of Ganymede, The Freshest Most Beautiful Boys For Your Delectation, Any Time Of Day Or Night, All Tastes Accommodated.'

Chapter 34 - Prostitute

Anthonius considered the name of the boy brothel ironic as he had once been honoured to be dedicated to Zeus' cup bearer, but now he was to serve the heavenly youth in a totally unpredicted manner. The men drinking outside the tavern whistled and commented obscenely at the new boy novelty as the escorting slave took him inside the 'House of Ganymede'. They entered a large reception area with three slaves sitting on chairs next to three sets of double doors. The slaves were waiting to ascertain the requirements of customers as they arrived and escort them to the appropriate locations. Anthonius noticed identical pictures symbolising Ganymede being abducted by an eagle to serve Zeus either side of the doors straight ahead. It was an insignia that the boy was to become well acquainted with for it was displayed regularly on walls throughout the building, along with pederastic erotic paintings and sculptures, on the plates and goblets used by the clientele, on the tunics worn by the adult slaves and on the tiny gold thongs which were the boy prostitutes' only cover.

The three waiting slaves represented the three options with which the arriving patrons would be presented. The first was to pass through the doors straight ahead to the main entertainment hall where many, often boisterous, guests could enjoy food and drink served at their tables by scantily clad catamites not required for duty elsewhere. Entertainment was provided on a central stage where boys would dance, perform acrobatics and act in short highly erotic dramas. The second choice was to pass through the doors to the left where there were several small lounges for those who wanted a quieter atmosphere in which to drink and dine. The third, which many customers opted for after initially experiencing one or both of the first two, was to take the doors to the right, and the stairs beyond, to the upper floors where the thirty private entertainment chambers were situated. Duty catamites stood next to the door of every unoccupied room, each of which contained a huge bed plus the toys and equipment necessary for most types of sexual activity. The clients could be entertained individually, or in any other combination, by any of these prostitutes in any quantity and usually in any way as long as the boys were not damaged, although even this rider could be overlooked for an appropriate fee. Alternatively, the selection could be made from or include those who had served them at their tables or had been seen on the stage, subject to availability. Anthonius was later to discover that there were almost one hundred boy prostitutes in the brothel, aged from 4 to 16, and that these were just sufficient to maintain a full 24-hour service that included, as he was subsequently to learn, takeaways.

Anthonius was escorted through the doors to the right and up the stairs. They passed along the corridor of the private entertainment complex with its fifteen doors on either side. It was now early evening so most of the chambers were unused, leaving twenty boys outside their doors whilst various sounds, including some cries and screams, emanated from within the other ten. The duty catamites visibly ogled at the new addition, amazed at his brandmarks. The slave led Anthonius through a door at the far end of the corridor, beyond which was another passageway running to the left at right angles to the first. There were several doors on the right of this corridor but only one other on the other side. The slave took his delivery to one of the righthand ones and knocked. A woman's voice permitted entry.

Anthonius was brought before his new owner's wife, a middle-aged thin ugly woman whose responsibilities included the off-duty prostitutes. The woman was sitting at a table counting the latest takings. The slave advised her of the circumstances of her husband's new purchase, including how much it had cost. "So, expensive whore," she said, "it seems that we'll have to work you very hard just to recoup our outlay. We'll pass word of your acquisition in the usual circles straight away and you can make your debut on the stage and elsewhere tomorrow night, and don't expect much respite from work then on whilst you're here. Now, let's see precisely what we've paid so much money for!" She came out from behind the table and circled Anthonius whilst carefully looking up and down the boy's body. "The Imperial brandmarks and the nipple rings should go down very well with many of our customers" she declared before coming close to look inside the lad's mouth, an opening that would be subject to much use over the next two months. The woman knelt down and unceremoniously pulled Anthonius' loincloth down to his ankles, without bothering to untie the waistcord bow. "Ah, a cockring, very good," she pronounced as the boy's smooth genitals came into view, "and deliciously retained in place through an upper scrotum piercing." She felt the sublime organs, as many others would soon do, starting with the ball sac before playing with the penis, which quickly became erect. "Good sexual appetite I see, which is fortuitous because you'll need it to do your job properly," the woman commented whilst pulling the foreskin back to check the cockhead. She then ordered the red-faced Anthonius to turn round and bend over so that she could inspect the other orifice that would shortly also be in great demand.

After the woman had done and had returned to the chair, she instructed the slave to release Anthonius from his chains and leather collar and to fetch another servant to assume custody of the newcomer. The woman ordered this man to relieve the boy of his neck jewellery whilst she advised the lad "You can have it back, whore, when you're returned to the Emperor. Meanwhile, you can wear this." She gave the servant a medallion displaying the Ganymede emblem to place around Anthonius' neck, similar to the ones the boy had noticed were worn by all the other catamites. "You are responsible for making sure that the whore is fully ready to assume his duties tomorrow night," she told the servant, "he can dance on stage first to attract the custom and then we'll auction the rights for his inaugural services based on hourly rates. I think for his debut that we'll really make the whore look the part. Place make-up on his eyes, cheeks and lips, gild his nipples and oil his body, and make sure the whole look is more gaudy than usual. You may go!"

The man took Anthonius through the single door on the other side of the corridor. Inside were the boy prostitute communal quarters, comprising one large room containing twenty uncovered bunk-beds in four rows. So few beds were needed as two or three catamites would share one alternately in line with consecutive duty rosters, and some would not need the beds at all as they were forced to sleep elsewhere. The accommodation also included a large bath, for which only cold water was provided, and an open area where exercise and training would take place. There were no seats or tables as the beds had to assume those roles too. This was illustrated by the fact that, on Anthonius' arrival, a number of boys were eating some form of unappetising stew from tin plates whilst sitting on their bunks.

There were about thirty thonged boys in the room when Anthonius entered and soon all eyes were on the nude newcomer. "The latest whore," declared his adult escort sarcastically, "who's going to be the star attraction for two months. Do welcome him in the traditional manner, boys!" The man then left to allow Anthonius to become acquainted with his new roommates on his own.

Chapter 35 - Elsewhere

Sebastian set off for Campania hoping to formulate an early excuse for the rapid abandonment of the search for Armillatus so that he could return to see what could be done to save Anthonius' mother and sister from incarceration. He knew that he could do little to help the boy or alleviate the lad's sufferings until that had been achieved. These intentions went awry almost immediately after the captain and his men arrived in Neapolis for Diocletian, at Casperius' urging, sent a Praetorian Prefect to take charge of the hunt and make sure that the now subordinate second-in-command did not return to Rome until it was completed.

Meanwhile, Anthonius' mother and baby sister, Queen Irene and Princess Anthonia of Lycia, were transferred from their galley at Ostia to the comfortable but heavily guarded villa on the outskirts of Rome earned for them by the former Prince's performance at the last state banquet. Diocletian, unlike many of his courtiers, was a man of his word.

On the same day, near a remote village in Hispania, Sura was making his first swimming strokes across a narrow river, under the close supervision of his now devoted and loving new father.

Chapter 36 - Welcome

"Get him," ordered the bully. Two 15 years olds rushed forward and grabbed Anthonius firmly by the arms. "What's your name, fellow whore," the bully enquired, "where are you from and how did you get those brands and rings?" Anthonius did not try to struggle free from the grip of the older boys, as he recognised that the attempt would be useless, and instead briefly appraised the bully with the required information. "So, if you discount the Emperor, you're a virgin," teased the 16 years old rhetorically, "unused to cocks that aren't Imperial in nature?" Anthonius blushed and did not answer. Only he knew about all the other penises that he had enjoyed or endured, even his role in introducing the young Prince and his friends to the pleasures of anal sex was known by very few. "Well," continued the bully, "the best way we can welcome you to your new home and job is to introduce you to a few more!" The bully nodded at the 15 years olds holding Anthonius and they roughly guided the new boy to one of the nearer bunks, where two other catamites helped to lay the lad facedown across the lower bed. Anthonius was held in a splayed position, boys tautly restraining each limb, with his bum at the edge of the bed, nicely exposed and available for what was to come.

The bully removed his thong, revealing a raging and substantial hard-on, and instructed "Those who want his mouth, line up the other side; those who want his bottom, queue behind me!" Anthonius felt the bully's hands fondling his bumcheeks whilst saying "Now, be a good whore and open up your passages for your new friends to enjoy or we may force things far worse than cocks inside!" Anthonius felt a large cockhead press against his sphincter and saw a smaller erection approach to rest against his rosy lips demanding entrance. Anthonius relaxed the protector of his anal hole and opened his mouth to allow his torment to commence.

The multiple assault by the thirty or so boy rapists, some as young as 4, took only an hour and a half as all knew that that was the only time they had left before they were required for duty on the night shift. None were worried about losing any sexual potency that might disable them from fulfilling their later tasks properly as a result of their enjoyment of the newcomer. All, even the very youngest, were well accustomed to sporting regular erections and experiencing frequent orgasms from their various sexual encounters within the brothel, and this was aided by the constant inclusion of the strongest aphrodisiacs in their diet.

The four boys restraining Anthonius were the last to enjoy the new boy's orifices when their burden was temporarily assumed by others. The bully commented, as the rape victim was finally released, "That should assist our new colleague to prepare for his new work and perhaps the others coming shortly might help as well!" However, before he could add further sarcastic remarks to the boy's indignities, the lad was upon him. Anthonius kicked the bully hard in the groin and, as the 16 years old began to collapse in agony, punched him in the face. Anthonius added a few more kicks to the bully's behind as he lay crying and curled up on the floor. The new boy, semen drooling out from both mouth and anus, stood over the bully and looked around. The others looked back at him but, instead of disdain, there was now respect in their eyes.

The brothel owner's wife entered the boy prostitute quarters to see what the commotion was and was not happy to see that the new boy had damaged one of her most experienced whores. She demanded an explanation. Anthonius had quickly wiped away the facial evidence of his rape and answered "Just a disagreement, Mistress, and I over-reacted. I'm sorry." "You will be very sorry," the woman responded, "for you will be severely punished, and I know just which customers will pay high prices to inflict the grief on you! Now behave and treat the other boys with respect. You're not an Imperial tart anymore. You're just like them now, a common whore available to anyone for anything as long as they cough up the right change! Where's the servant who was supposed to be preparing you?" The admonished Anthonius quietly replied that he did not know. "Well I'll find the idle lout," the woman continued, "and send him back to make sure that you cause no more upset, after I've given the lazy oaf's back a taste of the whip for his neglect." She then turned to leave.

The bully slowly crawled out from under Anthonius' astride legs and stood up, trying to wipe away the blood emanating from his reddened nose. He approached the new boy and held out his bloodstained right hand. "Hello," he said pleasantly, "they call me 'Narcissus'. It's not my real name but my working name. I only allow my closest friends to address me by my real name, which is 'Prodicus'. Will you call me 'Prodicus'?"

Chapter 37 - Debut

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. There 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.