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Pueros
The Lycian Prince
(1st version)
The continuing trials and tribulations of young Anthonius. Is he about to lose his boyhood in Germania, or will his genitals survive until another day?
Chapter 6 - Enemies
Niachiarus did not tell Anthonius that Diocletian had, in fact, accepted Casperius' advice to introduce branding. The major domo had cited three good reasons. It would help to remove any residual airs and graces, such attitudes being unwelcome in the new role. It would clearly designate the Emperor's ownership of his chattels and should remove from their minds, and those of others who might be concerned about them, any thoughts of a return to their former lives. Casperius always remembered how he had managed to so ingratiate himself with Diocletian during his own service as a boy companion that, instead of leaving belatedly at the age of 17, he had found it easy to displace his major domo predecessor. He wanted to make sure that he was not so readily usurped from the lucrative and influential post, and he did so by recognising potential future rivals early and then destroying their reputations with the Emperor. Anthonius, with his supreme beauty and royal pedigree, was the most serious potential future rival for Casperius' position to have appeared for some time, and so the major domo was setting out to break him from the start. The branding had just been the first step, and he was glad that Anthonius' half-brother, Lysus, had suggested it.
The roles of Casperius and Lysus within the Imperial court meant that they needed to liaise with each other about banquet arrangements on a regular basis. Both realised that the other was no potential rival, particularly as Lysus' main aim in life was to return to Lycia as king. Meanwhile much could be mutually gained from a good working alliance. Lysus had for years resented his father's obvious deep affection for Anthonius. He had only experienced paternal coldness. He also saw the boy as the major potential rival to his eventual assumption of the throne. He had exiled himself to Rome in order to secure Imperial support for his rights when the time came, recognising that this would be more decisive than the King's own choice of successor. Anthonius' entrapment as an Imperial boy catamite had been a dream come true. However, the boy was still a danger if he continued to be the apple of the Emperor's eye, and so Lysus was happy to join Casperius in plotting the youngster's downfall.
Niachiarus' reasons, for falsely reporting that Anthonius was retaining royal airs and graces and making plans to return to Lycia sooner rather than later, were simple enough. The eunuch hated his charges, even as pleasant a boy as Anthonius, for he was jealous of the wholeness of their bodies and wished that the Emperor had a harem of boy geldings instead. In fact, Niachiarus regularly dreamed of gaining his eventual freedom, when he would learn the skills of castration, find employment in a slave-market and practice on others at least some of what had been done to him. However, to achieve his dreams, he knew that he had to perform exceptionally well in his present function and so he had set out to become an excellent servant and instructor to his young charges, who came to rely heavily on him. Unfortunately, this reliance was misplaced for Niachiarus had also recognised that just being good at his official work would be insufficient to achieve his goals. He needed to ingratiate himself with Casperius more deeply. The fact that Niachiarus sadistically delighted in secretly informing on his boys, often mischievously and maliciously to cause them all sorts of problems, was a bonus. He had thoroughly enjoyed causing the boy trouble, especially when Casperius had put his lies to such excellent and permanently visible use.
Only Casperius had been around the boy harem long enough to perceive Niachiarus' secrets, the Nubian once letting his amiable façade slip in anger during the early days, and the major domo had put it to good use. The eunuch appreciated that, as with others previously, he had been appointed to look after the new boy not just to convert another spoiled brat into a good whore. Casperius' clear antipathy towards the newcomer promised interesting times ahead. Knowing the ruthlessness of the major domo, he wondered whether he might eventually enjoy the pleasure of castrating one of the young sluts after all.
Chapter 7 - Punishment
(April 290 A.D.)
Two weeks after his initiation, once his brand-marks had healed, Anthonius was brought before Casperius. The major domo gloatingly advised him that the Emperor was away visiting Umbria but would be back soon to enjoy more of the delights of his new boy companion. Meanwhile, in his absence, it was the major domo's role to provide the Imperial boy companions with any chastisements they may have due. He revealed that he had discussed the matter of Anthonius' unauthorised ejaculations during his initiation ceremony with the Emperor and had recommended that, for such disgraceful desecrations of ritual, eight strokes of the cane would be appropriate. Casperius paused whilst Anthonius, whom he had learnt had never been punished in such a way before, digested the implications of this. However, if he hoped to see fear, he was disappointed as the boy just stood waiting for him to continue, apparently emotionless. This infuriated Casperius because he jealously disliked bravery but he hid his displeasure, in anticipation of the boy's bravado quickly rebounding, and went on to report to the boy that the Emperor had unfortunately rejected the recommendation. The Emperor had suggested instead that Anthonius' slave had to take equal blame for inadequately preparing the boy who was, after all, a newcomer to such ritual. Consequently, Anthonius would receive only four strokes of the cane whilst Niachiarus would receive four stokes of the whip. Anthonius now made the mistake for which the major domo had been hoping when he pleaded for his slave not to be punished. Casperius told him not to be so impertinent, he was no longer a Prince and had to bow unquestioningly to the decisions of his betters. For his impertinence, he would receive four more strokes of the cane, restoring his punishment to the originally recommended eight strokes, and his slave would still be whipped. The major domo declared that he would himself perform the eunuch's whipping now, in front of Anthonius, who would then present himself later at dusk for his own caning, to be performed in front of the other boy companions.
Despite his brave front, Anthonius was terrified at being caned. He had generally been a good boy but, like all, had occasionally been sufficiently naughty to justify such chastisement. However, he had been so loved by his mother and father that he had never been so punished. He therefore spent the hours leading up to his first beating in quiet dread, especially after seeing the agony and wounds inflicted on Niachiarus during his whipping. Slowly the hour approached and he had to walk back to the pleasure chamber, shivering in apprehension. Anthonius was faced with Casperius and the other boys reclining casually on the couches, but his shivers intensified when he saw a small wooden horse, as high as his waist, placed on the entertainment dais with a long thick cane leaning against it. Casperius gestured Anthonius onto the dais next to the horse and ordered Armillatus to strip him of his loincloth. Anthonius now stood naked before the assembly, knowing better than to try to cover himself with his hands and recognising that everyone was enjoying the novelty of inspecting the new boy's naked body, particularly his degrading brandings. Their chuckling drove home the humiliating fact that he was the only boy companion to bear them. Casperius also enjoyed the satisfaction of perceiving Anthonius' dejection and fear, but fear, he happily observed, accompanied demeaningly by a raging erection.
Casperius compound the boy's humiliation and worry by saying, to sniggering from the other boys, "Well, Anthonius, you ruined last week's initiation by not being able to control your bodily functions and it seems you still cannot control them. You really are a little whore who's found his proper role in life, aren't you! Lycian prince? More like brothel prince if you ask me! It'll be interesting to see if you're still so excited after your caning. Armillatus, chain him up!" Armillatus then brought Anthonius to the horse, bent him over it and shackled him in place. It had been adjusted so that the boy's bum was perfectly presented for his caning. Casperius now stood and approached purposefully. He picked up the cane and practised swinging it close to Anthonius' backside so that the naked boy could appreciate the noise and draft it made. The major domo then brought the cane to rest on Anthonius' buttocks and teased the boy by rubbing it gently up and down on them. He was pleased that he could now see the boy visibly begin to shake in fright and rhetorically wondered with satisfaction where the boy's bravado had gone. Then he lifted the malicious cane away from the gorgeous smoothness of the young backside that he was now cheerfully going to damage and paused. He could see the Anthonius tensing for the first blow and cruelly waited a while for him to relax slightly before swinging the cane viciously. It landed with a loud crack but then disappointingly there was silence. The boy was trying not to scream, biting his tongue to stop doing so. Casperius knew that that would not last long and he was proved right when the next stroke brought forth loud crying which then remained until the last swing had been made, intensifying with each.
Casperius examined his handiwork by sight and touch. He saw and felt eight lovely red and purple stripes extending from the top of the boy's buttocks down to where they met his legs. A couple had crossed, producing some blood. However, there seemed to be evidence that Anthonius had produced another bodily emission, and it was not waste because the boy had been carefully emptied of that earlier. Casperius, although he already knew what it was, asked Armillatus to identify it. The boy companion kneeled to examine the white substance dripping from the horse to the floor and traced its origin. He regained his feet and advised the major domo that Anthonius appeared to have produced seed again. Casperius smiled evilly, saying "You dirty whore, you've done it again", before laughing heartily. All the other boys joined in the laughter, except the one prone across the horse, now quietly sobbing in agony and shame. Still laughing, the major domo declared "Hopefully, you will finally learn the need to control yourself with four more strokes", and swung the cane again. He would have found another excuse to extend the caning further but realised that he might find harsher punishment difficult to justify to the Emperor on his return, especially as it could cause permanent damage. Instead, he contented himself with allowing the other boy companions to inspect the wheals as intimately as they wanted, and all made use of the opportunity.
Diocletian returned a week later and Anthonius again found himself dancing at the evening banquet. This time, the Emperor and guests were particularly amused by the sight of the boy's unique brandings and the dull but still noticeable indications across the boy's backside of his recent punishment, both visible as the flaps of his loincloth again rode up and down with his busy movements. Later, Diocletian bedded Anthonius for the second time and, on this occasion, for the whole night, during which the boy gained little rest. The Emperor was usually quite conservative in his bed, liking the same foreplay routines to be followed, the mutual kissing and licking followed by the sucking of his penis almost to climax. However, he did vary the positions the boys had to assume in readiness for their penetration before invariably afterwards requiring fellatio from them. On this night, Anthonius was subjected to the routine four times, interspersed by short bouts of sleep. He was buggered the first time in the same way he was when he was deflowered, then twice whilst lying facedown and finally by lowering himself onto his sodomiser's seemingly insatiable member and then fucking himself on it. Anthonius came twice again himself but the Emperor, evidently in a happy mood, did not tell Casperius about this and the boy escaped subsequent punishment, although he felt the lingering pain in his bum and mouth was punishment enough.
Over the next month, Diocletian chose Anthonius as his bed boy every night, often after something of an orgy in the pleasure chamber where the other boy companions would entertain the Emperor first by having various forms of sex with each other. Diocletian's subsequent overnight focus on Anthonius caused no surprise or resentment, as new boys were usually popular in this way with the Emperor for a while, although the regularity was unusual. Sometimes Diocletian was too tired or drunk to have more than one sex session with the boy but, at other times, his appetite extended again to four and once to five. Anthonius himself estimated that, on average, he had been sodomised and forced to perform fellatio three times each night, in other words about ninety of each over the month. However, Niachiarus was amazed to find that the boy's hole had remained remarkably tight, given the amount of attention it had received from Diocletian's cock, and consequently every penetration would still incur pain. The lad's genitals on the other hand had expanded noticeably, to the eunuch's expectations and the Emperor's delight.
Chapter 8 - Games
(May & June 290 A.D.)
Then the nights with Diocletian stopped abruptly and Anthonius was introduced to an athletics trainer. Until then, Anthonius had never heard of the games for boy athletes that the Emperor held every year in honour of the gods. When he was told about them, he quickly appreciated Diocletian's real motive for, as well as being competent athletes, the participants were expected to be pleasing to the eye. What better way for the plebeian boy elite of the Empire to be inspected, especially as the only attire they were permitted during events was a tiny light blue thong? Anthonius was also sure that Diocletian would have followed the Greek fashion of complete nudity if public Roman morals had allowed.
Anthonius was told that Diocletian wanted his new boy companion to participate in the next games, which were imminent. He would be the first boy companion to do so. The Emperor had apparently heard, amongst other things when enquiring about Anthonius in Lycia, that the boy would have been a promising athlete if his royal status had not prevented him competing. He had been informed that the boy had been successful in private challenges with some of his friends who were champions, or nearly, in their age group. It was the first time that Anthonius realised the extent to which Diocletian had enquired into his background, and he could not deny the truthfulness of this particular piece of information. He was a very fast sprinter who also possessed good stamina for longer runs. He was not as big and strong as many boys of similar age but he made up for this, in events such as throwing the discus and javelin, with excellent technique. His one weakness was in wrestling. No-one was supposed to fight a Prince and so he had had little practice. Only his closest friends had secretly tangled with him and they usually came out on top.
Anthonius was told that Diocletian wanted to give him the opportunity, denied to him in the past, to compete and show his paces. He was not told that Casperius and Lysus had cleverly seized the opportunity, when Diocletian had drunkenly bragged that his new boy favourite could beat anyone at the forthcoming games, to suggest that the boy be allowed to justify the Emperor's faith. Knowing that Diocletain liked challenges, they then clinched his agreement by entering into a bet. If Anthonius matched his reputation by coming first in his discipline, they would provide the costly entertainment at the games closing banquet at their own expense. If Anthonius failed to achieve this, they could have the boy publicly beaten as part of that entertainment for incompetence and shaming his Imperial master. Diocletian regretted his decision in later sobriety, when he realised it would deprive him of his bed companion for at least a month, but felt that he could not change it as that would undermine his boasts. Casperius and Lysus confidently expected Anthonius to fall flat on his face both metaphorically and actually, given that many of his opponents were semi-professionals participating regularly in games throughout the Empire. However, they agreed to take no chances. Lysus had as usual had been charged with organising the games, and he would make certain arrangements to make sure that the boy failed.
Anthonius was fascinated by the prospect of the games, as he enjoyed athletics and contests, but was also wary. He knew that most of the spectators invited by Diocletian would, like the Emperor, not be there to watch the competitions but the young, pretty, near-nude competitors. However, he also knew that he could not decline the invitation and, after four weeks of intensive training, and enforced celibacy, he found himself dancing again at a banquet, one held to celebrate the opening of the games on the following day. This time he was the first entertainment and his body was covered only by a boy athlete's sparse thong, his naked bum and demeaning branding visible for all to see. Later, his trainer escorted him to the barracks that accommodated the now gathered 400 or so boy athletes. The prizes for success in the games were such that they came from all over the Empire and beyond.
The games were to take place in a small amphitheatre, with terraced seating for about 400 guests, specially built within the palace for this and other similar essentially private Imperial events. The barracks were located under the terracing, and comprised three main sections. These were the boy's sleeping quarters, the trainer's sleeping quarters and a joint refectory. Both sleeping quarters contained both large and small open cells, with varying numbers of simple clean uncovered beds for groups and individuals, and communal baths and toilets. Anthonius found himself deposited in an individual cell. He lay on his crude bed and thought about the day ahead until tiredness finally overcame him. He was awoken around midnight by the entry into his cell of five other boys, the largest of whom was carrying a torch and shouted "Get him!"
Ceionius was from one of the Spanish provinces and he was undefeated octathlon champion in his age group at all the games he had attended throughout the Empire, and he had won the event for 12 years olds at the previous Imperial games. A former Roman legionary trained him, and he knew all the tricks of his new trade. They had helped make both him and his pupil quite well off, but he was ruthlessly determined to become richer. The first advantage they had over the other boys in the 13 years old age group was the fact that Ceionius was 15, and big and strong even for that age. A senior official in the boy's hometown had received a large bribe when certifying the child's birth date. The second advantage was that they researched their opponents well to identify the most likely challengers to Ceionius' supremacy. The third advantage was that they then proceeded to nobble those opponents, often with the help of an acquiescent little gang of lesser boy athletes that Ceionius had managed to accumulate, mainly through intimidation. They had already made sure three other boys would under-perform and now it was Anthonius' turn. They had waited impatiently for the boy companion's belated arrival but, now that it had occurred, they put their plan into action. It was chancy because it relied on Anthonius not complaining to his Imperial master about bullying, but the potential rewards were so great that they relied on their principal informant's judgement about the boy's character and took the risk. The informant was, after all, the organiser of the games, who also happened to be the boy's estranged half-brother.
Anthonius found his limbs pinned by four of the intruders, who then produced long leather cords and bound them tightly to the legs of the bed so that the boy was immovably splayed out. He was prevented from crying out by the fifth who, having placed his torch in an empty holder on the wall to illuminate the scene, rapidly stuffed a cloth into the boy's mouth and tied it in place with another cord. Despite his bewilderment, Anthonius had already guessed correctly that this larger lad was the leader before he quietly said "Hello, Imperial bumboy, I'm Ceionius and we'll be competing against each other in the octathlon tomorrow. I do like to introduce myself in the proper manner to fellow athletes. Now, what have we here? You've been branded like a slave. I thought you used to be a Prince. My, you've really come down in the world, haven't you." Ceionius then produced a knife and pressed it lightly into Anthonius' throat, producing a tiny droplet of blood, before moving it delicately in a zig-zag fashion down the petrified boy's chest and belly and finally resting it on the bulge of his thong. Goose pimples formed all over Anthonius' body as he felt the knife descend down his body, but the boy was disgusted to have to admit to himself that they did not seem to stem only from his fright. "Boys, I think I'll cut something off him", Ceionius said, and Anthonius, in his terror, thought that surely they could not be planning to emasculate him. Ceionius had planned to introduce this very speculation into the boy's head and pressed the point of the dagger harder into the protuberance. Anthonius wet himself as Ceionius thought he might. The five captors laughed when they saw the dark stain discolour the thong, their leader saying with a broad grin "Dear me, look what the dirty slut's done. Better have that off for cleaning!" He severed each side of the thong's waist cord with the knife, grabbed the underneath of the garment and pulled it off to reveal Anthonius' semi-erect and still expanding cock and his balls encased in the golden cockring. On seeing this, Ceionius declared "Look boys, he's wearing a nice cockring like a good bumboy should, and……..hmmm, the bumboy seems to like us" before encouraging the further growth of Anthonius' penis by rubbing the knife up and down its length. When, despite Anthonius' attempted resistance, his cock had become rigidly erect, Ceionius ordered "Right, get him into position". The four boys, two either side of the bed, then placed their hands under the splayed Anthonius' naked backside and lifted it off the bed, causing the cords restraining his limbs to bite painfully into the flesh. Ceionius produced yet another long leather cord and wrapped and bound it tightly around Anthonius' erection. He then stood on the bed to tie the other end of the cord to an overhead beam, carefully sizing the intervening length. When he had finished, he said "Right let him go. This should please him." As the boys did so, they could hear Anthonius emit a muffled scream into his gag.
Anthonius quickly tensed the muscles of his stretched arms and legs even further to prevent his bum lowering any more towards the bed, but he knew that he would be unable to keep this up for long. He could see that his cock and balls were already distorted from stretching and he was unsure of the distance remaining between his uplifted posterior and the bed, and what damage would be caused when he could no longer prevent himself collapsing onto it. Whilst Anthonius pondered this, Ceionius, having carefully surveyed his handiwork, said "Well boys, we've said hello. It's time to let the poor bumboy sleep. He'll need all his energies if he's up against me tomorrow. Sweet dreams bumboy!" and, to the bound boy's horror, all five left, giggling amongst themselves and taking the torch with them.
Anthonius spent the next few hours sobbing in excruciating torment as weakening limbs and gravity slowly forced his backside back onto the bed. The boy felt that the resultant forces pulling on his genitals had to rip them from his body or at least irreparably tear them. However, Ceionius' trainer had learnt this particular torture from his legionary days and had expertly passed on its refinements to his pupil who, with practice and the odd early accident with some inconsequential victims, had himself become quite adept in ensuring maximum discomfort without permanent damage. Ceionius sent one of his gang just after dawn to release Anthonius, whose agony by then had somehow been overtaken by merciful slumber. It had been the calculation of Ceionius and his trainer that the humiliation and sleep deprivation alone inflicted on Anthonius would cause him to compete poorly. The fact that it was also very difficult for an athlete to perform with a severe groin strain was a bonus.
After release, Anthonius lay on the bed for a while grasping his tortured genitals. When he eventually regained his senses and composure, he went to the baths to cleanse and restore his stretched and fatigued body. He gave special attention to his tear-stained face, drawn and red raw penis and scrotum and wearied arm and leg muscles. Luckily, no-one was about at that early hour and he had the baths to himself. He dressed in a spare thong and returned to his bed but he gained little rest before his trainer arrived.
Anthonius was in the parade of about 400 boy athletes that entered the amphitheatre later that morning. His character was of a different calibre to that of the boys Ceionius and his trainer had come across previously and he had recovered sufficiently from his ordeal to want to compete successfully, if only to defeat Ceionius. However, he was worried about the affect the groin discomfort he was experiencing would have on his performance. All the boys heard the lecherous shouts and whistles from amongst the full crowd, which almost exclusively comprised men. Soon the opening ceremonial was over and the boys ran to their various event positions either for an immediate start or to wait the turn of their particular age group.
There were the same eight events in each age group, running for 400, 800, 1600 and 3200 paces, discus, javelin, long jump and wrestling, plus the octathlon which combined all of them and was the most prestigious and had the richest prizes. Boys tended either to specialist in one or two events or try for the octathlon. There were five age groups, 11s, 12s, 13s, 14s and 15s. The arena was elliptical in shape with two tall columns at each end, 200 paces apart, around which the runners simply ran to achieve their laps. There was a sandpit at the side for the long jump. The throwing events took place along the main arena between the running events. The wrestling took place at various points around the arena and was always the last event.
Anthonius and his 19 fellow competitors in the 13s octathlon had to wait for over an hour for their first event, the 400 run, to begin. Ceionius won easily with Anthonius' groin problems causing him to run in a disappointing 8th, in a time well below his best. Ceionius and his trainer immediately thought that their nobbling had worked and wrote the boy off as a threat. However, Anthonius cursed himself for paying attention to his pain instead of ignoring it and decided that he would not make the same mistake again in the next event, the long jump, which happened to be Ceionius' worst. This event was dissimilar to the standing jump of games held in the Greek style in that participants were permitted a run-up. Anthonius' first of two permitted attempts had to be aborted when, in his eagerness, he fouled the take off line but he sprinted as fast as he had ever done to take off for the second. He felt himself flying through the air and, when he landed, he heard loud cheering from the nearby crowd and from the Imperial box. His jump had far outstripped the previous leading effort. Ceionius came 12th and suddenly Anthonius found himself leading Ceionius in the competition. The 20 competitors were awarded 20 points for coming first in an event, 19 for second and so on. Anthonius therefore now had 32 points and Ceionius 28, but someone else with one 2nd and one 4th place actually led overall on 35 points. However, there was still a long way to go.
The next event was the 800 run. This was Anthonius' most awkward distance because it made least use of his sprinting and stamina capabilities but he ran in a commendable 3rd behind a victorious Ceionius. The last event of the day was the discus and Anthonius' excellent technique could not quite match Ceionius' power, the two being 2nd and 1st respectively, but the two boys left the arena equal leaders overall.
Anthonius knew that Ceionius was bound to try to do something nasty to him again that night and so he had made arrangements to sleep elsewhere. Whilst waiting for their various events to start, he had befriended another seemingly lonely boy competitor, Sura, who had ended the day in 5th place. Their conversations soon revealed that they had both been Ceionius' victims and Sura readily agreed to allow Anthonius to share his individual cell, where they ended up sharing much more. Anthonius was prepared to sleep on the floor but Sura told him not to be so silly, there was enough room on his bed for two. Both had been told that they had to resist their natural bodily urges whilst in training for the games, but the resultant desperate need and the presence of a pretty near-naked companion next them on the bed produced the inevitable result. It all began innocently enough with apparently accidental contacts as they tried to sleep but gradually the touches would linger longer and eventually shared lust removed inhibitions. They kissed and played with each other's bodies passionately until mutual masturbation and later sucking satisfied them and they fell soundly asleep in each other's arms. Meanwhile, Ceionius was furious at not being able to find his intended victim but could not risk searching the whole barracks for him. He would have to sabotage his rival in another way.
Their first event of the second and last day was the 1600 run. Anthonius had just taken the lead from Ceionius on the last lap when he felt a foot hit his ankle, causing him to tumble to the floor. He saw the wicked look on Ceionius' face as he ran past to enjoy his victory, with a shocked and sore Anthonius trailing in last. With only three events to go, there was now surely no way that he could overcome the resultant 19-point deficit to overtake Ceionius, but he continued to try his best. A supreme effort won him the javelin but a confident Ceionius was happy with 2nd place.
In the 3200 race, Anthonius carefully watched Ceionius but he forgot about his gang, and one of them was also competing in their discipline. The collision bringing both boys to the ground looked accidental but Anthonius knew otherwise. As Ceionius disappeared into a distant lead, Anthonius quickly regained his feet to begin the forlorn chase. However, he soon realised that he would not be able to catch his rival, although another boy was beginning to do that. Anthonius wished him the best and concentrated instead on gaining third place. Then, suddenly, there was a loud gasp from the crowd and Anthonius looked up to see the two leaders on the ground. As he passed the tangle of bodies, he recognised that the other boy was Sura. Despite his fall, Anthonius was too good for the remaining 17 other lads and romped to victory. Ceionius, having kicked Sura in the groin, came next-to-last. Anthonius and Ceionius were again level on points but the former's worst and the latter's best event, the wrestling, was still to come to close the competition.
Only the top four fought each other to establish the final standings and Anthonius had been paired first against Sura, who was guaranteed overall 4th place despite sacrificing a good position in the last run to help his friend. The prize for overall 4th was not insignificant and so Sura happily discreetly threw the wrestling to allow Anthonius to face Ceionius, easily victorious in the earlier fight. Anthonius knew that his friend had done and was more determined than ever to overcome Ceionius in the final. However, he also knew that he would have to use guile. He was sure that the much bigger boy's size, strength and technique would be too good for him in a straight fight. There were three bouts, the winner being the first to bring his opponent to his knees, within a designated circle, in two of them. Anthonius formulated his plan and quietly prayed to the gods that it worked. He was determined that Ceionius should not win.
The contest took place immediately in front of the Imperial box. In the opening bout, Anthonius used his speed and the perimeters of the circle to full advantage to prevent Ceionius from grasping him, as he knew that this would be fatal. Ceionius was confident of beating the seemingly terrified wimp running around in front of him avoiding contact, and should have waited patiently for the boy to be coaxed into combat by the whips of the judges who would not allow such behaviour to continue for too long. However, Ceionius was over-confident and lurched out to grab the infuriating coward. Anthonius allowed the approach until Ceionius almost had him but then suddenly darted to one side tripping his opponent as he did so. To everyone's surprise, Ceionius found himself sprawled on the ground.
Anthonius knew that Ceionius would not lose the second bout so easily. It started the same as before but this time Ceionius sensibly waited for the judge's whips to threaten his opponent's bare back, forcing the boy towards him. Ceionius then had him within reach and grabbed an arm. He quickly also had a leg and soon moved his hold to the boy's nude rump, lifted with all his strength and executed a successful and fierce throw to the ground, which hurt Anthonius. Now victory or defeat would depend upon the last bout.
Ceionius' confidence had returned and he now expected the third tussle to be just a repeat of the second, especially as Anthonius seemed to be injured. However, he was quickly disillusioned. Instead of again holding back, Anthonius came straight for his surprised opponent. Ceionius managed to grasp Anthonius but not cleanly and he found the boy's smaller body backing into him. Ceionius was trying to gain a better grip when he experienced excruciating pain shoot up his right leg and, as he lifted it slightly for relief, he felt his other leg begin to slip. Anthonius had actually stamped with all his might on Ceionius right foot and was now attempting to trip the other. The manoeuvre worked superbly for, as Ceionius lost his balance, Anthonius was able, by backing in further, to use the bigger boy's own weight against him. Ceionius found himself somersaulting over Anthonius into the dust to roars of acclaim from the crowd and, especially, the Imperial box, where only Casperius and Lysus were silent.
Anthonius was bursting with pride as he collected his laurels from a similarly proud Diocletian. The boy was just as pleased to see the expressions on the faces of Ceionius and his trainer when they came forward to receive their lesser awards, and on Sura when he realised that he was being given the prize-money for both 1st and 4th places. However, Anthonius later had to pay a price for his victory because the Emperor's passion for him had never been so intense. After dancing at the closing banquet, the boy had to share the Imperial bed not only for the whole night but for all of the following day and night as well. He was never to know that the post-games entertainments required from him could easily have been completely different, and much more humiliating and painful.
Whilst Anthonius was spending the 36 hours pleasuring Diocletain, Casperius and Lysus met to discuss their serious under-estimation of the boy. Not only had their plan failed, it had also enhanced the slut's prestige and cost them a lot of money. They decided that, for now, the tart was unassailable and so they would patiently bide their time. An opportunity to destroy him would come sooner or later. Meanwhile, they had noticed the role that Sura had had in the disaster. They would just have to wreak their revenge on him for now.
Chapter 9 - Germania
(August 290 A.D.)
Anthonius had felt that he had spent most of the month since the games in Diocletian's bed and had hoped for some respite when the Emperor left for Germania to inspect the legions there. However, Diocletian chose him as one of the four accompanying boy companions, another of whom was Armillatus. A further month later, the large Imperial caravan found itself resting on the banks of the Rhine, a couple of days away from the legions' main base but in an area that had been peaceable for many years. It was a glorious summer's day and Diocletian had gone hunting with the Praetorian cavalry contingent, leaving the Imperial encampment guarded by just a few foot soldiers. Anthonius had become quite friendly with Armillatus during their journey and the two boys were frolicking with each other in a nearby small tributary stream. As the Emperor insisted that boy companions were never seen naked outside the harem, the two had found a secluded spot, hidden by trees, in which to have their fun. However, as they played, a loud commotion arose in the encampment. Both quickly redressed in their loincloths and ran back to find the encampment under attack by a large force of German warriors, fearsome in their beards and spectacular horned headgear. Without hesitation, Anthonius picked up a short sword discarded by a slain Roman soldier and entered the fray. A terrified unarmed Armillatus followed him, not knowing what else to do. Lycian Princes were taught swordsmanship from a very early age and Anthonius had been a fast and able learner. Despite, or perhaps because of his slight size, he took several Germans by surprise, saving a young Praetorian from a death blow as he did so. He could see the look of shock in the faces of his victims as they realised that they had received a fatal wound from the weapon of a small boy. However, the battle was quickly coming to an end as the Germans overpowered the small number of surprised Roman soldiers. Anthonius, with Armillatus still at his back, was speedily surrounded by the enemy, and they began to close in for the kill.
The German warriors were stopped in their tracks by a bellowed command. A man, clearly their leader from his magnificent war apparel, emerged through their ranks, looking at Anthonius. The chieftain had recently been to Rome, ostensibly on a trading mission but actually on a spying one to find out about Diocletian's plans for this visit to his country. The chieftain's tribe had suffered much at Roman hands over the years and the plan had been to assassinate the Emperor. The chieftain had been a guest at Diocletian's birthday banquet and so instantly recognised the boy whom he had seen from afar killing some of his best men. He called on Anthonius to surrender in understandable Latin, albeit with a strong Germanic accent, but received a shout of "Never!" for his trouble. It was then that the chieftain saw Armillatus cowering behind the tiny defiant boy warrior and, perceiving his opportunity said "Surrender and I'll let your friend go free. Continue to refuse and I'll have him tortured to death very, very slowly." Anthonius heard Armillatus whimper behind him and he knew that he had no choice. The boy threw his sword to the ground.
"Good," the chieftain responded, "now you will place your hands on your head and let some of my men approach you from behind." Anthonius complied and soon sensed the men's careful approach. He heard Armillatus being dragged away and felt two sword points press into his lower back. The chieftain continued his instructions "Slowly drop your hands behind your back and allow the men to bind them."
As soon as Anthonius was bound, he was held by the arms by two Germans and pulled roughly in front of their chieftain, who punched the boy hard in the stomach. Anthonius' body instinctively tried to double up but the tight hold on his arms prevented this and, by the time the boy had partially recovered, the chieftain's knife was at his throat. "Now, Roman boy harlot," he said, "you will have to pay for the lives of the men you killed." He moved the knife so that it pressed against Anthonius' covered genitals and continued "Their next of kin will enjoy first cutting these off." He moved the knife slowly upwards to the boy's navel, "Then cutting your innards out." He moved the knife again slowly upwards to the boy's chest, "Before finally extracting your heart whilst you still live. We'll enjoy sending them all later, along with your head, to your Imperial whore-master. And, by the way, as you're so good at it, you'll dance in honour of our gods before we sacrifice you to them. If you don't, I'll have to reconsider our agreement over your friend." The chieftain then dismissed Anthonius from his presence with another belly punch and, this time, the boy was allowed to fall onto his knees in agony.
Elsewhere in the encampment, the other Germans were completing their ugly work. It had been recognised early that they had missed Diocletian, so they just concentrated on killing as many Romans as possible, men, women and children, and setting fire to their tents, equipment and baggage. There would be no room for prisoners and loot in the speedy flight they would have to make to escape their enemy's subsequent wrath, apart from the traditional human sacrificial offering with whom they would celebrate victory, and their chieftain had already made his selection. However, there had been enough time to rape the prettier women, girls and boys before their throats were cut. One of the other two boy companions was amongst the victims. The other was one of the lucky few who had escaped to the forest that surrounded the grizzly scene on three sides.
Anthonius and Armillatus found themselves with their hands bound behind their backs and connected together about two paces apart by a rope tied to their necks, Armillatus leading. His neck was also bound to the chieftain's horse, a further six paces in front. Once the Germans set off to return as quickly as possible to their tribal homeland, the boys had to trot to keep up. Fortunately, many of the Germans were also unmounted so the pace was not too taxing, and they managed to avoid falling. Short rests were taken at hourly intervals and a longer one during the hours of darkness overnight. However, the boys received no water, apart from what they could lick up themselves from puddles, and were not allowed to toilet, forcing them to wet themselves. By the time that the German's home village had been reached by the following nightfall, both youngsters were not only exhausted but also parched and filthy.
The arrival of the returning warriors was greeted ecstatically by the village's population. The boy captives were bound for display to two stakes at the centre of the village, where they were to receive special treatment from the children. They were tormented for many hours by delirious boys and girls, screaming and spitting bile. By the time that the village had quietened as most retired to their beds, the boys were dripping from head to toe in phlegm. They remained bound to the stakes overnight, somehow slumbering occasionally despite being on their feet. At dawn, some warriors came to drag Armillatus away and two men in long black priestly robes collected Anthonius. They guided the weakened boy deep into the surrounding forest until they came to a fast running stream, where they allowed the dehydrated youngster, hands still bound behind his back, his fill of the pure cold liquid. They then stripped him, allowed him to toilet and cleaned him and his loincloth thoroughly in the chilly water, before redressing him in the now damp garment and taking him even further into the forest. Suddenly, they emerged into the sunlight onto a high cliff-face. On all sides behind them, there was nothing but trees and, far below them, the forest just seemed to continue endlessly as far as the eye could see. The priests led Anthonius to a rocky promontory and onto a ledge just below the highest point. He saw that strange symbols had been carved into part of the inclined rockface. The boy shuddered when he saw that metal rings with attached shackles were also embedded there. It therefore came as no surprise to him that he was again deprived of his loincloth and chained, naked and spreadeagled, to the rockface facing the huge expanse of trees below him. The priests uttered some incantations and one sprayed Anthonius with some scented liquid, from a small jar that he had carried in the pocket of his gown, before leaving the boy alone to contemplate the vast wilderness before him. As Anthonius did so, his cock slowly but surely grew to full erection as he guiltily recognised that his predicament had produced not only fear within him but also sexual excitement.
As he lay splayed to the rock for lonely hour after hour, all sorts of ideas flooded through Anthonius' mind as to the reason for his display. Was this where he was to be sacrificed? If so, there could be few spectators. Were the Germans now sacrificing him in a different way to that described by the chieftain and a huge eagle or some other monster would shortly appear to devour him? Such thoughts kept him awake despite his tiredness. So did the attentions of flies and midges on his nude frame. He found himself constantly trying to shift his body to avoid their bites but his natural libido, stimulated as designed by his cockring and the aphrodisiacs constantly flowing through his body, caused this to have an embarrassing side affect. The frequent sudden movements encouraged further stimulation in his loins and eventually produced the inevitable result. His semen spilt out over his groin and legs and onto the rock not once but twice as time passed slowly by. The priests came for him at dusk, replaced his loincloth and took him to an empty stockade just outside the village. There he was fed and watered but, with his hands remaining tied behind his back, he had to eat and drink from bowls on the ground like a dog before he was again chained overnight to a wooden stake. However, this time he was allowed to sit on the ground. The priests returned at dawn and the ritual of the previous day was repeated. Anthonius was never to understand the meaning of his days chained to the rock.
The following day started out the same as the previous two but, after he had been cleansed and redressed, he was returned to the stockade where one of the priests spoke directly to him for the first time. In faltering Latin, the priest managed to convey to a fearful Anthonius that his sacrifice would take place the next day and carefully explained to the shocked boy what was expected of him if the other Roman boy was to live. Afterwards, Anthonius was left bound to the stake to contemplate his awful fate and the fact that he was being forced to provide the preliminary degrading entertainment celebrating his own horrific sacrifice. The day and night seemed to pass very slowly to the boy as the terror of what was going to happen built up inside him. However, dawn finally came and Anthonius was subjected to the normal cleaning and redressing routine before being escorted by the priests into the centre of the village.
The whole population of about one thousand had gathered in a large circle around a now solitary wooden stake, boisterously enjoying a breakfast feast. All sat on the ground apart from the chieftain who sat on a huge wooden throne carved in the shape of an eagle. Armillatus was nowhere to be seen. To loud cheers and insults from the crowd, Anthonius was brought before the chieftain and, as instructed, knelt and kissed the dirt immediately in front of the man before climbing back onto his feet. The boy's bonds were untied and music, crudely played, started. Anthonius danced as well as he had ever done for he knew that Armillatus' life depended upon a good performance. As instructed, he slowly stripped during the dance. To resounding cheers, the rear flap of his loincloth was the first item to be removed, followed later by the front flap and finally by the undercloth. Many of the cheers changed to rude shouts and laughter when everyone saw the hardness of the boy's cock. The music eventually finished and Anthonius re-performed his homage before the chieftain, his humiliation compounded by his nakedness and vivid display of sexual arousal in front of so many people. A pause in the music allowed one of the priests, with a small jar in his left hand, to re-approach Anthonius. The priest poured oil from the jar into his right hand and then proceeded to anoint the boy in the oil from head to toe. Anthonius tried to hide his guilty excitement as the oil was applied to his nude body but could not stop closing his eyes and uttering a lone moan of pleasure as it caressed his genitals. When the music and his dance restarted, Anthonius' body glistened radiantly and his penis was rigid.
When the boy's dance eventually finished, the chieftain signalled and a man, a brother of one of the warriors killed by Anthonius, emerged from the crowd and guided the frightened lad to the stake. He proceeded to bind the boy's feet tightly to its base and his hands high above him, stretching the boy's naked body as much as possible. Slow sinister music began and the man drew a large knife from a scabbard attached to his waist and held it in his right hand. Anthonius could see that the blade was extremely sharp, probably honed over and over during the past few days just for this moment. The man grabbed Anthonius' erection with his left had and, as the boy anticipated, started to masturbate it. Anthonius had been told that he would be milked of his seed before his genitals were severed. He therefore tried to fight the rapidly increasing sensations of sexual pleasure seeping through his body but it was to no avail as he began to realise in dread that the inevitable climax was close. However, the man suddenly stopped his pumping and stood back to allow the crowd to see the full results of his work so far. Everyone could now see Anthonius' engorged penis throbbing wildly from the horizontal back towards his stomach and his body writhing in lust. Their cheers and insults reached a new crescendo. The man looked directly at Anthonius' tear-stained face as he re-approached the boy to finish his task. Anthonius saw the bloodthirsty cruelty in the man's eyes as he grasped the boy's penis again and placed the blade of the knife on the underside of his scrotum. The touch alone was enough to take Anthonius over the top.
Anthonius could not help but continue to look into the eyes of the man who was about to emasculate him as he experienced the ecstasy of his last orgasm. However, the swift upward thrust of the knife that would dismember him never came. Instead, the boy saw the man's eyes glaze over, felt his grasp on the still rigid and ejaculating cock fall away and the coldness of metal on his balls disappear. Anthonius knew that the man was dead long before he hit the ground and saw an arrow squarely embedded in his back. Pandemonium broke out as arrows rained down on the crowd and everyone started to scatter. Anthonius now observed Roman horsemen emerging from the surrounding forest and start to hack the fleeing Germans to pieces before noticing that one was coming straight for him. As he closed, recognition stirred the boy. It was the same young Praetorian he had saved during the attack on the Imperial encampment.
The young Praetorian had, as commanded, rescued Anthonius from his bondage and quickly raced away with him to safety. He was loathe to leave his comrades in the Roman raiding party to face the possibility of the shocked Germans regrouping but he had been ordered to return the boy to the Emperor without waiting. However, after an hour's hard ride, his horse needed resting and he stopped by the sides of a stream. The halt would also give him the chance to check on the boy's condition, clean off the sticky oil and find some covering for him. He jumped off his horse and helped the naked youngster down as well. It was then that the young man realised that, despite his dishevelment, the boy was the most gorgeous creature that he had ever seen. He had always thought of himself as a man for girls only, but no girl had ever given him the thrill he now felt at observing the boy's exquisite form.
"I thank you for my life, brave Praetorian" Anthonius said as he his feet hit the ground. Whilst his horse trotted away to enjoy a leisurely drink, the young man replied "Well, we are even then, young master. I just need to check you're alright. Come, please let me look at you." Instinctively, Anthonius felt comfortable with the Praetorian, even in nakedness, and allowed his body to be inspected, keeping his hands at his sides. "You look a bit dirty and underfed but otherwise fine" the Praetorian said after his survey of the boy's dazzling body, trying to disguise the excitement in his voice and mopping sudden beads of sweat from his brow. However, Anthonius had already seen the signs of discomfort and recognised the reason for them.
The Praetorian collected a clean cloth from the haversack on his horse, dampened it in the stream and returned to start rubbing the oil and dirt off the acquiescent boy. He would have said nothing to Anthonius about recognising the white stains on the boy's loins and legs even if he had managed to regain the ability to speak as he proceeded with his task. However, Anthonius cock now betrayed his own excitement at his handling and was soon half-hard. This was a sight the poor young man, kneeling to finish his work by cleaning the boy's legs, simply could not resist and he felt himself instinctively reach out with his mouth to taste its magnificence. Anthonius closed his eyes as his penis was engulfed by the young man's lips and placed his hand on the Praetorian's head, drawing him closer. Lust now took both beyond reason and the dangers that their ardour represented. Instead of the pain and degradation experienced with Diocletian, Anthonius now felt only immense joy and gratitude. He had found the handsome young hero of his dreams. The Praetorian had never known such pleasure. He was in sexual paradise with a boy god.
The two infatuated lovers somehow ended up in a comfortable shaded grassy hollow where they repeatedly satiated their passions, interrupted only by short periods of respite and reflection in each other's arms. They declared their undying love for each other, formulating wild plots to run away together to distant lands, until, desire finally spent hours later, they reflected more soberly and sombrely on their situations. Both now recognised that Anthonius had to return to the Emperor and the Praetorian to his soldierly duties, and that this one day of love would be all they ever had. It was therefore with heavy hearts that the Praetorian wrapped Anthonius in his spare cloak and they remounted his horse to return to Roman territory.
Chapter 10 - Birthdays
(October 290 A.D.)
Two months later, having spent one of those months inspecting the legions, Diocletian was back in Rome with Anthonius and a rescued Armillatus. Much to the disgust of Casperius and Lysus, the Emperor now hailed Anthonius as a hero, having heard of his bravery from Armillatus, the young Praetorian and others. However, despite this acclaim, the boy, when he turned 14 on the 16th day of the month, still had to accept the traditional birthday present from Diocletian. As one of the boy companions had not returned from Germania, 18 lined up naked before the birthday boy to be milked by his mouth. Anthonius was violently sick afterwards. He knew that would mean another beating, but not immediately as he had an important duty to perform first.
Diocletian's young son coincidentally also celebrated his birthday in October, he was 11 on the next day. The Emperor spoiled the boy and tolerated most of his whims. The Prince hosted regular dinners for his retinue of friends from the noblest and richest families who shared his schooling, and Diocletian would usually agree to allow a boy companion to attend to act as the boy's cup-bearer. The Prince and his friends liked to humiliate the older boy companions, particularly by tempting them to remove their clothing. They achieved this by making ostensibly playful auction bids for the boy companions' tunics and loincloths. The boy companions invariably ended up accepting the final bids, despite the shame, because the money involved was always considerable and would be very useful for their impoverished families. None who acted as cup-bearer ever finished the evening without being naked. The Emperor indulged his son by turning a blind eye to the disregarding of his own order that boy companions were never to be seen unclothed outside the harem.
For the Prince's birthday, the Emperor had agreed to his request that Lysus arrange a banquet for him and his friends with the latest boy companion, of whom the Prince had heard so much from Lysus, providing some of the entertainment. Armillatus was to be the cup-bearer. When Anthonius arrived on the small dais at the centre of the Prince's entertainment chamber, his friend was already standing naked, red-faced with cup in hand, next to the Prince's couch, with he boy on the adjacent couch occasionally playing with the cup-bearer's erect genitals. Anthonius danced with his usual efficiency in front of the gathering of twelve 11 years old boys before being subjected to their auction game. As he had shed his tunic, they were bidding just for his loincloth but Anthonius resisted all the bids, despite them reaching unprecedented levels. He was more fortunate than the other boy companions in that money meant little to him. However, he noticed that the Prince had not made a bid. He was pondering this when he saw the boy adjacent to Armillatus squeeze the lad's balls harshly, making him drop his cup. The Prince looked at the floor to see his spilled drink, tutted and said that it looked as if his cup-bearer had earned a beating, before turning again to Anthonius. "Unless the former Prince here wants to remove his loincloth for nothing, when I'll forgive the useless brat his clumsiness" he said, finally revealing his bid, and Anthonius sacrificed himself again to save his friend's skin. This time his sacrifice was having to nude dance in front of the gleeful 11 years olds, who gloated at the older boy's obvious discomfiture, especially with his all too noticeable hard-on, and made derisory comments about his brandmarks. Anthonius never realised that his best friend amongst the boy companions had been selected for a special reason to be cup-bearer that evening.
Anthonius hoped to be able to redress and leave at the end of his performance but his hopes were cruelly dashed. Lysus had entered the chamber just before the end of the boy's nude dance. Having happily observed his half-brother's naked body for the first time and the boy's clear embarrassment at what he was having to do, Lysus gave the Prince a long narrow wooden box and whispered something in his ear, making the Prince's smile become even wider, before leaving. Anthonius was to discover the significance of the box at the end of his dance when the Prince said to his friends "Look, everyone, Casperius has sent me a gift." The Prince opened the box and Anthonius immediately recognised the contents. It was the same cane with which he had been beaten six months earlier. The Prince, grinning broadly, continued "Apparently my father's bed-boy here was naughty yesterday. He didn't like my father's present and vomited it all over the floor. He's to receive four strokes of this cane for his ingratitude and another four for the mess he created, and Casperius has given me the pleasure of his punishment for my birthday." The Prince's friends all cheered in genuine excitement but Anthonius' face reddened in disbelief. He was expecting a beating but not here, now and inflicted by a boy three years younger.
The Prince removed the cane from the box and stood up. "Turn round bed-boy," he ordered, "and bend over, hands on your shins. I want that bum of yours up in the air." The Prince's friends giggled as the boy reluctantly obeyed. The Prince walked onto the dais and practised swinging the cane. Anthonius visibly shuddered as the memory of his first beating returned with the resultant swish and draught. The Prince had never beaten anyone previously and so took his time to ensure that his swing was right as he wanted to impress his friends, and his victim, by delivering a caning as well as a man could. Anthonius waited fearfully in his awkward position for the practising to stop, ashamed that his cock was still full, pointing rigidly to the floor, and terrified that it might again betray him once his punishment started. The Prince was eventually satisfied that he had his action was right and rested the cane on Anthonius' smooth upturned buttocks. The Prince had often seen slaveboys beaten and had decided to follow some of the rituals he had observed. "Right, bed-boy," he said to increased chortling from his friends, "I want you to count each stroke and thank me for it. If you miss one, or I can't hear you, that stroke doesn't count. Also, if you don't stay in position, I'll start all over again. Understand, bed-boy?" "Yes, highness" Anthonius replied, with consternation evident in his voice. The boy felt the cane move away from his quaking backside and he steeled himself for the first strike. He knew that it was on its way from the expression of delight that he saw, out of the corner of his eye, on one of the boy guest's faces.
For an 11 years old, who had not wielded a cane before, the blow was impressive. It stuck Anthonius heavily and squarely in the middle of his backside, causing the boy to lose his balance and fall onto the floor whilst laughter erupted all around. "Oh dear," the Prince remarked sarcastically, "it seems that that one won't count. Back up, bed-boy, and we'll start again." Anthonius resumed his position, avoiding the temptation to touch his sore behind. The Prince's second swing was equally good with the cane hitting virtually the same spot as the first, causing the resultant pain to be even more excruciating and returning the hapless victim to the floor to more shrieking laughter. "Looks as if we'll be here all day", the Prince sniggered before ordering Armillatus to stand in front of Anthonius to hold the boy's shoulders. Although this order would help Anthonius to remain in place, the boy soon realised that it created another problem for him. The feel of his friend's touch and the sight of his genitals, cock still erect, dangling just in front of him caused his own penis to harden even more and begin to dribble precum. Although his friend's presence enabled him to stay in place after the third blow hit him just above where the first two had landed, it also caused the now crying Anthonius to forget the count required of him until the Prince queried "Number, bed-boy?" Anthonius answered in a shaky voice "One, highness, thank you" but was told by the Prince that he was too late.
The fourth stroke was the worst so far. It struck the particularly tender junction between the boy's buttocks and upper legs. The blow shoved Anthonius forward and he saw Armillatus' genitals shake as his friend struggled to keep him upright. Anthonius immediately felt his own cock rise uncontrollably towards his belly and, for the first time in his life, part of its head emerge from the foreskin. It was followed by a stream of white boy seed exploding onto his stomach before rebounding to the floor to howls of pleasure from the spectators. "Dirty slut" was the Prince's simple rebuke before he had to remind the bewildered boy again about the count.
The beating now proceeded systematically, with Anthonius now loudly screaming in response to each blow but managing to remember to count, despite the agonies inflicted on him, and kept securely in the required posture by his friend. After his 12th and last swing, the Prince studied his handiwork. Anthonius' bottom was covered in red stripes, turning deep purple and oozing droplets of blood where some had crossed, and the boy quietly cringed when the Prince roughly rubbed his hand over all of them. "Get back to your place," the Prince instructed Armillatus before ordering Anthonius "And you can stand up and turn round", reinforcing his command with a heavy slap across the boy's upturned and very sore bum and producing a satisfyingly loud yelp. The Prince returned to his couch to observe Anthonius straighten and turn slowly, before saying, to more elated titters from his friends "Now, bed-boy, you've soiled the dais. Whilst I decide your punishment for doing so, I want you on your knees licking your own mess up." Anthonius sank despondently and painfully to his knees to comply, and soon his tortured bum was again the highest part of his anatomy as he cleaned up his own semen with his tongue. When he had done, Anthonius stood again to hear what he would have to suffer next.
The Prince told Anthonius "I should cane you more for your filthiness but my arm is tired from already trying to teach you the importance of good behaviour and the cane is now dirty. So I'll let my friends here smack you instead with their hands. You will bend over before each in turn. They will each smack you twice and you will, of course, thank them every time for bothering to try to teach you proper manners." Twenty-two hard slaps later, the sobbing Anthonius was allowed to leave, the whole of his backside now virtually red raw, whilst Armillatus was forced to clean his friend's blood from the hands of the boy guests.
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