Pueros

The Lycian Prince

(1st version)

Chapter 41 - Duo

Anthonius paid the customary homage to the two men and advanced towards them so that they could perform their inspection of the goods that they had hired for up to four hours at great expense. Fortunately, the very wealthy doting widowed mothers of the duo did not mind paying huge sums to subsidise their son's entertainment as long as it kept them out of real mischief. As the boy approached, he noticed that both were wearing face make-up. "He's a real lovely," said one to the other in an effeminate voice after the boy had removed his thong, "it's going to be highly pleasurable enjoying his orifices to the full!" This man fondled Anthonius' genitals whilst the other went behind the boy to do the same to the lad's buttocks. "May I?" the second queried of the first, in a similarly feminine tone, and the latter stopped his handling of the now erect penis so that the boy could be bent over for a fuller anal examination. "Delicious," the second declared after he was done, "the red stripes really enhance his rear curvature. Do you want to see?" The first replied affirmatively and the second smacked Anthonius' bottom hard, causing the boy to utter a low cry at the unexpected blow across his sore skin. "Turn round, slut," he ordered, "so that my friend can look." The lad complied. When Anthonius was finally allowed to stand again, the second man completed the dual scrutiny by manually performing his own check of the boy's cock and balls. The boy's hard penis was now dripping precum and he was ordered to kneel and clean up with his tongue some that had fallen into the man's right hand.

The scene now became, for Anthonius, rather sinister for, after standing again, the men lowered the four sets of manacles suspended from the ceiling to waist height. They attached the boy's hands to two of them and, lifting his legs off the floor one by one, attached his ankles to the other two so that he was suspended face downwards, limbs wide apart. "Nice!" declared both men simultaneously once they had finished and just before they removed their clothes. From his elevated but fixed position, Anthonius could at first just see two large stiff cocks pop into view. However, his sight of these items, drooling their own precum, became much better when they were presented to him for sucking concurrently.

Anthonius did not believe that he could take both at the same time but tried to accommodate them. He failed and the men expressed surprise. "A whore like you should be able to take two," one of the men remarked, "you must be being lazy. We'll see what a bit of encouragement will do!" This man walked away towards the shelf behind Anthonius. The boy therefore could not see what the man was collecting but knew that, whatever it was, it would not be pleasant.

Anthonius instantly knew what the man had gathered when the first blow from the strap landed across the middle of his back, causing him to scream. The strap was left draped across the wide crimson stripe that it had created as a reminder whilst both men resumed their positions before the boy's face. Unfortunately, Anthonius failed again to fit the engorged male members in his mouth and now received two strokes of the strap across his back. "We'll double up every time until you take us," advised the chastiser as he rejoined his colleague in front of the now crying boy. This time, both erections forced themselves a little way into the Anthonius' oral orifice, helped by the four hands holding the boy's head, but they could not be left there for long because the lad began to gag seriously. The men therefore withdrew their cockheads a bit to allow air through before advancing again. They gradually developed a rhythm that prevented the boy from choking at the expense of not penetrating with the full lengths of their penises. Nevertheless, the feel of the boy's lips, tongue and throat on their saliva-covered conjoined cockheads soon brought them to almost simultaneous orgasms. Anthonius nearly suffocated when his throat was inundated with semen whilst the vibrating erections were still held inside him but managed to swallow a lot of the sperm when the penises were finally withdrawn, leaving only a small amount dripping from his chin and allowing him to gulp air.

"Filthy slut," commented one of the men to the other, "look the whore's littered the floor with his own seed whilst we were feeding him ours!" The distracted Anthonius had not known that he had also climaxed, for the fifth time during his inaugural shift as a prostitute. "You can clean that up later in the proper manner," the man informed the boy. The other man went to open the door and looked outside. He gave instructions to one of the attendant servants and a short time later some food and wine was brought in by four boy prostitutes, who looked sympathetically at Anthonius. All had had to entertain the two men previously in a similar manner.

Meanwhile, in the nearby chamber, the water carrier suspended from Prodicus' ball sac was slowly filling and the boy's balls now hung very low, and had turned bright red, as a result of the pressure from the ring snapped around the base. The 16 years old's face was streaming with tears but the visage of the watching Lysus exhibited a broad grin.

Anthonius' naked clients sat on the bed and consumed some of the delivered provisions whilst gossiping about some gorgeous gladiators they had recently seen, totally ignoring the boy, still suspended uncomfortably from the ceiling with a very sore throat, back and bum. However, the men stopped when the appetites of their sexual organs again began to overtake that of their stomachs and they took one of the boy's orifices each. The men liked to suspend their whores so that they could swing the sluts on and off their cocks in tandem without moving themselves. Anthonius now relived the experience that he had encountered in a dark Ostian alley, albeit from a different posture, and was to find that his latest customers also liked to take turns about, but more sedately after further chat and drink.

Prodicus' balls were purple and his agony was acute. Lysus rose from the bed, approached the sobbing boy and felt the lad's distorted scrotum. He then removed the boy's gag. "Please, master," Prodicus immediately begged, "stop this. I didn't mean to offend you. I'll do anything. Please, please stop!" Lysus smirked, replaced the gag and sat back down on the bed. The water continued to flow slowly but surely.

Anthonius had just been impregnated for the third time by each of his two clients when one of them viciously inserted a large dildo in the boy's anus, creating a loud yell accompanied by much chain rattling. They then transferred their uneaten food onto the boy's naked rear. Several types of meat and cheese were placed on the upper back and salad and fruit in the middle. They finished by planting the remainder of their bread sticks in the lad's bumcrack, with their wine goblets on each buttock and the challenge that, if any were to fall, the strap would return. The men then stood either side of the boy table, another advantage of securing their whores in such a position, as they continued their gossip whilst picking at the food and occasionally indulging in their brew. They knew perfectly well that the feel and smell of the small banquet would permeate through to the harlot who, by this time in his shift, would be exceedingly hungry, so adding frustration and jealousy to the slut's humiliation.

Once the food was gone, one of the men maliciously removed the dildo swiftly from the boy's rectum, nicely promoting another yelp. The large smooth wooden object had been smeared with some of the two client's own semen, which they had copiously implanted inside the lad previously and would obviously now require cleaning with a certain tongue.

Anthonius was eventually released from his bondage. He first had to lick his own mess up from the floor, to accompanying laughter, before being required to lay on the bed on his side. The men then gave the attentions of their own tongues to the boy's genitals and anus. However, they cruelly identified when to stop to avoid the imminent orgasm and ordered the lad to lie face-up whilst they bound him to the corner ties. One of the men opened a jar on the side table, rubbed some of its contents onto his dinner knife and began to smear the yellow substance onto Anthonius' thwarted throbbing penis, including some across the now revealed cockhead. He finished by delicately dipping some into the slit. Anthonius did not react immediately for it would take a few moments for the agonising sensations created by the peppery concoction to overwhelm his brain. It was now almost the 9th hour of the morning, so the two men dressed and left to enjoy breakfast whilst the boy prostitute's shrieks testified to how much he was appreciating his own sustenance.

Lysus removed Prodicus' gag again and received a loud scream in response before the boy restarted his pleading. Lysus picked up on one repeated phrase used by his torture victim and paraphrased it back. "You'll do anything," he said, "are you sure?" "Yes, master, anything," sobbed Prodicus. "Then you will not regard the new whore as a friend. Instead, you will ensure that his off-duty time here is very unpleasant. Will you do that?" The boy unhesitatingly replied "Yes, master, I'll make his life hell. Please, please stop the water."

Lysus reattached the clamp to the leather connection tube, terminating the flow of the liquid. "I know some of the other whores who hate you because you have bullied them," the Lycian said, "and they will keep me informed of how you are doing. Do not disappoint me or you and I will be back here with the same equipment, and I can promise you that then I won't stop the water!

Chapter 42 - Hades

The servant was pleased to hear Anthonius' screams as he re-entered the private entertainment chamber with two young prostitutes and, despite the boy's pleas, was in no hurry to release the lad from his bondage and genital agonies. These were the usual finishing repartee of the recently departed duo, regular clients who would enjoy Anthonius for three more long sessions before the boy left the brothel. "You'll have to wait," the man told Anthonius, "as we've more important things to do than attend to you, selfish whore!" The suffering Anthonius was bewildered by the servant's sudden return to unpleasantness but was soon to learn the reason for Prodicus' imminent change of attitude to the newcomer had emboldened the man.

The servant supervised the tidying of the room and the removal of the food dishes and wine goblets by the catamites. On their return from the cellar kitchens, the man removed the wooden plug from the bath and issued instructions for the now cool water in the large urns to be poured away. He grumbled "What a waste. We take all the trouble to provide hot water for all the entertainment chambers and it's rarely used." Meanwhile, Anthonius incessantly groaned and begged for release, giving the servant another reason to complain. "Shut up, whore, or I'll leave you there all day," the man warned. However, there was soon little else to do and so the two prostitutes released the other from his ties. Anthonius immediately jumped from the bed and, as all the water had drained away, was forced to use his discarded thong to wipe the pepper mustard mixture from his very painful cock.

The servant commented "Filthy ungrateful slut! How dare you ruin one of the expensive garments that the owners of this excellent establishment have kindly provided for you to wear." He walked round the nude boy, who was finally gaining some relief from the hurt in his groin, and smiled when he observed the stripe marks across the lad's back and bum. However, they were also evidence that the man could not chastise the whore in the usual manner for his impertinence for he had to be in good condition for his next shift, only ten hours away. Most customers did not mind, even liked, to see punishment marks on a boy but not usually to excess unless they had provided them and, as it was so valuable, special care had to be taken with this particular whore's body, at least until his formal discipline session. This would not take place until the boy's popularity had fallen sufficiently for the value of hiring the lad for this delight outweighed that of the normal sex sessions that he would have to miss as a result of the resultant wounds.

The servant decided that, as he could not beat the new whore for the offence just committed, he would send him instead to spend a couple of hours in the water cellars. This would, of course, reduce the amount of time that the boy had for recuperative sleep but could be compensated for by increasing the amount of stimulant contained in the obnoxious aphrodisiac drink that the lad would have to consume before again going on duty. It would also provide a useful lesson for the miscreant and a little more revenge to assuage the man's hostile ire towards the newcomer.

The servant pulled the soiled thong from Anthonius' grasp and gave it to one of the catamites, ordering that it be placed in the laundry basket in the boy companion quarters. Anthonius' expectation that he would soon be in those quarters was dispelled when the man escorted the nude, still tearful, boy past the relevant entrance door and led him instead down a few flights of back stairs to one of the water cellars. This was a large cold enclosed chamber through which water flowed from the city's fast running supply, obtained from the hills of Albanus, to the south-east of the capital, by ingenious hydraulics in which aqueducts of many sizes played key roles. This culminated in the cellar with semi-circular channels, about a pace wide and half a pace deep. Some of the water was diverted by means of sluices into deep storage baths in this cellar and through smaller channels, via an adjacent water-heating cellar, to the brothel's main kitchens, baths and toilets, which shared the basement. The water-heating cellar was similar in layout to the room at the Imperial palace where the Emperor's bath water was warmed.

In the cellar to which Anthonius had been brought, there was a large water wheel in the main water channel, which performed two functions. It scooped water up and transferred the liquid to adjacent containers, which were linked together, and also drove those containers to move continuously in a loop through a narrow shaft to provide the floors above with their supplies. However, the power from the running water alone was not sufficient to fulfil this task and a boy prostitute was assigned, usually as a punishment, to help by stepping within the wheel where there was a treadmill arrangement. The boys generally had to be at least 12 years old to be capable of turning the wheel for prolonged periods. It was hard exhausting work and some preferred to be beaten rather than be occupied here but the brothel management recognised its value for keeping the whores fit as well as chastised. The system usually only needed to operate for about four separated sessions of two hours each for the upstairs supplies to be sufficiently replenished. Anthonius was going to provide a quarter of that day's necessary boy power.

The naked Anthonius was ordered inside the currently motionless wheel and given instructions as to what he had to do. The servant noticed that the boy was shivering with the cold and remarked "This labour is to compensate the owners for having to arrange the premature laundering of your thong. It will also help you to keep warm. You may start now and I'll watch for a while to make sure that you gain proficiency before I must go. I have other things to attend to, much more important than tending to your welfare, selfish whore. You must not stop turning the wheel until I return. I'll be about two hours and I'll know from the level of the water in the concrete tank in the boy prostitutes' quarters whether you've slackened. If that happens, you'll be spending the time, when you should be resting, next door instead, busy helping to fill and carry the heavy warm water urns to the private chambers!"

The chilled Anthonius stepped onto a knee-high step of the treadmill to allow his weight to begin to move the wheel. It took a few minutes of hard graft to establish the tempo that brought the turning contraption to a speed that satisfied the servant, who said, as he was leaving, "Keep that up for the full two hours or else!" As Anthonius was left alone in the cold gloomy cellar performing the demeaning and tiring task, after spending the previous fourteen hours as a working prostitute, tears formed again in the boy's beautiful eyes. They were not of pain but of despair. Anthonius wished that he could die instead of leading such a life but knew that he could not whilst his mother and sister remained the Emperor's hostages. His only hope was Sebastian. Unfortunately, at this very time, Sebastian had been ordered by the Praetorian Prefect to move from Neapolis to conduct his vacuous search for Armillatus in Salernum, even further south from Rome.

Anthonius' only consolation from performing his new physically very stressful task was that the pain in his cock had abated and a lot of water dripped from the upper sides of the revolving wheel. The latter helped in two ways. It cured the boy's raging thirst for the only client who had been thoughtful and kind enough to permit him some water had been the old senator, over eleven hours earlier. The cool water dripping on his nude body also helped to remove some of the sweat that he was to generate over the two hours of this particular unpleasant misery.

Anthonius could not keep up a regular rhythm or velocity because of the weariness that gradually began to overwhelm his leg muscles and had almost stopped when the servant returned. "Lazy, whore," commented the man, unfairly for he had found the concrete tank in the boy prostitutes' quarters almost full when he had checked it just a few moments earlier. He continued "I'll obviously have to leave someone to supervise you in future for you'll now be returning to this task every morning until I'm satisfied that you no longer derelict your duties." The servant ordered the now damp, but also warm and sweating, Anthonius from the treadmill and escorted the exhausted lad back to the boy prostitute quarters. He left the whore to gain some much-needed respite. The servant had never really intended to move the boy to the next cellar to help fill and deliver the hot water urns, even if the lad had genuinely under-performed the treadmill labours. The man knew that he could have trouble with the mistress if he presented the current star catamite in a sleepy condition to clients.

Boy prostitute's coming off-duty would normally first have any damage to their bodies, caused by their latest customers, tended before being given their only full meal of the day, stew brought from the kitchens. Nominally, these necessities were undertaken under the oversight of one of the eunuch servants but in practice the lads usually managed themselves without such supervision. Those on kitchen waiting duty never pinched any of their colleagues' miserly rations as they brought the unappetising fare to their quarters at the scheduled conclusion of each shift. They instead tried to supplement their own diet from scraps given to them by dining customers or by stealing a little of the patrons' food from the full plates they delivered from, or almost empty plates they returned to, the kitchens.

After their meals, the invariably exhausted catamites would usually be quickly asleep, within an hour of the end of their shifts. They would generally be woken eight hours later to be given a much smaller portion of the stew, washed down with the awful physical and sexual stimulant, before preparing their bodies to return to duty an hour later. In other words, their time awake generally comprised just two off-duty hours, and these were mainly spent repairing their bodies from the harm caused by, or making them ready for, their long and exacting work. The regime of 14 hours of duty, 2 hours of wakeful recuperation and preparation and 8 hours of sleep was relentless for all 365 days of the year, apart from times of festival when demand usually caused shift periods to be extended or when the catamites were recovering from particularly serious injuries inflicted by their kind clients. Even the latter were required to perform menial chores if they could.

Most boys spent many years enduring this existence, first in this and later in other more plebeian brothels. Most remained less than a year in the 'House of Ganymede' before being sold to the cheaper establishments when their novelty value had disappeared, for this high-class and expensive locale specialised in fresh boys. However, Prodicus was an exception to many of these rules because of the special regular, who was considered a very valuable client whose infatuation with the boy needed appeasing because he had, over the years, introduced many other rich and influential palace courtiers as new customers.

Few boy prostitutes attempted to escape for they had nowhere to escape to and being a street urchin instead promised an even worse and shorter existence. The penalty for those caught trying to escape from the 'House of Ganymede' was also very harsh for the boys would be sold to a particular wealthy client who liked to castrate them and subsequently regularly torture them. Most did not live for more than six months afterwards and the man's needs were insatiable. He bought most of his victims from the slave markets but was always happy to help his favourite whorehouse. Most of the boy prostitutes therefore resigned themselves sadly to a life whose conscious hours were almost exclusively spent satisfying the sexual and other hungers of Roman males, always humiliatingly and frequently agonisingly.

Many dreamed of their former lives. Some came from towns and villages that had been overwhelmed by invading Roman legions. Others were the sons of disgraced families, formally sold into slavery by magistrates or less formally by soldiers, gaolers or executioners. Others had simply been vended by impecunious parents or uncaring guardians. However, Prodicus was not one who cared to remember his former childhood. He remembered little of his life in Belgica apart from losing both parents early through plague and being sold as a lonely 5 years old at a local slave market by a cruel man whom he had thought was his uncle. Prodicus had been bought by a trader who had brought the boy to Rome, where he knew a substantial profit could be secured for such a beautiful young virgin.

The naked Anthonius approached his bunk, hoping that Prodicus could help him tend to the marks vividly displayed on his back and bottom and ease the pain in his anus. The starving boy also hoped that his friend had saved him some food for he was returning two hours after most others on the night shift. Prodicus was lying nude on the lower bed, still awake and waiting for Anthonius' belated return. He had been unable to put his thong on because of his now very sensitive and extended ball sac.

Prodicus stood and awakened the two 15 years old catamites who occupied the adjacent bunks. They jumped off their beds and stood either side of the 16 years old. "Prodicus," said Anthonius but, before he could utter anymore, his friend responded, apparently with affronted authority, "Shut up, fellow whore, you don't call me by that name. I'm not even Narcissus to you. I'm sir instead from now on!" However, Anthonius observed what the 15 years olds could not. Prodicus' tearful eyes as he related these words did not display menace and hate but pleading and sorrow. Anthonius observed his friend's scrotum, presumably damaged by Lysus and perceptively put two and two together for he knew all about blackmail.

Prodicus had been afraid that his brave friend would not submit to his bullying but recognised what the sudden slump in the boy's shoulders, accompanied by a look of resigned sadness in the gorgeous sky-blue eyes, meant and it was sacrifice not surrender. Both the 16 years old and the 14 years old therefore began their respective acting roles, which they knew they would have to play well throughout the remaining 59 days of Anthonius' stay.

"Yes sir," said Anthonius simply and meekly, immediately losing the respect of the 15 years old audience for the newcomer was obviously a coward after all. "You no longer sleep here, slut," announced Prodicus convincingly, "in fact, you no longer have a bed for all are taken." Anthonius saw another in the bunk above Prodicus' and already knew that, by this time, all the other 38 beds of the 19 double bunks would be occupied by the sixty or so boys of the night shift, some of the smaller ones having to double up, albeit not unpleasantly. "Instead," continued Prodicus, "find yourself a place on the floor somewhere, well away from the rest of us. I don't want your kind near. You never know what we could catch from your ugly filthy body. So filthy in fact that it needs cleaning straight away. Get in the bath!"

Anthonius reluctantly complied and went to stand before the sluice gate. "Not there, you stupid brat," he ordered Anthonius, "but kneeling face towards us just the other side of the toilet hole." Anthonius now realised what the older boys proposed using to wash him. Prodicus soon stood in front of his kneeling friend, on the opposite side of the hole. He aimed his cock at the boy's face and ordered "Open your mouth. You must be thirsty, so I'll kill two birds with one stone!" Anthonius obeyed and immediately found urine pouring onto his hair before moving down his face to his oral orifice. The taste of the golden liquid as it entered him almost made him gag but the flow suddenly eased and he began to swallow. The two 15 years olds took their turns whilst Prodicus went to wake some of the others to help. He deliberately prioritised those who might be Lysus' informers. Anthonius was eventually soaked all over, back and front, with the piss of twenty boys. "You'll be washed this way every time you finish your shift," Prodicus finally loudly declared, "and we must organise the completion of your initiation. There must be about seventy boys who haven't had you yet!" He left Anthonius to clean himself up but not before mouthing a silent, clearly saddened, "Sorry; thanks" to his friend, unseen by the others. He then returned to his bed, where he covered his head with his arms so that no-one could see him cry.

For obvious reasons, the thoroughly humiliated Anthonius had to spend a long time under the cold water pouring through the sluice gate from the concrete tank, much of which he had put there himself. After eventually drying and putting some salve onto those rear stripes that he could reach, the boy lay in a far corner of the room. His mouth, anus, back and bum were all sore, he was chilled from the bath water and famished, and the floor was hard. His despair and desolation were now extreme but his weariness soon overcame everything and he fell into a deep sleep. It was now half an hour past noon and he would be awakened in 5˝ hours to prepare himself for his second fourteen hours shift.

Chapter 43 - Sebastian

Anthonius was wakened at the 6th hour of the afternoon by a prod to his sore backside from a 6 years old boy prostitute sent by Prodicus. The catamite had a plate half full of stew, the customary ration for this time of day, in his hands. He placed it on the floor besides Anthonius before giggling to the naked 14 years old "I've been told to tell you that you're to eat it like a dog would if you don't want it taken away." Anthonius looked back towards the bunks and saw that all of the sixty or so boy prostitutes of the night shift, led by Prodicus, were staring at him. All were smirking except his friend. The starving lad blushed but still knelt over the dish and greedily licked it clean to loud laughter from behind. He remained very hungry when he had finished but was due to receive no more food for at least another eighteen or more hours. There would first be the one-hour preparation for the fourteen-hour shift, followed by two hours turning the water wheel before suffering the urine shower and whatever further unpleasantries Prodicus had in mind for him.

After Anthonius had finished what, for him, was breakfast even though it was early evening, he stood up to face the chortling crowd of boys. He was immediately reprimanded by Prodicus when he was asked "Who told you to stand and why no thanks for your meal?" The 16 years old commanded "Back on all fours like the dog you are, mongrel slut, and let me hear your appreciation for bothering to feed you!" Anthonius assumed the required position and said, to re-energised chuckling from the others, "Thank you, sir, for the food." "Good," replied Prodicus, "you may now trot like the mutt you are to the bath where two of us will help you prepare for your clients. Though, why anyone would want a cur like you, I'll never know!" Anthonius shuffled on all fours across the floor towards the bath to accompanying laughter. He was met at his destination by the 6 years old and a 7 years old. The younger ordered "Stand up, dog, we're required to help you prepare your disgusting body." Anthonius obeyed and the threesome stepped into the bath. The 14 years old was ashamed to note that his cock was rigid.

The next hour, and similar periods on ensuing days, would be the one part of Anthonius' waking day that he could guarantee not to be tormented by others, other than the sexual torment of being helped to cleanse himself intimately by two very pretty youngsters. Everyone was now too busy with their own preparations for the long night ahead to bother with him and, anyway, it was important that he was presented correctly to his first client in less than one hour, although Anthonius wondered whether his two enemas were necessary as he had eaten so very little recently.

Anthonius soon found himself in one of the private entertainment rooms. It was on the opposite side of the passageway from the one in which he had spent the previous night but had the same layout and facilities apart from different wall frescos. Here they were actually even more obscene than the ones with which he had last been surrounded. Anthonius was standing in the required manner before the bed, waiting for the first client of his second shift. His face had again been gaudily made up, his nipples gilded and his body oiled. Just after the 7th hour of the afternoon, the door opened and his customer entered.

At the same time, Sebastian was readying himself and his men to leave Neapolis for Salernum the following morning. Neapolis was a large prosperous city, with a number of magnificent public buildings and temples and its own amphitheatre, with the south-eastern skyline dominated by Mount Vesuvius. Having satisfied himself that he and his detachment of Praetorians were ready for an early start, Sebastian set off for the house of a friend who lived locally. The man, a rich trader who shared Sebastian's beliefs, had invited the captain for dinner. They talked quietly over their luxuriant food about events in Rome for the trader's excellent contacts had advised him that many Christians, secret practitioners of their faith, had been arrested over recent days, presumably betrayed to the authorities by some of their kind. "More Judases!" the trader sardonically remarked.

Sebastian had not heard the news and declared that he must somehow return to the capital for he considered all fellow Christians to be friends, not least the family who had adopted Sura. Under Diocletian, the usual fate for arrested Christians, who did not submit to paganism, was death, often in the Coliseum, and Sebastian believed that he had to try to save at least some from this end. He therefore thanked the trader for his hospitality and wished him safety before leaving, with his meal only half-eaten.

Meanwhile, Anthonius' first client of the night had just finished with the boy. This man, a burly hirsute 40 years old, used the bath, for he seemed to like watersports, but only after ordering Anthonius to dance before him, unaccompanied by music, in thong and then nude. The customer filled the bath with warm water and joined the standing Anthonius in its shallow depth to wash away the boy's make-up and body oil before kneeling to suck the lad's hard cock dry. The client then had the boy kneel as well and bend over the edge of the bath for anal penetration. After the sodomy, Anthonius was required to attempt to encourage the customer's now softened penis back to erection with his mouth but it took longer than usual because the man now lay in the bath with his groin under water. Anthonius eventually managed to perform the task and the man's cockhead just emerged above the water's surface. However, the boy almost drowned when the client climaxed for his head was held firmly in place on the erupting prick, with the lad's mouth and nose both surrounded by the warm liquid. He desperately and gratefully sucked air into his lungs when he was finally released and had swallowed the product of his patron's passion. As the man departed, Anthonius wondered if the servant would really be pleased to see that some of the warm water had been used.

Sebastian rode back on his horse to the local barracks, where he had suborned accommodation for his group of Praetorians, and informed the most senior of his detachment that he had to return to Rome on urgent business, without elaborating what it was. He told the soldier how the search for the missing Imperial boy companion should be undertaken in Salernum, but avoided meeting the Prefect to inform him about his intentions. Sebastian then left to ride rapidly through the night back towards the capital along the Via Appia.

Anthonius' next customer, a man in his mid-twenties, brought a leather cockstrap with him, which included a tight wrapping with internal spikes for the penis. He made sure that the boy's cock was soft before attaching the cruel strapping, knowing full well that, if the lad became hard during their subsequent sexual adventures, the encased prick would become very painful. This client also made Anthonius dance without music, but in the leather genital attire, which flopped around, causing some of the spikes to bite even before the boy experienced the attempted beginnings of his usual erection. The customer then settled down to enjoy the lad's anus and mouth twice servicing his own large member. He could tell by the whore's frequent grimaces and tears that the spikes were having the anticipated affect. In fact, when the leather was later removed, the indentations caused by the spikes could be seen all over Anthonius' penis, although no bleeding had resulted.

Anthonius' third session, which commenced at midnight, was with another duo, two slim young men about 20 years of age. They were intent on only one thing and that was double sodomy. For this, they tied the boy spreadeagled and face down on the bed, with two pillows under his groin, and each positioned themselves astride one of the lad's legs. They manoeuvred their bodies and erections into place above Anthonius' sphincter and attacked the entrance simultaneously. Once the invasion of his insides started, the boy was grateful that the young men's penises were not as thick as some he had endured and that he had already been penetrated three times that night. The latter had relaxed his anus and this helped to reduce the level of pain he now faced. Nevertheless, he still screamed, much to the delight of his customers, who later noted that the boy had also cum.

Having achieved their main aim by climaxing in harmony, the young men dismounted the crying Anthonius. After untying the boy and have him lick up his own mess, they were now happy enough not to punish the lad for his own impertinent orgasm but have him instead perform fellatio on them separately. Anthonius, after his experiences of the previous night, was greatly relieved for both mercies. The young men finished off by sodomising the boy again, but individually, and they left merrily, ambitions for this part of the night realised and looking forward to making gentle love to each other later.

Anthonius now wondered whether all clients were as unconventional in their tastes and requirements as those he had encountered so far but was happy to find that the remaining three customers of this particular night just expected to be served as if they were the Emperor. One was sufficiently pleased by the new whore's services that, like the duo, he chose to overlook the boy's third climax of the night. The servant was not so forgiving for, after the fourteen hours shift, he returned the boy, as promised, to the waterwheel and he was to do so on most subsequent days. Prodicus was also compelled to continue his bullying role and had lined up a few boys to continue Anthonius' initiation, which would proceed over many mornings until all 100 or so catamites had enjoyed the newcomer either anally or orally. Prodicus then would then restart the process with the catamites enjoying what they had missed previously, even those as young as 5 for they could still orgasm even if they could not provide white creamy product. The showering in urine was also to take place every day as was the requirement to eat and traverse the boy companion quarters like a dog. The only compensation for Anthonius was that he was now permitted his end-of-shift meal as his tormentors did not want him starving to death, for there was too much other fun with which to subject him. Lysus was delighted to hear about the indignities that had befallen his poor half-brother, and was so spared the trouble of emasculating Prodicus, at least for now.

Sebastian arrived in Rome, after a strenuous but swift overnight ride, just as Anthonius was falling into the exhausted five hours sleep that was all he was to be allowed, on the floor in his corner, on that day and most others whilst in the brothel. The Praetorian captain immediately headed for the houses of his various friends. He found that all those who had frequented a particular secret Christian chapel had been rounded up by soldiers from the garrison of Rome, except one who had suddenly acquired a lot of money. However, Sebastian's beliefs meant that he had to forgive the traitor rather than run him through with his sword. He had to content himself instead with the thought that God would see justice done in the end.

Sebastian was particularly dismayed to find that Sura and his adoptive family were amongst those taken, their home looted and wrecked. The Praetorian captain scoured Rome only to discover that all the new Christian captives had been summarily judged on the Emperor's orders and sent to the Coliseum where a major spectacle, in which some freshly imported lions were to be amongst the star performers, was imminent. Sebastian therefore went to the huge amphitheatre where many thousands had died during its 219 years of existence. No-one dared challenge a Praetorian officer's right to inspect the latest entertainment fodder and there was a lot of it to check for the event was to be the biggest in Diocletian's reign so far. As well as Christians, the assemblage awaiting their cruel ends included other traitors and criminals and recaptured runaway slaves, plus some Imperial prisoners left unsold at the slave markets, and all had been segregated by sex and age. It therefore took over an hour for Sebastian to locate, amongst the confined throngs, the man who headed Sura's adoptive family.

Sebastian and the man spoke through the bars of the prisoner's large communal cell, shared with about fifty other captives. The man begged the captain to try to save his wife and children, including the young eunuch, whom he now loved as if he were his real son. Sebastian recognised that the only realistic way to do so would be to bribe the guards and he now wished that he had not been quite so charitable in giving practically all his money away to the poor. There was no- one within the remaining Christian community in Rome who could help because anyone rich enough had fled the city to safer climes. He therefore concluded that he had to return to Salernum to revisit the wealthy trader in order to acquire the funds required, but he should have time to visit someone on the way.

The villa where Queen Irene and Princess Anthonia of Lycia were held was located on the outskirts of Rome, near the commencement of the Via Appia, the road to the south. The villa had been confiscated from a disgraced and executed senator. Sebastian and the Praetorian officer assigned to supervise the guests' house arrest did not like each other much. The former considered the latter unnecessarily rude and cruel whilst the latter felt that the former was too soft and had only gained his position through favour. Nevertheless, Sebastian believed it essential to make an early attempt to rescue Anthonius' close relatives so that he could save the boy himself from whatever horrible fate the Emperor had in mind for him. Whilst he considered this, it suddenly dawned on him that he was rapidly becoming many people's only hope for survival and concluded that God had predestined it so. He prayed that God had also foreordained his success.

Sebastian had changed horses in Rome and the fresh steed made rapid progress to the well-guarded luxurious villa, set in large formal gardens. He was known by the soldiers and escorted by one to see the other officer. "I have come on the orders of His Imperial Highness," lied Sebastian, "to return the Queen and Princess to the palace."

"I don't think you have," was the reply but not from the Praetorian. Sebastian turned to his right to see Casperius entering through a side door.

Chapter 44 - Lions

Sura and the other pretty boys in their large underground open communal cell were having, literally, a hard time. Certain of the Coliseum's gaolers, and their friends with similar tastes, were thoroughly enjoying having such a bounty under their control. The clothing of all the boys had been removed, for later sale, and their shame at their subsequent nudity was most intensely felt by the young eunuch, as everyone could now see the results of his emasculation. However, this did not stop one of the guards, a middle-aged bearded hairy man who never bathed and therefore smelt awful, from conducting his own form of adoption in relation to the lad because he fancied the novelty of enjoying a eunuch.

The gaoler removed the naked Sura from the cell and took him to the Coliseum custodians' nearby barracks. He pulled his filthy lower garments down to his ankles and ordered the boy to suck his disgusting erection. The lad struggled to comply because of the stink and the man therefore grabbed his hair and smacked him several times brutally across the face. This finally encouraged the young eunuch to fulfil the most disagreeable task.

Sura was handed to a similarly foul associate to be sodomised. This man asked, almost breathlessly as he was ploughing the boy's anus, "What's it like, eunuch,…. to know that…. you'll be torn apart…. by starving lions….in three days' time?" This was the first time that the lad had learnt of his imminent fate and the resultant tensing of his body, which included a tightening of his anus, caused the man to climax. Sura was then returned to the first abuser for further sodomy before being passed on to others. His experiences during this and the next two nights was not unusual for almost all attractive women and children were fodder for the lecherous guards and their acquaintances, some of whom had bribed their way to the various pleasures on offer.

Sebastian's arrest was proving tragic not only for himself but also for many of his friends, not least Sura's adoptive family for the Coliseum entertainments commenced whilst the captain was incarcerated in the dungeons of the Imperial palace and was therefore unavailable to attempt his rescues.

The father, in his mid-thirties, was to be the first into the arena and he was faced not with ferocious animals but with gladiators, although perhaps the latter could be considered a type of wild beast. He had been forced into the arena, along with nine other similarly aged men, by guards armed with whips and tridents. They found themselves surrounded by thousands of raucous spectators, baying for blood. Ten swords had been placed on the ground in the middle of the arena and the men were apparently expected to pick them up to attempt to save themselves against the ten professional fighters. Some did not, either because they were frozen in terror or because their consciences would not permit them to injure or kill others, and they were loudly booed by the crowd as they were rapidly and bloodily hacked to death. Sura's adoptive father was not one of these for he believed that he had the right to try to defend himself. The watching throng cheered when his inadequate swordsmanship was rewarded with swift decapitation.

The mother, in her late twenties, entered shortly afterwards with fourteen other attractive females, all of whom had been amongst those regularly defiled over the previous few days. They were all naked, to the delight of most male spectators, and, to prevent them from running, their feet had been shackled together with a short chain. They were quickly followed into the arena by a group of fifteen very hungry large bears. The women were soon to provide the creatures with plenty of nourishment.

Sura shared his communal cell with about thirty other scared boys, including his adoptive brother, a comely younger lad with curly brown hair. Unfortunately, along with the other pretty boys amongst their number, most previously virgins, the 10 years old had lost his innocence, many times over, in the barracks during their brief stay in this terrible place.

After a few days in the cell, which had no facilities other than the hole in the ground that acted as the toilet, the unfed naked boys had become very dirty as well as very, very hungry. Therefore, when it was their turn to present themselves in the arena, the gaolers brought in tubs of cold water and ordered the lads to clean themselves. Throughout the day, the terrified youngsters had seen the occupants of nearby cells being led away and had subsequently been able to hear, despite the voluminous noise from the crowd, the screams frequently emanating from the arena. Most were crying as they were herded with the whips and tridents towards the entrance gate of the now very bloody amphitheatre.

They were greeted inside by loud cheers, particularly from those who had a taste for nice boys. However, the petrified lads could also now hear the roars of the ravenous lions located at another gate. When this was opened and the spectators' jeering intensified, the horrified youngsters reacted in different ways. Some were frozen to their spots and soiled themselves. Others ran around the arena to try to avoid the jaws of the voracious beasts. Sura did neither. As he observed one of the animals jump onto his adoptive brother and another head directly for him, the young nude eunuch lowered himself onto his knees, placed his hands together and began to pray to his new God.

Chapter 45 - Reunions

It was a warm suuny evening in Rome as the lion approached the kneeling Sura to consume its overdue meal. The cruel entertainments would continue for a couple more hours until failing light brought them to a close. The candle clock, kept in a cupboard at the end of the passageway containing the doors to the thirty private entertainment chambers in the 'House of Ganymede', indicated that it was the 7th hour of the afternoon. Anthonius had therefore assumed the appropriate position in one of the chambers to await his first client of this, his sixth, night in the boy brothel, his fifth servicing customers. He had been made up as usual and as usual sported an erection under his sparse cover.

The door of the chamber opened and Ceionius, the boy athlete whom Anthonius had defeated at the Emperor's boy games, entered. Anthonius' whole body flushed in shame and shock that Ceionius should see him in this place performing this role. "Well, whore," announced Ceionius, "it's really nice to meet you again. I'm delighted to see that you've found your true vocation in life but I can't say that I'm happy to observe that you seem to have forgotten the welcome that I'm led to understand sluts like you should give to your betters!" Anthonius, in his trauma, had forgotten to pay the customary homage and rectified his oversight by sinking to his knees and leaning forward to place his forehead on the floor.

"That's better," declared Ceionius, "but too late. I'll obviously have to punish you for your disrespect, although that can happen later as I've a couple of other things I want from you first. Stand up and come here!" Anthonius complied, his face still red. Ceionius walked round the boy prostitute, inspecting him closely. He smirked when he saw the catamite's erection and remarked "Yes, your body has really found its proper function, hasn't it whore?" Anthonius remained silent until Ceionius ordered "Answer me slut!" "Yes, sir," replied a reluctant Anthonius, "I'm ideally suited for a life of prostitution." "You like it, don't you whore," Ceionius teased, "you like the sex and the abuse, you like having big cocks up your bum and in your mouth, don't you?" Anthonius knew that he had to respond and said "Yes, sir, I like all those things." "Good," said Ceionius, "because you'll soon have my cock in both places!"

"Remove that ridiculous thong," commanded Ceionius, "I want to see how your own cock has grown in the 12 months since I last saw it." Anthonius now realised, as he was removing the flimsy garment, why Ceionius was in Rome, for the Emperor always held his boy games at this time of year. "Stand with your hands on your head whilst I examine your cock, whore," ordered Ceionius and the boy prostitute again obeyed. Ceionius looked at the hard penis, noticeably throbbing and dribbling precum. "It's certainly grown quite a bit since I last provided it with some attention," commented Ceionius, "presumably because you and others been playing with it a lot, have they whore?" "Yes, sir," Anthonius truthfully replied. "Well, you'll be please to learn, whore," responded Ceionius, "that I too will be playing with it again, although you might not enjoy what I do to it!" Ceionius cupped Anthonius' balls in his left hand and started to stroke the ivory-like penis with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. "Please, sir," begged Anthonius, "you'll make me cum doing that and I don't want to soil your tunic." Ceionius removed his right hand from the erection and used it instead to smack the boy prostitute's face. "You know that you're not allowed to speak without permission, whore," he remarked, "and doing so has earned you extra punishment. You'll also have to learn to control your bodily functions better, although I know it might be difficult for a true slut like you. Now, as I've only got three hours, kindly paid for by the new King of Lycia in honour of my octathlon victory in this year's Imperial boy games, we'll start. Help me disrobe and no, I don't want you to wear a mask. I want you to see what a great boy athlete's cock is like!" Anthonius was not surprised that his half-brother was behind this latest humiliation.

Ceionius was quickly naked and Anthonius was amazed at how big, for someone his own age, the boy's erect penis was, both in length and girth. The boy prostitute did not know that the supposed 14 years old boy athlete was actually two years older. "I'm going to lay on the bed," announced Ceionius, "and you can lower your boy cunt onto my prize asset. I'll let you do the work to make me cum, whore, as you like it so much!" Both boys assumed the necessary positions, with Anthonius squatting so that he was facing his young customer. He lowered his bum towards the eagerly waiting rigid member and felt the engorged cockhead press against his sphincter. Anthonius had had much bigger inside him, despite its size for someone so young, but his anus had always remained remarkably tight and so he knew that what would follow would still hurt. He bit his lip and lowered himself further, allowing entry to his innards to Ceionius' hard cock. He descended even further despite the pain and, when he felt his buttocks press gently against his latest patron's skin, began the ascent. Anthonius quickly developed an up and down rhythm that seemed to satisfy Ceionius because he rapidly felt a stream of sperm flow into him. The boy prostitute could not prevent his own natural reaction and he too climaxed.

Ceionius did not at first notice Anthonius' unauthorised ejaculation as he temporarily experienced post-coitus ecstasy but eventually saw the clear evidence on the boy prostitute's belly and chest and on his own torso. "Dirty, slut," he remarked, "you'll pay for that. Now lick the horrible stuff off me." Anthonius, assuming a kneeling position between his client's legs, obeyed. Ceionius liked the attention being paid to his smooth body and his penis re- energised. He therefore ordered "You can suck my cock, whore, after you've finished cleaning up your own mess." Anthonius' act of fellatio took half an hour to consummate.

Ceionius now declared "Time for me to play with your cock, whore! Stand in the middle of the room and get it hard." As Anthonius was obeying this latest requirement, with his own semen still on his chest and stomach and some of his client's running down his inside legs, he saw his young customer examining the collection of whips on offer in the chamber. Ceionius selected one that was quite short and comprised just one beaded narrow heavy leather cord. The boy athlete then took up position immediately to the boy prostitute's right, happily observing that his victim had achieved the required erection. He asked rhetorically "I think you know what this is going to strike, don't you whore?" He was pleased to see Anthonius squirm in response. "Now I want you to put your hands on your head and stay still after each blow, or that one won't count. I'm going to be merciful by landing only four, two on the upper side and two underneath. One each for your earlier disrespect, talking out of turn, cumming without permission and cheating me out of victory last year. It's a pity that your ally in that plot isn't around to enjoy similar treatment. I'll just have to content myself with the thought that he wouldn't be capable of accidental ejaculation because I'm told he's lost his balls!" Ceionius laughed heartily at the thought of the poor ball-less Sura and what he was now going to do to his friend's still whole genitalia.

Ceionius practised a few swings and Anthonius could feel the draught as the whip flew past, near to his hard penis, which humiliatingly became even stiffer as a result. The boy athlete observed the cock twitching and renewed his chortling before he landed his first blow, square on top of the prostitute's defenceless erection. The pain searing through Anthonius' body was so intense that he could not prevent himself grasping his agonised member and falling to his knees, screaming loudly as he did so. "Tut, tut," admonished Ceionius, "that one won't count because of your lack of self discipline. Resume your position and we'll have another go." The crying Anthonius remained on his knees and pleaded "Please, sir, whip me somewhere else, I don't think that I can stand still when you strike my cock." He had sometimes managed the feat previously but, in his current demoralised state, he believed the task no longer possible. "That's another stroke for talking without permission again," was his tormentor's initial response before adding "but, to help you control yourself, I'll make you an offer. I'll chain you in place for your punishment. However, if you accept, to compensate for my trouble in making things easier for you, you'll have to suffer twice the number of blows, which I calculate would now be ten. What do you say to my kind proposal."

Anthonius reluctantly agreed because he felt that he would suffer many more than ten strokes if he tried to endure the genital whipping without physical restraints, and Ceionius soon had his victim's arms and legs chained to the manacles suspended from the ceiling and embedded in the floor. However, the spreadeagled boy's cock had softened with the pain and so Ceionius had to play with it to restore it to its former glory. As he did so, he was pleased to see a nice red stripe running across the middle of the upper side.

Ceionius practised again before landing the second blow, but now the first of the ten to be applied. This caught the cockhead causing the sobbing Anthonius to yell wildly and his whole body to shake violently despite the taut bondage. Four more savage blows were inflicted on the boy's upper penis, now very red but remarkably still rigid and drooling precum, before Ceionius turned his attention to the underside. The third of these blows struck Anthonius' balls and blood spurted from his mouth because he had bitten his tongue badly. The fourth blow caused the boy's second orgasm of the session and so Ceionius did not finish with the next. Instead, the boy athlete walked behind the boy prostitute and struck his victim's balls with an 11th blow, a vicious upper cut.

Ceionius went to inspect the damage he had caused. He discovered that Anthonius' cock and balls were covered in nasty red stripes, some beginning to bleed. He also found that the action had made his own penis rampant again, so he sodomised Anthonius brutally whilst his victim remained chained. The session still had an hour left.

Earlier, as Sura prepared to meet his new God, a loud blast of a horn stopped the approaching lion in its tracks, despite its intense hunger and the proximity of its repast. A number of heavily armed soldiers entered the arena carrying recently butchered large cuts of beef, which they threw on the ground. The nostrils of those lions not yet feasting were diverted away from the original more scrawny banquets that they had been anticipating to the more appetising bloody fare now on offer. This allowed a couple of soldiers to pick Sura up and manhandle him to safety. The other boys still alive were left behind and they would soon become the centre of the still-hungry lion's attentions again after the animals had eaten the tasty aperitifs provided by the soldiers. The bemused Sura was escorted by the soldiers along several passageways until they emerged at a heavily guarded spectator entrance. They led the young naked eunuch through and the boy immediately saw Diocletian, Casperius and Lysus waiting for him to arrive and sporting large menacing grins. Sura was now in the Imperial box from where he had been recognised. "Welcome back," said the Emperor; "I didn't know that you liked playing with lions and I'm sorry to interrupt your fun, but I have other activities in mind for you, at least for now. I could always return you here on another day to resume your acquaintance with my new pets!"

Ceionius had released Anthonius and made him kneel on all fours on the bed. He then delicately fondled the boy prostitute's body, paying particular attention at the end to his sublimely smooth buttocks and their central aperture. His attentions had had the desired affect because Anthonius became deeply aroused again, his cock pointing rigidly downwards despite its recent afflictions and orgasms. The bed underneath was being soiled by precum. "I won't have you again if you don't want me to," announced the client, "instead I'll just go." He gently fingered the prostitute's sphincter before continuing "However, if you ask me nicely, like the true whore you are, I might consider servicing your obvious needs again." Ceionius continued his sensitive fondling of Anthonius' rear, observing the boy's cock quivering in excitement and expelling more and more precum. Anthonius tried to resist the awful humiliation of begging someone, who hated and had enjoyed viciously hurting him, to satisfy him in the way he now realised he needed desperately, but the careful ministrations continued remorselessly.

"Well, whore," Ceionius eventually asked, "shall I go?" Anthonius was silent and Ceionius removed his hands from the boy's body. This did the trick for the intensely aroused frantic boy prostitute started to speak "Please don't go, sir!" "Why shouldn't I, what to you want me to do?" was the response, along with a finger cautiously running down the quivering bumcrack. There was a pause before a low voice said "Please sodomise me, sir!" "You'll have to speak louder than that" was the further response and so Anthonius repeated his degrading plea more loudly. "Why do you want me to do that? What does it prove that you are? Tell me, in the correct manner, and I'll see if I can oblige," Ceionius verbally teased as he manually teased the buttocks again. There was another pause before Anthonius said "I want you to have me again, sir, because I'm a real whore who likes having large cocks stuffed up his bum and in his mouth!" This time both boys knew that what was just said was true. Ceionius rewarded Anthonius for his confession in the manner both desired.

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