Pueros

The Lycian Prince

(1st version)

Chapter 46 - Questions

Having questioned Anthonius and secured the truthful answer as to what the former Prince had now become, rewarding the whore appropriately, Ceionius redressed to leave the private entertainment chamber. As he put his clothing back on, the 16 years old complimented the 14 years old "I like the way the eagles on your body seem to have bred since we last met. You're now displaying them all over, even on your hands and feet. Perhaps, you'll have even more when next we meet!" However, the two were never to meet again for, when Ceionius returned to Rome to compete in the next Imperial boy games, Anthonius had long left the city.

Meanwhile, Sura found himself back in a cell in the dungeons of the Imperial palace, adjacent to one occupied by Sebastian, although the boy was unaware of this. The naked eunuch was terrified because he had experienced the horrors of his branding within the dungeon confines and wondered what was now lined up for him. He had to wait, huddled in a corner of his small cold unfurnished prison, until the morning to find out.

Perversely, it had been Sura's brandmarks that had saved the young eunuch's life, at least for now. The boy's other physical features could not be clearly discerned from the Coliseum's Imperial box because of the distance but the ten brands burnt onto his smooth skin had been quickly recognised. His gaoler was later questioned as to how he could have allowed such clearly designated Imperial property to be endangered in the arena. He had survived by telling the truth for he had genuinely believed that the boy was a discarded Imperial chattel, sent to his death for secretly being a Christian. Perversely, Sebastian's arrest had been the result of coincidence for Casperius just happened to be at the villa inspecting the accommodation allocated to the Lycian royal females when the Praetorian captain unexpectedly arrived on his own more devious mission.

The man who had branded Sura came to collect the petrified boy. He took him to the torture chamber and chained the lad in much the same way as he had previously, spreadeagled and off the ground. He left the tremulous youngster in that situation for an hour before returning with Casperius. The major domo walked round the boy, re-acquainting himself with the results of the neat gelding and branding, and noticing that the lad had seemed to have lost weight. "No-one been feeding you for a few days?" he eventually remarked rhetorically, with a smirk, before continuing "Now, Sura, you're to tell me who helped you to desert your post at the palace. I know that you would not have done so on your own. So, who was it?" The young eunuch remained silent.

Whilst he waited for the answer that did not come, Casperius played with Sura's pretty penis, now sadly destined to remain permanently small and flaccid. The major domo, unhappy with the silence, decided to create a little noise and pinched the young soft defenceless cock viciously and elicited the required cry of anguish from the boy. "Now, Sura, stop being naughty," the cruel man commanded, "tell me who it was. Look around at all the accoutrements we have to secure the truth from you eventually. Be sensible and avoid us having to spend the time and trouble of using them on your very nice body." The young eunuch did look at the wide variety of torture items and shivered but still kept quiet.

"Well, I think the first thing we'll do," declared Casperius, as he continued to fondle Sura's penis, "is to cut off this useless piece of equipment. You don't really want your cock anymore, do you? The pathetic remains of your scrotum can be removed too to tidy things up. My friend here will then cauterise the wound before he continues your questioning using some of his pleasant tools. However, you could always give me the name of the person who helped you. It would save us the bother of all this messy nastiness!" The brave boy just nodded negatively.

Casperius stood back to allow the torturer access to Sura's already damaged loins. The man had a very sharp knife in his right hand and he rested the blade against the base of the boy's penis, which he pulled painfully downwards with his left. "One last chance," announced the major domo, "give me the name now!"

Chapter 47 - Answers

The terrified but brave Sura did not break. He just closed his eyes and waited for the knife to complete its work. However, the torturer's task was delayed by the opening of the chamber's door. Diocletian entered with a couple of Praetorian guards. Casperius and the torturer bowed. "Has the eunuch said who it was yet?" asked the Emperor. "No, Your Majesty," replied the major domo, "I regret to advise that the gelding is being stubborn." "How were you proposing to extract the information from him?" queried Diocletian. "We thought that we'd start by removing what remains of his genitalia," declared Casperius. "Hmm," the Emperor retorted, "isn't that dangerous? We Romans don't seem to be very successful at nullification as most of those we unman in that way tend to die, and quickly. Only the Nubians seem to have the knack guaranteeing the victim's survival after performing the deed and I don't want the brat dying on me. After appropriately severe punishment, I want him returned to his former demeaning life. Overall, much better chastisement than a speedy death, I think!"

"Whatever you wish, Your Majesty," responded Casperius, deeply disappointed at the Imperial intervention, "we can use some of the other implements on his body instead." Diocletian, after some thought, replied "No, I believe that I have a better idea. Bring Sebastian here!" The major domo nodded to the torturer who went to collect the disgraced and imprisoned Praetorian captain, gathering two dungeon guards on the way to help him. The shackled young man, naked with his body showing clear signs of heavy torture, was soon dragged by the guards before the Emperor. The captain was shocked to see that Sura, now gagged by Casperius, was also present. The boy's reaction to Sebastian's appearance, particularly in his present state, was similar.

"Well Sebastian," announced Diocletian, "we were just asking the young eunuch here for the identity of the person who helped him desert my service. He declines to enlighten us, presumably to protect the culprit. The major domo was just about to sever the insubordinate boy's useless cock to try to encourage him not to be so naughty but, before he did so, I thought that you might like to enter the conversation. Do you have any idea for whom the lad is prepared to sacrifice his penis?" Sura was frantically nodding 'no' in an effort to persuade Sebastian to keep their secret but the captain knew that he could not allow the boy to be harmed on his account, even if he had not already known that his life was forfeit, and confessed to his role.

Diocletian advised "We thought so, especially after your effort to remove Anthonius' mother and sister from Imperial protection. It is obvious that you have become infatuated by my former boy companion, enough to risk your life to save him from his current plight. However, you first had to secure the hostages I retain to persuade Anthonius to continue submitting to my will, who included his young friend here as well as his kin, before you could obtain your lover's co-operation. Well, you've failed and will now die. However, in return for your past services, which included once saving my life, I shall be compassionate as to the method of your death. My mercy will permit your end to be inflicted by a company of Praetorian archers. Your execution will take place this very afternoon." The Emperor then ordered the guards to return the traitor to his cell.

"What would you like doing with the young eunuch, Your Majesty?" enquired a now smiling Casperius. "Have him whipped severely all over but without causing permanent damage," answered Diocletian, "and, after he has recovered from his wounds, have it done again and then again. Once he has recovered a third time, return him to my service in his former role but make sure that he is then permanently shackled. I don't want him tempted to try his own escape. Meanwhile, I shall make enquiries as to whether there is anyone in Rome who can safely perform his nullification. Thinking about it, I fancy having a young white eunuch, with genitals completely shaved off his body, to add to my collection of similarly altered Nubians!" The Emperor also now fondled the appalled and crying Sura's unfortunate and seriously endangered soft penis, before turning on his heel and departing from the chamber with his own guards, leaving the boy to receive the first attentions of the whip, which Casperius happily went to select from the many on offer.

Chapter 48 - Saints

Casperius selected the same 8-stranded whip with which Anthonius had been beaten during his session in the torture chamber. The major domo felt that it was only right that friends should share such pleasures. He laid the first few blows across the screaming and sobbing young eunuch's back and bottom before handing the wicked implement over for the torturer to practise his expert skills and going for a midday meal. Caperius heard the boy's yells as he walked down the outside passageway towards the external courtyard, as did Sebastian, quietly praying for the lad's deliverance in a nearby cell. However, salvation did not come for Sura on that day or on the other two occasions, interspersed by a month's recovery period, on which he would be comprehensively flogged.

Casperius called in on Queen Irene and Princess Anthonia on his way back to his own quarters. The royal females had been re-housed in the palace at the major domo's suggestion because he had not been happy with security at the villa. Regardless of Sebastian's attempt to retrieve them from their confinement, Casperius believed, after his inspection of arrangements, that it would be too easy for others to spirit them away. Lysus had many enemies in Lycia and their agents were reported to be present in Rome. Also, he would not put it past Anthonius to attempt a daring reunion if the boy learnt where his mother and baby sister were situated. The major domo was especially worried about the Praetorian guards. Many had become lax and lazy through spending too much time in the capital as opposed to the front lines, and all had a liking for too much wine and ale. Consequently, they might be sufficiently slovenly for rescue to succeed. Casperius had therefore secured the Queen and Princess in rather basic palace accommodation, meant for Praetorian officers, although they retained their two young Lycian maidservants. The rooms had the benefit of being surrounded by the Praetorian's barracks and overlooked the square where their erstwhile rescuer would soon be executed.

Queen Irene was a beautiful woman in her early thirties. Everyone could see where many of her son's fine features had emanated, although his fair hair and eyes had come from his father's lineage. She had been the daughter of the Lycian court physician and had caught the widower King's eye when she was only eighteen and he was sixty-two. She had married for family honour but soon acquired respect for her new husband, who loved her deeply and treated her with adulation. Anthonius arrived within ten months of the marriage, followed miraculously by Anthonia almost fourteen years later.

The Queen had tried her very best to persuade the King not to displease the Romans but the man's senility had overwhelmed him, causing him to make stupid decisions and be very stubborn in having them implemented. As a result, she had lost her beloved son to degradation in Rome and now also found herself in the Empire's capital, under heavy guard, for some unknown reason, although she suspected that Lysus, the newly nominated Lycian King, who had always resented her, was part of the cause. The Queen had asked many questions about why she and her daughter were in such circumstances, as well as regularly asking why she was not allowed to see her son, but received no believable answers. She was also perplexed why a stranger had apparently tried to abduct her and her daughter from their original quite pleasant villa, a failure that had seemingly forced the Romans to transfer them to their current much less salubrious surroundings.

Casperius was annoyed that he had to wait for the Queen to finish breast-feeding her baby before being granted entrance by one of the maidservants, a comely short-haired girl of about 16, whom the major domo could have fancied for his bed if she had been of the opposite sex. Casperius politely asked about the royal females' health and welfare and received an equally polite reply, along with the usual questions. He replied with the usual type of responses although the Queen was disturbed to detect strong sarcasm in the response about her son for the major domo had answered "I'm afraid that he's not at the palace at present as he's enjoying himself elsewhere. However, arrangements will be made for you to see him, whilst he's performing his new duties, on his return!"

Casperius then announced, in case the Queen cared to watch, that the Praetorian captain, who had tried to kidnap her for purposes of ransom, was to be executed in the outside barracks square at mid-afternoon. The Queen did not like to observe such events but was strangely intrigued by the man who was to die for she disbelieved the major domo's explanation for the officer's motives. Casperius departed content that his hostages, held to ensure that Anthonius' continued his acquiescent submission to Imperial will, were now safely incarcerated. The Queen watched the despicable man leave, more worried than ever about what had happened to her beloved Anthonius. Meanwhile, Sura's agonising torment continued.

The still-praying Sebastian was to hear Sura screaming for an hour and a half until finally there was silence. By this time, the whole of the young eunuch's body, back, front and sides, was covered in interlinked bloody stripes and the boy was barely conscious. The torturer had stopped the whipping for to continue would permanently damage the lad, who had to recover fully to enjoy another two comprehensive flagellations. Once quiet had descended and he had said one last prayer for poor Sura and the other victims of Diocletian's cruelties, particularly Anthonius, Sebastian concentrated on praying for his own soul.

It was just before the third hour of the afternoon that Sebastian was collected from his cell by fellow Praetorians and taken to the barracks square, where all off-duty soldiers were standing in line to watch the execution. There the naked young man was bound to a wooden stake, hands above his head and feet together, facing his peers and the balcony where the Emperor would emerge. He was distressed that he displayed a full erection. A company of ten Praetorian archers appeared and took up position in a circle around their victim. They waited for the Emperor and his usual entourage to arrive to signal that the event could begin before their own officer fired the first arrow at the front of the young nude body. The officer's orders, which he had conveyed to his men, were to prolong the spectacle. They would therefore take their time in despatching their deadly missiles, aiming at first to avoid vital organs.

The first arrow struck Sebastian squarely on the left front thigh, shattering a bone and eliciting an agonised yell from the young man. The second, sent by another archer, hit the same place on the other leg, causing similar damage and reaction. The third, despatched from the right, entered the side of his upper thigh. The fourth, from behind, penetrated the centre of the right buttock whilst another did the same to the left. To complete the symmetrical pattern, another arrow crashed into Sebastian's left thigh.

The slow attack continued remorselessly and eventually Sebastian's limbs were peppered with arrows, as were his loins and bottom, all of these areas now awash with blood. One arrow had penetrated the lefthandside of the young man's scrotum, crushing the left testicle. Others, very carefully placed, had struck the sides of his smooth torso from several angles, the arrowheads of some re- emerging through the skin. Sebastian lost consciousness several times during this relentless assault and had to be reawakened with cold water. Nevertheless, not only was his shameful erection maintained, it became fuller.

The officer, who was the most expert archer, now aimed at the victim's stomach and managed two strikes that missed the young man's vitals. He then looked at the Emperor for the coup de grace was now due. Diocletian, taking one last look at his former boy favourite alive, finally signalled his end and Sebastian was struck by more arrows in the belly, plus others in his chest and back. At the same time, the young man's bloodstained cock spurted a long stream of semen a full pace forward onto the ground before blackness overwhelmed his senses.

After such pleasant entertainment, the Emperor returned quickly to the Imperial boy companion quarters for he was in urgent need of a young bum to satisfy his own hard-on. Queen Irene, who had been observing from the window of her rooms, was weeping. The archers and other watching Praetorians returned to their barracks, apart from four soldiers who had volunteered to dispose of the body. The Queen, seeing the dead young man being released from his bondage, left her rooms to cross the now otherwise empty courtyard to offer assistance because she believed that the body should be properly repaired for its reception by the gods.

The soldiers were at first reluctant to accept help because they wanted to bury the body of their friend, and secretly fellow Christian, their own way. They had been part of the small contingent that had helped to disguise Sebastian's secret liaisons with Anthonius in the palace dungeons after the boy had been tortured. However, they were persuaded by the Queen's shock pronouncement "He's still alive!" The Queen had acquired many of her physician father's skills and had detected very shallow breathing. Her prognosis was proved correct by also noticing a feint heartbeat. "Quickly," she ordered, "take him to my rooms!"

Three of amazed soldiers did so, believing that God must be responsible for the miracle. The fourth went to collect Sebastian's own bag of potions and salves, which had been used on Anthonius and was still in the young officer's quarters, not yet re-allocated. The soldiers took it in turn to keep, in pairs, the unconscious Sebastian in a standing position whilst Queen Irene, with expertise, carefully extracted the many arrows from the front and sides of the young man's body. With the help of her horrified but still efficient maidservants, she stemmed the bleeding and treated the wounds with a mixture of her own salves and those of her patient before finally dressing them. Sebastian was then lain on his front on the Queen's own bed so that she could attend to the young man's posterior. Some of the arrows were very complex to extricate, particularly when they were entwined in bone or muscle or located near organs. Amongst the most difficult was that embedded in Sebastian's ball sac.

The whole process took many hours, during which time the Queen realised that the soldiers were friends of the victim and therefore would not betray her medical administrations. After finally turning Sebastian face-up and forcing some potion down his throat, the Queen realised that all that could be done for now to save the young man had been done. She therefore suggested to the soldiers that they returned to their barracks as if they had finished disposing of the body, adding that their friend would be safe on her bed as no-one dared enter a Queen's bedroom without permission. It was conspiratorially agreed between them that, to avoid suspicion, the loyal but now blushing handmaidens would act as if they were the lovers of a couple of the solders so that they could meet, as if for loving liaisons, in order to pass messages about Sebastian's progress. If the young man survived, which was possible because miraculously no vitals had been damaged but also very doubtful, not least because of his severe blood loss and concerns about likely infections, the conspirators agreed to try later to smuggle him out of the palace to safety. The Queen was now especially keen to do this as the soldiers had told the appalled woman why Sebastian had tried to remove her and her daughter from the villa.

Sebastian did somehow live, although movement in his limbs was restricted and his sexlife ruined. However, this did not particularly disturb him as he entered a life of exile, secretly promoting Christianity in distant parts of the Empire. Before he did so, he managed, with the help of his Praetorian friends, to arrange the daring rescue of Queen Irene and Princess Anthonia from their confinement and successfully hide them with his rich acquaintance in Neapolis. He also converted the Queen to his faith and evangelism.

Sebastian was to perform one other service for Anthonius before his voluntary exile but was sadly unable to save the former Prince himself because the boy had left Rome long before he achieved full recovery. They were never to meet again but both would remember their all too few passionate liaisons in the cell of the palace dungeons until their dying days. This came 12 years later for Sebastian when he returned to the capital in order to help his fellow believers during another persecution, this time by Maximian, who had been appointed co-Emperor by Diocletian to rule the west of the huge Empire whilst the latter concentrated on the east. Sebastian was captured and beaten to death by Maximian's thuggish soldiers after insulting the co-Emperor by criticising his cruelty.

However, we shall meet St. Sebastian one more time in this tale, whilst St. Irene makes three more appearances.

Chapter 49 - Orgies

Anthonius, in his boy brothel exile, was ignorant of what had happened to his mother, sister and friends. Two weeks had now passed since his arrival and the new catamite had serviced over seventy clients, some more than once despite the exorbitant cost of his hire. It was now time for the second auction for his boyish favours. This time, Anthonius did not hesitate to dance in the packed entertainment hall, even though Casperius and Lysus were again present, with Prodicus sat on the latter's knee. The former Imperial boy companion's time over another fortnight was quickly sold although, with his novelty lessening with usage, prices were not as high as at the original auction.

The second two weeks passed in the same manner as the first. Customers of all ages continued to exhibit a wide variety of tastes, some very sadistic and painful, all very humiliating. The sessions on the waterwheel continued, as did the acts of degradations for Prodicus and the other catamites, including the gradual continuance of Anthonius' initiation whereby all the other prostitutes were to enjoy both the new boy's anal and oral orifices. Anthonius' days became an opprobrious blur interspersed by, at most, six hours sleep. However, his own youthful vitality and bravery, significantly assisted by the infusion of strong herbal stimulants, somehow kept him going despite the intensifying despair at his plight that generally caused him to cry himself daily to eventual exhausted sleep. More importantly, for his patrons, the boy's body revealed a propensity for speedy recovery, with his rectum miraculously remaining very tight, despite the many invasions, and his libido sustaining its intensity.

After Anthonius had spent his first month in the brothel, it was evident to the proprietor that the boy's attractions had declined sufficiently to permit him to dance naked in the main entertainment hall, before the third auction of his services, in order to stimulate interest. News of the event was accordingly spread around the usual circles and Anthonius was forced to be a walking advertisement again. Once more, the boy was paraded around the streets of Rome, with some young newcomers to the world of boy prostitution, and with servants displaying boards declaring

The idea worked for the hall was again packed as Anthonius displayed his well- honed erotic dancing skills. There was a huge cheer when the boy eventually unravelled the tie on the cord of his thong to allow the minuscule cover to fall to the floor and the confinement of his erection to be ended. His smooth penis was pointing upwards to his navel and drooling precum when the public performance finally finished. The subsequent auction produced prices that were virtually unchanged from the last sale. However, after another two weeks, it was decided to cash in on the value of his hire for the punishment overdue from the first day when he had hit Prodicus, with the action scheduled to take place on the stage in the main entertainment hall to maximise custom. This time, as the boy was paraded along the capital city's narrow gloomy plebeian thoroughfares, the boards read

A deeply apprehensive Anthonius re-performed his stripdance and stood nude whilst the pleasures of hurting him were auctioned to the highest bidders. First to be sold was the infliction of the nipple clamps with various weights. Second was the attachment of the ball stretcher, also with weights. Third was the insertion of a large anal dildo. Fourth, fifth and sixth were beatings by paddle, cane and whip, with the latter raising the highest price. Lysus bought the privilege. Throughout the auction, the boy's erection became humiliatingly more and more pronounced so that, when he was tied spreadeagled between the two posts that had been set up for the purpose on the stage, the lad's cock was again vertical and awash with precum.

The gagged Anthonius was already in a bad state when Lysus came onto the stage. The boy's bloodless nipples were severely extended by the weighted clamps, his ball sac stretched almost to tearing and his whole body, front and back, displayed various shades of red and darker hues and a number of bloodied stripes. However, he still also exhibited a full hard-on. Lysus was given a vicious six-stranded whip and took up position behind his much younger half- brother. The man whispered in the boy's ear "I've been practising on Prodicus for this so that I won't tire too easily as I did once in the palace torture chamber." Lysus' blew gingerly down Anthonius' aural orifice after he said these words and the boy came close to shameful orgasm as a result. The recently nominated new King of Lycia, secretly hiding his own erection, then landed the first two blows from the evil implement across Anthonius' already ravaged back, followed by other strikes across the boy's buttocks and rear legs.

Lysus moved to the front of his agonised and sobbing half-brother and whipped the boy across the chest, stomach and front legs before attacking his loins. Anthoius' convulsed as the leather cords hit his hard cock and sperm spurted upwards onto his body, with some spilling onto the floor, to accompanying loud laughter from all around. The choragus now had to intervene for the boy had had enough, especially as he was to be returned to the palace in another two weeks. Lysus smiled at Anthonius before returning the whip and leaving the stage to fondle Prodicus with increased vigour. Anthonius was released and carried off for treatment by two servants to resounding cheers.

Anthounius was kept alone on a bed in small room for a week whilst he recovered from his injuries before being returned to duty with individual patrons for five days. The boy's body still displayed many of the nasty stripes created by his beatings but that suited certain clients, who were, however, forbidden from adding to them as the lad had to be in reasonable shape for his last two nights as a prostitute. He was to be the star attraction at a couple of outside orgies, by which time the symbols of his brutal chastisement had virtually disappeared.

As well as being returned to duty and the main boy prostitute quarters, Anthonius was also reintroduced to the waterwheel. On his first morning back, whilst he was turning the contraption under the supervision of a younger catamite, Prodicus entered the water cellar. The young overseer immediately left. "I've been trying to speak to you for ages," declared the 16 years old, "but I've got to be careful because I'm not sure that I can trust many of the others not to inform on me. However, I know that I can have faith in the boy who's just left as, how can I say this, we've been rather close over the past couple of years." Prodicus then insisted that he took over the operation of the waterwheel from Anthonius, suggesting "You have a rest as you deserve it I'm used to the wheel as I've spent many hours down here over the years!"

Anthonius did not argue and sat nearby, hunched up for warmth as he was naked and the cellar was cool. "I'm sorry," continued Prodicus as he turned the wheel, "for my recent treatment of you but I've had no choice." "I realised that you had good reason," Anthonius replied; "would you care to tell me what it was?" Prodicus obliged. Anthonius, who had never been known to utter a profanity, simply responded "Bastard!"

Prodicus' extra age, physique and experience enabled him to work the wheel more efficiently than his younger friend and eventually there was as much water coming down the shaft as going up it. "Tank's full," Prodicus declared, "so I can stop." As the 16 years old emerged from the contraption, he noticed that Anthonius was both shivering and sobbing. Prodicus sat to snuggle up to his friend, placing an arm over his shoulders, and asked soothingly "What's wrong?" "I can't carry on," replied the 14 years old, "I want to die!" Anthonius' tears became more fulsome, as did his friend's grip and balmy words. The embrace soon became mutual and eventually neither could resist the other's lips. The lingering kiss led to an intimate exploration of each other's bodies and finally they fully consummated their friendship, their passion making them oblivious to the cold and damp of the cellar floor. Anthonius' despair lessened in proportion to the amount of semen that was drained from him and Prodicus was delighted to see that he was leaving his new lover in a much more chirpy state than when he had arrived.

Unfortunately, such bliss was short-lived as Anthonius' normal routine was restored for the next four days until the penultimate day of his stay in the brothel arrived. After his sleep of 5˝ hours, Anthonius was prepared as normal, with face made up, nipples gilded, body oiled and attired in the customary thong. However, instead of proceeding to one of the private entertainment chambers at the 7th hour of the afternoon, the boy, hands shackled behind his back and lead attached to his neck, was escorted by the leather strap now attached to his throat by the usual servant out of the brothel. He was led through the still-busy streets, to the customary accompaniment of gawking looks and lewd comments from many of the passers-by of both sexes and all ages, to emerge eventually in the quieter and much more spacious and pleasant tree-lined boulevards of the patrician quarter.

The servant took Anthonius to a splendid villa, at the gate of which a black slave awaited their arrival. The slave assumed custody of the catamite from the servant, who returned to the brothel, and gently pulled the boy by the lead along the wide path through the magnificent gardens to a side doorway, the main entrance not being for use by such as them. The duo proceeded down several ornate corridors to a large circular chamber prepared for a banquet but currently empty. Twelve couches and tables surrounded a central entertainment area, in the middle of which Anthonius was stood. The slave released the catamite from his bondage and went to collect a damp perfumed cloth. He used this to wipe the prostitute's feet, and any other part of the young anatomy that had become soiled because of the walk through Rome, before finally assuring himself that the whore's grooming had been restored to perfection.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged patrician host and eleven similarly aged guests, two of whom were women, arrived. Anthonius recognised none of them and was never to know who they were. In fact, the group consisted of rich friends who regularly dined at each other's villas and who tried to upstage each other in terms of food and entertainment. The host tonight thought that playing with one of the Emperor's boy companions, a former prince, would be nicely different as well as fun. The group was accompanied by a small retinue of servants and a flautist. Anthonius blushed as the host and guests walked round the near-nude hired entertainer, discussing his attributes.

The host and guests eventually took their couches and, as the servants began to deliver the wine and the first of the many food courses, the tones of the flute began and Anthonius started to dance. It was to be the boy's longest dance session to date as he continued his melodic and erotic gyrations through eight courses, the last four naked and sporting a full erection. The women laughed and showed particular appreciation at the sight when the latter was revealed, so much so that, when the performance finally finished, they beckoned the boy to them so that they could manually examine the display. Anthonius just managed to prevent himself from climaxing during the intimate ministrations.

Whilst Anthonius was being fondled by the women, two servants brought in a wooden horse, similar to the one in the palace on which the boy had been caned on several occasions, as well as sodomised by the young Prince and his friends. Anthonius was to discover that it was to be used for the latter purpose tonight as he was bound over it and each male guest took it in turn to bugger him. The host, lifting his rich toga and lowering his under-garment, led the charge of penises into the boy's rectum that took almost two hours to accomplish. Meanwhile, the flute continued to play sweetly and those not occupied with Anthonius' anus chatted about many nefarious topics.

When the red-faced Anthonius was eventually released from his bondage, with his limbs and penis both stiff, and with semen dribbling out of his ravaged rear down his inside legs, his mouth was now required to provide entertainment. He had become accustomed to servicing cock but was disgusted to discover that his tasks now included licking and sucking the women's vaginas, and was almost sick as a result. However, the boy finally succeeded in satisfying all twelve reclining diners, leaving him with as much sperm running down his chin as his legs.

Anthonius had remained hard throughout his hours of sexual duty and the host ordered him to relieve himself. The blushing boy therefore had to masturbate in front of him and his guests, as well as the servants present, before licking the resultant mess up from the marble floor. Anthonius, now with flaccid cock, restarted his dancing soon afterwards whilst the patricians chatted again over more wine. The boy was close to exhaustion when the banquet concluded two hours later and he was taken to the host's bed, where he was to spend the night in order to give real value for the huge fee the man had had to pay for his hire. The catamite was collected by the brothel servant mid-morning to be returned to the 'House of Ganymede' to rest and prepare for the next orgy that would conclude his spell as a public whore.

Chapter 50 - Incest

(August 291 A.D.)

After sleep and the usual preparations, Anthonius was taken back to Rome's patrician quarter and an even more splendid villa than the one he had visited on the previous evening. However, the boy was not happy to discover who held the lease as he found himself in the middle of another marbled entertainment floor surrounded by couches, for the host, Lysus, and his chief guest, Casperius, reclined on the most prominent divans. Others were occupied by almost twenty male cronies. Anthonius danced for them in his thong and then naked, embarrassingly sporting the now customary erection. Both Lysus and Casperius were happy at the sight for they could boast to their companions about how they had secured a really natural whore for the orgy. However, this time, Anthonius did not have to dance through every food course. Instead, he was relieved to act as the host's cupbearer whilst two pretty girls, his own age and themselves initially dressed in flimsy thongs, took over. They too were soon naked, revealing vaginas unspoilt by pubic hair. However, their act did not seem to be particularly erotic to Anthonius as his cock softened, a fact noticed by all spectators, including the girls.

Lysus had to fondle his half-brother's genitals to encourage the penis to re- harden, whilst commenting "It seems that the boy whore here doesn't like girls but prefers the attentions of men. Well, I'm sure that between us we can oblige the slut tonight!" Anthonius almost spilt some of the wine, from the full goblet that he was holding against his chest for Lysus, as the man continued "However, we'll first see whether he's capable of impregnating a girl!" Laughter resounded around the banquet chamber but the boy's face just turned bright red.

The two flautists changed the rhythm of their music and the two girls lay on the cool marble floor, splayed face-up. Lysus told Anthonius "Right, whore, you can pick whichever one you want." He then smacked the boy hard across the bum, causing wine to spill down the lad's nude body, before ordering "Give me the cup and off you go!" Tears of shame swelled in Anthonius' eyes as he tried to comply. He knelt over one of the girls, who reminded him a little of Sura, but for once his cock, hovering above her vagina, refused to rise to the occasion. Further laughter did not help the boy's predicament.

"The whore obviously needs some assistance," announced Lysus before commanding the other girl to her feet. The newly nominated King of Lycia then produced a cane from under his couch and gave it to her, instructing "Give the whore four hard whacks across his bottom and we'll see what happens!" The girl approached Anthonius, who was now kneeling on all fours. Tears fell from the lad's eyes onto the face of the girl beneath him as more red stripes formed on his backside. However, by the time the last strike had been inflicted, Anthonius' cock was rigid and he was able to penetrate the girl below. He closed his eyes and thought of Sura's tight anus and finally accomplished his task to accompanying sniggering from all around. It was to be the first and last time that the boy's penis was to experience a female vagina.

"Slut!" was the smirking Lysus' sole remark at his half-brother's eventual success before ordering "Now come here to enjoy what you really want." As Anthonius stood again and turned to face Lysus, he saw that the man was now sitting upright and had lifted his toga and pulled down his undergarment. A large throbbing erection was now visible. "Come and sit on my knee, little brother," Lysus instructed, "to feel what your friend, Prodicus, has pleasured many times over the years!" The blushing boy reluctantly obeyed and gingerly began to lower his sphincter towards the long thick rod, oozing precum. He was too slow for Lysus who grabbed his half-brother by the arms and pulled him brutally downwards, quickly impaling the lad. Anthonius uttered a low cry as pain reverberated through his young body despite the fact that his rectum had previously suffered many similar intrusions.

Anthonius paused for a moment whilst the agony subsided but this did not please the impatient Lysus who said "You know what to do, so do it or you'll receive many more strokes of the cane!" The boy began to comply by placing his hands on the couch either side of his brother and raising and then lowering his bottom. As a rhythm was achieved, Anthonius' cock rose again and Lysus reached round to masturbate it roughly. It did not take long for the boy to feel his rectum being filled and his own semen splash onto his chest and face, where Lysus had directed it.

After recovering from his wonderful climax, Lysus threw Anthonius onto the floor before instructing the whore to suck him clean. The boy took another half an hour to bring his half-brother to further orgasm. Meanwhile, Casperius looked on amused as he ate and drank, whilst the girls resumed their dancing, a little semen running down from one of their vaginas. Anthonius was later to entertain the major domo in the same way as he had Lysus, both men being delighted finally to enjoy the boy after such a long wait and before it was too late. Nine other guests also pleasured themselves with the young male whore whilst the rest contented themselves with the female variety. Lysus and Casperius enjoyed second helpings of the catamite before the orgiastic banquet ended just before dawn.

A happy Lysus had Anthonius' hands tied behind his back and his half-brother thrown naked into the street outside by a slave, with orders for the boy to find his own way back to his brothel. Lysus knew that the lad had to comply as his mother and sister were still held as hostages. A very scared, humiliated and sore Anthonius, semen running from both his oral and anal orifices, began his lonely journey along the now quiet but very uninviting dark streets of the capital city, hoping that he could find his way back to the 'House of Ganymede' without encountering anyone. As the boy cautiously made his way, he was not only fearful of the dangers that the gloomy thoroughfares immediately presented but also of his return, later that day, to the Imperial palace for he would then learn of the destiny that the Emperor had lined up for him. As Anthonius walked, his shamefully horizontal penis, drooling its own precum, pointed his direction.

Anthonius proceeded carefully along the quiet dark streets of Rome, naked and hands tied behind his back. His beautiful body displayed its full ornamentation, the Ganymede medallion, the gold nipple and cock rings, the eagles branded round his tits, just above his genitals, on his upper front thighs, in the side hollows of his buttocks, as well as squarely in the middle of each bumcheeck and on his upper arms, hands and feet. A small circle of branded intertwined snakes surrounded his navel, a memento from his African adventure. Streaks of drying semen decorated the boy's chin and inside legs. The delicious spectacle was completed by the sight of his erect cock pointing his direction. The lad was scared but also strangely excited by his predicament. There would still be people about at this early hour, because the city never went completely to sleep, and more would soon spill into the thoroughfares with the imminent arrival of dawn.

Anthonius hoped that he would both remember the route back to the brothel and avoid being observed on the way. If anyone did see him, the boy trusted that they would just laugh at him but he was afraid that some might take liberties. His fear was to be substantiated for, as he came round an alleyway corner, suddenly in front were two soldiers, one with a drawn sword in his hand and the other carrying a flaming torch. They had been looking for a reported burglar but decided to abandon the search temporarily because the surprised nude Anthonius was just too late in jumping into the shadows of a doorway. The soldiers approached the lad.

"What have we got here?" the ugly bearded and smelly swordsman asked, surveying the lovely scene. "Just returning to the 'House of Ganymede, sir," answered a tremulous Anthonius, "after visiting a client." The man, lifting the point of his sword so that it was level with the boy's throat, responded "A high class, well-decorated and conveniently packaged boy whore, eh. I was hoping to enjoy a cheaper one of your kind at another much less posh establishment later. Do you give free samples, whore?" The sword tip was now pressed against the lad's thyroid as his body was forced against the door behind.

Anthonius, voice quaking, managed to respond "Not usually, sir!" The soldier's mouth started to ooze lustful spittle. "You're a nice juicy little animal," the man declared, whilst examining the dried sperm on the boy's chin and legs and viewing the lad's hard penis, "who's already obviously enjoyed a lot of cock tonight but seems desperate for more. Turn round!" His chosen victim reluctantly obliged.

"That bum's crying out for a another good fucking!" the soldier crudely announced, whilst feeling the fine orbs with his free hand. Anthonius' penis started to drool precum and rise to the vertical. "You'll give me a free taste, won't you whore?" The man, reaching round to fondle the boy's damp erection, added "In fact, I think you're desperate to give me a free treat, aren't you whore?" The lad did not answer until he felt the sword tip press against his sphincter after the hand had been withdrawn and the last question was repeated.

"Yes, sir," Anthonius was obliged to say. The boy now felt his rope bondage being severed by the sword before being ordered "Then brace yourself against the door, splay your legs and push your bum out. Of course mine won't be the first cock you've had inside you but it may be one of the biggest!" As the lad began to assume the required degrading position, he peeked around and his horrified eyes saw the soldier pass the sword to his companion before dropping his loincloth and pulling back the front of his tunic to reveal a truly massive penis.

The soldier spat on his hand and rubbed saliva over his erection, whilst asking his colleague "Do you want a go after me?" "You can have sole use of the whore," the second man replied, "I prefer them without cocks and balls between their legs. Just get on with it as we don't want the centurion catching you having fun when on duty!" "Well there's no accounting for taste," the rapist answered sarcastically, "though I think you're fussy for this one's got so little between his legs that you can hardly tell what he is." The man laughed at his own joke before returning his attention to his humiliated and terrified victim, commanding "Now, whore, get your legs wide apart, bum fully out and brace yourself as I've told you once already!" The man reinforced this order with an open handed hard clout across Anthonius' raw rump, causing the boy to yelp with pain.

Anthonius knew there was no escape. He had to submit if he was to survive for he was sure that the soldiers would have no compunction in running him through with the weapon, thinking up their reasons later if anyone noticed. Obediently he splayed his legs, bent forward, rested his hands palm down against the door and pushed his bottom up, offering it to the soldier. The man licked his index finger, ran it down the cleft of the boy's bum and then jabbed it hard into him. The lad gasped as more pain hit him.

The finger was withdrawn and Anthonius soon felt the head of the soldier's huge cock pressing against the remarkably tight lips of his young anus. The man dug his thumbs into the raw flesh of the boy's buttocks before viciously prizing the lad open as the penis forced a passage past the sphincter. The rapist grasped Anthonius' hips, pulling him back as he thrust forward and burying his throbbing cock to it's hilt. The boy's shrill screams echoed down the alleyway. The lad had been sodomised many times before but never quite as cruelly.

This, Anthonius thought, as the pain tore through him, is how a slave is truly, using the soldier's plebeian terminology, fucked. The man withdrew and then drove forward again and the former Prince could feel the rapist's coarse dirty pubic hair rubbing against his smooth buttocks. Impaled on the soldier's pulsating cock, it seemed to the lad as though his whole body was being split open from his rectum upwards.

As the action proceeded, several parties of late revellers, men and women, staggered past, all pausing to take in the sight of a young boy being malevolently sodomised by a member of the Roman garrison. Without exception, they presumed that the lad had not succumbed voluntarily but no-one gave any consideration to intervening. It was simply too dangerous to question the actions of soldiers and anyway the youngster probably deserved his fate for being out alone on the streets at such a time. Most therefore just laughed, whilst watching a bit of the spectacle before moving on.

The soldier suddenly thrust forward with such force that he lifted Anthonius' feet from the ground, ramming him head first against the door. The heads of some people, wakened by the racket, appeared at a few of the windows above and opposite but all, like the passers-by, simply took a glance at proceedings before returning to their original activities.

Anthonius eventually felt the soldier come deep inside him, the man holding the boy firmly in place as he completed his orgasm. When the soldier finally let go, the lad tumbled to the floor at his rapist's feet. The quietly sobbing Anthonius, semen oozing again out of his ravaged hole, was left in peace momentarily before kicks thudded into his ribcage. "Get up whore," the soldier shouted, "your job's only half done. Lick your filth off me, you lump of dog turd!"

The soldier seized Anthonius by his hair and hauled him up onto his knees. The boy could see the man's obnoxious cock, covered with blood and cum, hanging limply just in front of his face. Automatically, the revolted lad pulled backwards. "Oh, too high class a whore to do your duty by the men of the garrison of Rome are you slut?" the rapist teased before addressing his companion, "Just let the little gentleman feel the point of my sword would you." As he complied, the smirking colleague advised "The whore came himself when you were having him. His belly and chest, and the doorway, are covered with his sperm, which is also still dribbling from his prick." After checking for himself, the rapist declared "You really have found your true vocation, haven't you whore?"

Anthonius hoped to escape answering but the second soldier pressed the sword tip more firmly into his back, causing some blood to erupt from the skin. The boy therefore replied hesitatingly "Yes, sir, I'm a truly sluttish whore!" Further pressure on the sword hurried the lad into bending forward to lick and suck the filth from the rapist's odorous limp member.

After a while, the soldier grabbed hold of Anthonius' hair again and, pulling the boy's head back, announced "That's clean enough, whore" before driving his knee into the lad's face. Anthonius shrieked and fell backwards, covering his face with open hands and blood squirted out between his fingers. "Come on, you've had your fun," the rapist's companion finally suggested, "and there's a thief to try to catch before I go to find some nice young female cunt. Redress and take your sword!"

"Still think you're too fussy," his friend replied before they moved off together, "the boy whore's tight pussy was better than any girl's!"

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