THE LYCIAN PRINCE Chapters 1 & 2
By Pueros

copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved 

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

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

Chapter I - Waiting

(January 290 AD)

The Emperor Diocletian was becoming impatient.

Nonianus, head of the Imperial Household, was in turn beginning
to worry. Diocletian's notorious temper could flare if impatience
turned to anger. As a result, anyone present could easily suffer.
For example, the Emperor had been known, when angered, to run a
sword into a courtier's stomach just for an incautious phrase.

Diocletian sat in his state pavilion tent, surrounded by his
senior army officers and household advisors, awaiting the now
overdue arrival of the Lycian delegation. The Emperor had
reluctantly agreed to meet the embassy on advice from his senior
general and Nonianus.

The general knew that the Lycians were ready to sue for peace and
he did not want any of his men unnecessarily wasted in prolonging
the campaign. Nonianus believed that the long-term interests of
the Empire justified allowing the local populace some mercy.

Lycia, located in what is now southwest Turkey but then populated
by ethnic Greeks, had been a client kingdom of Rome for a couple
of centuries, prospering under the Empire's protection. The
present King had ruled wisely for many years, maintaining
excellent relations with the various Emperors. However, he had
become senile in old age and had taken irrational exception to
some new Imperial taxes. He therefore rather stupidly refused to
pay any more, and expelled the small and surprised Roman
garrison, whilst declaring his country's independence of foreign
suzerainty.

Diocletian had just completed a successful campaign to put down a
Parthian-inspired rebellion in Syria and had decided to attend to
the Lycian impertinence himself on his way home to Rome. The
Emperor had landed unopposed with a couple of legions on the
coast and quickly progressed inland.

The small Lycian army, which had not experienced a war for over a
hundred years, was no match for the hardened Roman legions and
had been quickly routed. The countryside was ravaged and soon the
capital city was being besieged.

Diocletian knew that the end would not be long delayed for the
capital was not prepared to withstand a prolonged siege after so
many years of peace. The Emperor's instinct was to let matters
take their course, raise the city and enslave the population as
evidence to other client kingdoms of the consequence of defying
Rome's omnipotence. However, the Princeps had reluctantly bowed
to advice to listen first to the Lycian entreaties.

Diocletian was now thinking that this advice had been unsound, as
the Lycians were compounding their rebellion and testing his
patience further by being discourteously late. Nonianus,
appreciating the Emperor's increasing annoyance, hoped that
something would happen soon or he could be one of those who bore
the brunt of the Princeps' displeasure.

Fortunately, something did happen in the form of a distraction.
Armillatus, the latest of Diocletian's beautiful bumboys, entered
the tent. The catamite was 12 years old and sported a shock of
straight black hair, deep brown eyes, sumptuous rosy lips and a
lithe lightly tanned and nicely proportioned body.

Armillatus was dressed in the tight white short-sleeved tunic
with purple edgings of an Imperial page. The garment of expensive
material extended to just below the boy's groin and tended to
highlight rather than simply hide his delectable shape.

Armillatus had been sent to collect fresh wine and had returned
with a large silver jug. Diocletian immediately gestured that the
boy should replenish the Emperor's matching goblet, insisting
that the cup be filled to the brim and then be held for him.

Armillatus obeyed, standing immediately to his Imperial master's
right, holding the goblet pressed to his chest with both hands
for steadiness and waiting to offer the cup to Diocletian
whenever signalled. However, the Emperor now decided to amuse
himself with the boy whilst he waited impatiently for the
Lycians.

Diocletian surreptitiously reached out his right hand until it
delved underneath the rear of Armillatus' tunic and then under
the rear flap of the boy's loincloth underwear, placing his hand
gently on the cloth covering his catamite's smooth buttocks. The
startled 12 year-old then jumped slightly in surprise, spilling a
little wine in the process. However, he knew better than to move
away or say anything.

Armillatus knew he must instead try to allow Diocletian to fondle
him furtively and intimately without revealing what was
happening. Nevertheless, some of the military and court advisors
present realised what the Emperor was doing and either looked on
entranced or found something else to do.

The Imperial hand proceeded gently to massage Armillatus'
buttocks before the fingers ran up and down the boy's bumcrack.
The young recipient of such attention swallowed hard in his
efforts to maintain some form of equilibrium but he could feel
himself becoming aroused.

Diocletian had not bedded Armillatus for over ten days and, as
usual in such circumstances, the pubescent boy, who was now
rather fond of ejaculation, had since been forced to remain
chaste or risk punishment. He therefore desperately needed sexual
relief.

A bead of sweat slowly worked its way down Armillatus' forehead,
whilst the Imperial hand moved further underneath the boy and
began to rub his genitals, which were covered not only by the
front flap of his loincloth but also by a little thong. Such
intimate attention immediately encouraged the 12 year-old's
already partially excited uncut cock to enlarge further.

The rubbing then proceeded remorselessly. As a result,
Armillatus' gorgeous young form swayed, spilling a little more
wine, and he had to close his eyes because he felt himself
becoming dizzy. Nevertheless, the relentless genital massaging
continued.

Armillatus' slender cock, which was a little larger than normal
for a boy of his age because of the recent copious attentions
afforded to it in the service of his Imperial master, was now
really causing its cloth encasement to bulge. The 12 year-old
also recognised that the Imperial hand was bringing him close to
climax.

Armillatus therefore whispered to Diocletian in desperation.
"Lord," the boy advised, "I'll cum if you don't stop." However,
the Emperor proved rather unsympathetic.

Diocletian whispered back, whilst continuing to fondle
Armillatus' bulging thong, "You have until the Lycians arrive to
resist or it's two strokes of the cane later. Double if you spill
more wine!"

Armillatus now knew that Diocletian was playing with him in two
ways. However, fear of the threat now hanging over the boy could
not prevent his penis from continuing to enjoy and react to the
remorseless secret gentle rubbing and his cockhead eventually
began to emerge from his thong and the downside of his loincloth.

Armillatus' only compensation for such embarrassing exposure was
that his tunic still hid his undergarments from general view.
However, given the unrelenting rapid expansion of his penis, the
boy worried that such cover might quickly not extend to his
cockhead, which might soon peek out below the bottom hem.

Several more beads of sweat ran began to run down Armillatus'
forehead, as he felt his cock pounding and becoming fully
engorged, whilst the rubbing continued. The boy's immaculate body
then suddenly visibly shuddered uncontrollably, forcing the
goblet to fall from his grasp and encouraging everyone to look at
him.

What everyone else now saw was the goblet on the floor of the
tent and Armillatus' hands feverishly gripping the sides of his
tunic. The boy's body was vibrating and his lovely face was
flushing bright red, whilst his rosy lips released a quiet moan.
A stream of white liquid also emerged from under his uniform to
splash onto the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a centurion entered the tent to announce
the arrival of the Lycian delegation. The officer was about to
elaborate further when he was swiftly silenced by Diocletian's
impatient command to "Just bring them in". With an amused frown,
the Emperor then glanced down at the small pool of white boy seed
next to a larger one of spilt wine.

Diocletian subsequently looked aside at Armillatus, who was
standing motionless in post-orgasmic shock and shame. "Four
strokes of the cane later before bed," the Emperor whispered, and
the boy visibly shivered again, although this time not as a
result of sexual climax.

Diocletian then looked up and shivered himself in shock, as the
Emperor thought there was now a young god standing before him.

Confused, Diocletian asked of the divine boy "Who are you?
Where's the Lycian delegation?"

The boy replied confidently, in excellent Latin, "Sire, I am
Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, and I am the delegation!"

Chapter II - Delegation

Diocletian was suddenly rendered speechless but not because the
Lycians had had the effrontery to send a child to negotiate with
him. The Emperor was instead overwhelmed because Anthonius, who
was about the same age as Armillatus, was the most beautiful boy
he had ever seen.

Anthonius sported straight silky golden hair, immaculately
trimmed in the Roman bowl style, and his face was that of a young
Adonis, with sparkling sky-blue eyes and sensuous rosy lips. Like
Armillatus, the perfect boy wore a tight short-sleeved white
tunic of the finest material, which extended to just below his
groin. However, instead of purple edgings, the hems of the
garment were neatly adorned with colourful but discreetly not too
ostentatious embroidery.

Anthonius' short and tight tunic allowed his sleek bare arms and
legs, and the well-defined profile of his covered torso, to
suggest an impeccably proportioned frame. The confined fit of the
garment also made especially clear the perfect curvature of the
twin mounds comprising the boy's bottom.

Diocletian's shock was initially compounded by the fact that such
a gorgeous vision seemed completely out of place in Lycia until
he remembered the legend that the local royal family had stemmed
centuries previously from conquering golden-haired warriors from
the north.

Anthonius now strode forward purposefully to stand immediately
before Diocletian. The divine boy then bowed gracefully and asked
politely in an angelic voice if he might speak further. The still
stunned and speechless Emperor, whose throat had suddenly dried
up, somehow managed to gesture permission.

As the senior officials of the Lycian royal court had cunningly
anticipated, being fully aware of Diocletian's liking for
handsome boys, the Emperor had been completely disarmed and
smitten by the startling vision of this particular delectable
princely specimen. They were hoping that Anthonius could use his
undoubted spectacular charms to obtain generous peace terms from
the Princeps.

Anthonius proceeded by confirming that he was the second son of
the Lycian King. The boy also apologised for being late but
explained, without malice, that he had been held up at the Roman
picket lines because no-one had at first believed that he
represented the expected delegation.

Anthonius went on to explain that, with his father very ill and
his elder adult half-brother absent, he had been asked, as acting
head of the royal family, to talk to the great Diocletian on
behalf of his people. The Emperor was aware of the much older
sibling, Lysus.

Lysus had exiled himself to Rome years before, apparently in
disgust at being displaced from his elderly widower father's
affections by a new son born to a second young wife. The man was
unpleasant in many ways but had become a regular court hanger-on.

Diocletian had indulged Lysus' ingratiating presence, and had
actually given him a court position, because his similar sexual
preferences were even more perverse and sadistic than his own.
The Emperor had made him responsible for organising the
entertainment at the many orgiastic Imperial banquets.

Anthonius, helped by expert preparatory tutoring, belied his
tender years by exhibiting remarkable self-assurance and
maturity, as he started to press the Lycian case for clemency
from Diocletian. Speaking eloquently in Latin, which contained
just a hint of Greek accent, the boy described his people's
immense sorrow that the King's sickness of mind had caused upset
with Rome. He also detailed their desire to make amends, and
concluded his graceful opening statement by kneeling before the
Emperor and humbly begging him to be allowed to negotiate an
honourable peace.

Diocletian had by this time become utterly infatuated with
Anthonius. The Emperor was also aware that, as well as suffering
from a very dry throat, his cock, which had become semi-hard
within his purple toga as a result of playing with Armillatus,
had now become rigid.

Diocletian did not immediately answer the kneeling Anthonius'
entreaty because of the dryness of the Imperial throat. The
Emperor instead quietly croaked a command to Armillatus, ordering
the page to refill a fresh goblet with wine.

After Armillatus had sheepishly complied, and Diocletian had
quickly emptied the goblet to restore his dried vocal chords to
some semblance of working order, the Emperor gently asked
Anthonius to regain his feet. The Princeps then consumed another
two full cups of wine to help him recover at least some of his
composure before commanding that a chair for the Prince be
brought up close to his own.

As Anthonius subsequently sat in the proffered chair, he placed
his hands on the seams of his tunic in an unsuccessful attempt to
prevent the short garment from rising up his thighs. At the same
time, the young Prince noticed that the face of similarly-aged
very pretty page, who had just served Diocletian with wine, was
flushed and exhibited worry.

Anthonius then noticed the goblet on the floor and realised that
the page must have been clumsy and would be expecting
chastisement. The surprised and intrigued Prince also thought
that he recognised the little patch of white fluid close to the
cup but, before he could ponder the strange matter further, his
attention was drawn to Diocletian.

Diocletian, with mouth open, was gaping back towards Anthonius'
groin, seemingly transfixed by what he was seeing. The Prince's
tunic had ridden up his thighs when sitting and this had clearly
revealed, from the Emperor's own seated viewpoint, the boy's
loins, covered by just a skimpy white loincloth and underlying
thong.

The sight caused Diocletian to be silent for quite a time after
Anthonius sat down, and the Prince was too polite to disturb the
Imperial reverie too early, despite recognising and being
slightly embarrassed by the clear cause. However, the perceptive
boy did not realise that the Emperor had just managed to avoid
replicating Armillatus' earlier humiliating ejaculation.

The unwanted Imperial climax had almost arrived when Diocletian
had appreciated what the slight bulge at the front of Anthonius'
now visible undergarment had represented and believed that he had
also seen a sudden slight growth in its shape. In fact, such
young penile expansion was real.

Anthonius' sudden penile excitement had resulted from the abrupt
displacement of his bafflement and abashment at his advisors'
insistence that, for this meeting with Diocletian, the Prince was
to wear clothing that he had thought he had outgrown a year
previously. The boy's mystification and discomfiture had been
replaced by sudden recognition of the underlying reason, evident
from the Emperor's gaping, and an associated rather narcissistic
guilty thrill, which subsumed any embarrassment.

Despite his tender years, Anthonius was not sexually naïve and he
knew what Diocletian's gawking meant, especially when
accompanied, as now, with heavy breathing and a licking of lips.
Lycian society had inherited much of the sexual liberalism of
more ancient Greek cultures, particularly in attitudes towards
homosexuality and pederasty. In fact, the latter was particularly
encouraged within the upper and middle classes in the shape of
formal man-boy pedagogue-pupil relationships.

Anthonius was also being educated, as was customary for a Lycian
Prince, with a retinue of similarly-aged boys from the noblest of
families. His natural pleasantness, which included consideration
and modesty, had enabled him to befriend all, and he had managed
to explore a pubescent child's normal sexual curiosity from the
age of 10 with some of his closest companions. This had
eventually led to mutual kissing, fondling and masturbation,
enabling him to appreciate the joys of sex and recognise the
signs of desire.

Such happy times had latterly became less frequent, as the more
handsome of Anthonius' friends had recently entered into their
pedagogic relationships with men suitors. The Prince was
disbarred from similarly indulging in the practice because of his
royal status, and this proscription was reinforced by his
father's dedication of him at an early age to the cult of
Ganymede, beautiful boy beloved of Zeus. The King had wanted to
proffer thanks to the gods for the gift of so magnificent a son
so late in life.

Only the most beautiful of boys could be so dedicated and they
were expected to remain virginal until adulthood in honour of
Ganymede and the gods. Nevertheless, the curious Anthonius had
gossiped regularly with his friends about the progress of their
love affairs with men, learning much about the associated
pleasures and pains, not least that the former seemed to outweigh
the latter.

Anthonius' curiosity eventually became frustration. The boy knew
from the looks he was given by men and older youths that he was
physically admired by many of them. This situation was confirmed
when friends revealed that he had acquired the nickname of
'Little Ganymede' in some circles because of his great beauty and
sad inaccessibility.

Anthonius also knew that he experienced enjoyable tingling
feelings throughout his body when ogled. The boy would sometimes
naughtily reward his distant admirers for such excitement by
lifting the bottom hem of his tunic to scratch a non-existent
itch or bend over to retie an already tied sandal, inevitably
intensifying his own sweet sensations and producing a stiffening
of his cock in the process.

As his sexual awareness and needs increased, Anthonius had had to
use his own right hand more and more to gain relief, invariably
whilst daydreaming about being made love to by a handsome male
hero. Girls never yet entered his thoughts.

After briefly enjoying the tingling coursing through his body as
Diocletian continued to glare up his tunic, Anthonius eventually
decided to try to make use of the Emperor's preoccupation with
his charms by disturbing the quietude to relate the peace
proposals he had been told to suggest. Despite the Princeps'
clear attraction towards him, the boy fully expected that he
would subsequently have to haggle seriously before hopefully
reaching a settlement.

In reaction to Anthonius' disturbance of his sexual reverie,
Diocletian listened quietly and patiently to what the Prince had
to say, whilst his eyes now constantly looked the boy over
slowly, from face to feet and vice-versa. The Emperor also
started to realise that there was only one war trophy that he
wanted from his Lycian campaign, and the prize was currently
sitting next to him.

When Anthonius had finished stating the peace proposals,
Diocletian astounded everyone by immediately accepting the
Prince's suggestions. After recovering from the shock of this,
the boy began to offer his profuse thanks but was stopped by the
Emperor. The Princeps now added that there would be one essential
condition for his acquiescence to the terms, namely a certain
guarantee against the Lycians' again rising in revolt, which
would be taken with him back to Rome.

When Anthonius asked what guarantee was wanted, Diocletian
answered "You."

(To be continued)



  
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