THE LYCIAN PRINCE Chapters 10-14
By Pueros

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
pueros@hotmail.com

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 X - Orgasms

(April 290 AD)

Diocletian returned to his palace in Rome a week later and
Anthonius again found that he had been afforded the dubious
honour of dancing at the evening banquet. On this occasion,
the Emperor and his guests were particularly amused by the
sight of the former Lycian Prince's unique brandmarks, as
well as by the dull but still noticeable indications across
the boy's bottom of his recent punishment. The latter fading
stripes became visible as the flaps of the 12 year-old's
loincloth once more rode up and down with his busy
movements.

Later, Diocletian bedded Anthonius for the second time and,
on this occasion, for the whole night, during which the boy
gained little rest. The Emperor was customarily sexually
quite conservative. He generally liked the same foreplay
routines to be followed, namely mutual kissing and licking
followed by the sucking of his penis almost to climax before
he indulged in sodomy, although he did vary the positions
his catamites had to assume in readiness for anal
penetration. Unless tiredness then overwhelmed the Princeps,
he subsequently usually required his special young pages to
conclude the entertainment by performing fellatio.

On this night, Diocletian demonstrated that he was both
still very virile and not too tired by subjecting Anthonius
three times to this customary sexual routine, interspersed
by short bouts of sleep. The boy was sodomised on the first
occasion in the same way that he had been he was when he was
originally deflowered, namely lying on his back whilst
holding his legs in the air. The Emperor later gained
similar pleasure whilst the 12 year-old was lying facedown.

Anthonius' most humiliating moment of the night occurred,
however, when he was subsequently forced to lower himself
onto Diocletian's seemingly insatiable cock in order to
sodomise himself on the still rampantly sexually hungry
Imperial penis. The boy's acute shame was compounded when he
actually ejaculated amidst this debasing process but the
Emperor, evidently in a particularly happy or forgetful
mood, later did not tell Casperius about this punishable
misdemeanour.

The naked Anthonius had been compelled to kneel astride
Diocletian's groin, whilst facing the Emperor, who was lying
on his back with his cock vertical, thanks to the boy's
recent licking and sucking. The 12 year-old had then
carefully lowered himself onto the Imperial erection, using
his hands to guide the hard penis towards penetration of his
sphincter.

The process was both humiliating and hurtful but not as
excruciating as on the first three occasions that Diocletian
had sodomised Anthonius. There were two reasons for this
reduction in pain. First, by lowering himself onto the
Imperial cock, the boy managed to be more careful than when
the Emperor took the initiative. Second, the 12 year-old's
rectum was becoming more accustomed to invasion by the
Princeps' penis.

After Anthonius had carefully received the full hard length
of Diocletian's cock inside him and the boy's smooth
curvaceous buttocks were resting on copious curly manly
pubic hair, he paused for a moment. Whilst in this degrading
posture, feeling the Imperial erection throbbing eagerly
within him, the shamed 12 year-old looked at the Emperor's
face.

Anthonius saw an expression of pure lechery. Diocletian's
eyes were glazed, his mouth was open, with his tongue
sticking out, and he was panting.

Anthonius then looked down at his own groin, where he had
again been experiencing strong tingling feelings. The boy
was subsequently ashamed to ascertain the cause, namely that
his own cock was once more rigid.

Anthonius guessed what would happen when he finally began
carefully to raise himself up from Diocletian's cock to
lower himself immediately again before repeating the process
until the Emperor impregnated him once more. The boy was
proved correct when, simultaneous to the Princeps' fifth
climax of the night, the result of which the 12 year-old
could feel filling his rectum, his own penis erupted to
spill a smaller amount of ejaculate onto the Imperial belly
and chest.

Diocletian's bodily vibrations and gasping, as his semen
filled Anthonius, were now matched by the boy's similar
reactions, as he too demeaningly orgasmed. The 12 year-old
subsequently could not believe that he had responded in such
a shameful manner to the act of self-sodomy. However, his
immediate concern about this was short-lived.

Anthonius' attention was instead quickly preoccupied by his
oral cleansing of the Emperor's belly and chest to remove
his own spilt cum. The boy was subsequently obliged to do
the same with the temporarily sated Imperial cock before
eventually reinvigorating the penis sufficiently to cause
further ejaculation down his throat.

This final act of fellatio for the night, and Diocletian's
sixth impregnation of Anthonius' now sexually efficient anal
and oral orifices, took over an hour to achieve, after which
both Emperor and Imperial catamite fell into exhausted
sleep. The boy could not later tell whether his subsequent
lack of chastisement for unauthorised ejaculation was
because the Emperor had been particularly pleased with him
or had just forgotten the incident.

Anthonius was naturally thankful to escape chastisement,
especially as he believed that the lingering shame, as well
as the pains in his bottom and mouth, resulting from the
night's multiple acts of sodomy and fellatio was punishment
enough. The boy was also amazed at Diocletian's ability to
cum six times in one night, as well as his own much less
commendable susceptibility to orgasm occasionally in
reaction to anal penetration.

Chapter XI - Bedtimes

Over the next month, Diocletian chose Anthonius to be his
bed companion every night, often after an orgy in his
pleasure chamber, where the other Imperial pages would
entertain him first by having various forms of sex with each
other. The Emperor's subsequent overnight focusing on his
latest catamite caused little surprise or resentment, as
newcomers were usually popular with the Princeps in this way
for a while, although the prolonged regularity in respect of
the former prince was unusual.

Diocletian was sometimes too tired or drunk to indulge in
his usual sex routine more than once with Anthonius but, on
other occasions, his appetite and virility again extended to
multiple sessions interspersed with some sleep. The boy
himself estimated that, on average, he had been sodomised
and forced to perform fellatio twice each night during his
first month of service as an Imperial page.

Anthonius had therefore been sodomised by and performed
fellatio for Diocletian about sixty times each during this
first month. However, his black eunuch servant, Niachiarus,
was amazed and happy to discover that the boy's anus
remained remarkably tight, given the amount of attention the
orifice had received from the Imperial cock. The 12 year-old
himself was less pleased about this phenomenon because, as a
consequence, every penetration still incurred pain.

Niachiarus was also happy to confirm that, to his
expectations and Diocletian's delight, Anthonius' genitals
on the other hand had expanded noticeably as a result of the
Emperor's regular manual attentions.

Chapter XII - Betting

(May 290 AD)

The nights that Anthonius spent with Diocletian suddenly
stopped abruptly when he was introduced to a Greek athletics
coach. Until then, the 12 year-old had never heard of the
games for boy athletes that the Emperor held every year in a
small arena within the Imperial palace complex, supposedly
in honour of the gods.

When Anthonius was told about the juvenile games, he quickly
appreciated Diocletian's real motive for holding the annual
event because he learnt that, as well as being excellent
athletes, the specially selected young participants were
expected to be very pleasing to the eye. The Princeps had
devised an ideal way to inspect some of the boy elite of his
Empire, especially as the only attire they were permitted
during competition was a tiny thong coloured light blue.

Anthonius was also sure that Diocletian would have followed
the Greek fashion of complete nudity for athletes if public
Roman morals had allowed. The Emperor might even have
ignored such prudish attitudes if he had still not felt
entirely secure on his throne.

Anthonius was now advised by the coach that Diocletian
wanted his new servant to participate in the next juvenile
games, which would take place in one month's time. The boy
would be the first Imperial page to do so, and he would
spend the next four weeks preparing for the event, during
which period his body would have to remain chaste and free
from Imperial molestation to ensure proper athletic
readiness.

Anthonius was informed by the coach that one of the facts
that Diocletian had discovered about him, whilst enquiring
about him in Lycia, was that the boy would have been a
promising athlete if his royal status had not prevented him
competing. The Emperor had been told that the prince had
been successful in private challenges with some of his
friends who were champions, or nearly, in their age group.

This was the first time that Anthonius realised the extent
to which Diocletian had enquired into his background, and he
could not deny the truthfulness of this particular piece of
information. The boy was a very fast sprinter, who also
possessed good stamina for longer runs.

Anthonius was not as big and strong as many boys of similar
age but he made up for this, in events such as throwing the
discus and javelin, with excellent technique. His one
weakness was in wrestling. No one was supposed to fight a
Lycian Prince and so he had had little practice. Only his
closest friends had secretly tangled with him and they had
usually emerged victorious.

Anthonius was advised by the coach that Diocletian wanted to
give him the opportunity, denied to him in the past, to
compete and literally show his paces publicly. He was not
informed that Casperius and Lysus had cleverly seized the
opportunity, when the Emperor had drunkenly bragged that his
new boy favourite could beat anyone at the forthcoming
juvenile games, to suggest that the page be allowed to
justify such Imperial faith.

Knowing that Diocletian liked challenges, Casperius and
Lysus then supplemented the Emperor's agreement by entering
into a bet. If Anthonius matched his reputation by coming
first in his discipline, they would pay for the games'
costly closing banquet. However, if the boy failed to
achieve such success, they could have him publicly flogged
as part of the entertainment at the function for
incompetence and shaming his Imperial master.

The motives of Casperius and Lysus were not, of course, just
relating to their desire to see Anthonius flogged. The
wicked conspiratorial pair also hoped that athletic defeat
would at least begin to undermine the boy's obvious
popularity with Diocletian, which could endanger their own
positions if seriously prolonged.

Casperius and Lysus confidently expected Anthonius to fail,
given that his boy opponents would be professionals who
participated regularly in games throughout the Empire.
However, the pair also decided to take no chances.

Lysus had, as usual, been charged with organising the
juvenile games. He proposed to make certain arrangements to
make sure that Anthonius was not successful in the event.

Meanwhile, Diocletian in sobriety regretted his decision to
command Anthonius to participate in the juvenile games but
not out of any concern for the boy's welfare. The Emperor
was instead unhappy at the prospect of losing his current
favourite bed companion for at least a month.

Diocletian felt that he could not change his decision about
commanding Anthonius to participate in the juvenile games,
as such action would cause both of them to lose face and
would undermine his drunken boasts about the boy. Having
adopted this stance, the Emperor also believed that he had
to give his young page every chance of making such bragging
come true, even if this meant that he was excused the
Imperial bed for a month. However, the latter Imperial
attitude again had no regard for the interests of the 12
year-old.

Diocletian hated being proved wrong and he wanted Anthonius
to succeed in the juvenile games only for that reason.
Furthermore, if the boy failed, the Emperor considered that
a subsequent comprehensive public flogging would be well
deserved for embarrassing his Imperial master. The Princeps
was also parsimonious, and so he liked the idea of Casperius
and Lysus paying for the banquet marking the end of the
annual event.

Anthonius was kept ignorant about the prospect of a
comprehensive public flogging if he failed in the
forthcoming juvenile games. The boy was therefore rather
innocently fascinated and excited by the prospect of
participation, as he enjoyed contests, especially athletics.
The bonus of not having to sleep with Diocletian for at
least a month was also pleasant.

Anthonius was astute enough to appreciate that many of the
spectators, who would be invited to the juvenile games by
Diocletian, would not be there to enjoy the competitions as
such. Most would undoubtedly share the Emperor's sexual
tastes and so would simply revel instead in seeing young
beautiful near-nude boy athletes performing.

This correct appraisal of the nature of the crowd that would
watch the forthcoming juvenile games somehow caused
excitement in Anthonius' groin whenever he thought about the
matter.

Chapter XIII – Training

The Greek athletics coach had been nominated and hired by
Nonianus, head of the Imperial Household. Diocletian had
wisely deliberately kept Casperius and Lysus out of the
process because he did not trust them not to attempt to win
their bet by sabotaging Anthonius' training for the
forthcoming juvenile games by appointing someone truly inept
or bribed to act so. However, the Emperor actually did not
mind such chicanery, as such trickery represented part of
the fun of gambling and he would have tried to act similarly
if he had been in their position.

Nonianus performed his duty well. The Greek athletics coach
proved very capable and incorruptible. However, the latter
commendable attribute was largely due to the big fee that he
was earning, with the promise of a substantial bonus if
Anthonius was ultimately successful, plus a stern warning
from the head of the Imperial Household not to be influenced
by Casperius and Lysus.

Consequently, when Casperius and Lysus inevitably did
approach the coach, their attempt to bribe failed. However,
the wicked conspiratorial pair was not too disappointed by
the rebuff because they had other options to pursue to
ensure that Anthonius failed and was flogged.

The coach subjected Anthonius to a month of rigorous
training, mainly within the currently usually otherwise
deserted small arena within the Imperial palace complex that
would eventually host the forthcoming juvenile games, and a
nearby gymnasium. The man did so despite confirming early in
the process that the exceptionally beautiful former prince
was a remarkably excellent natural athlete, who should be
able to compete seriously with even professional boys of his
own age in all events other than wrestling.

The coach was motivated to inflict a rigorous training
regime on Anthonius because he was a true professional who
constantly sought further improvement in whoever he
supervised. The man was even hardly disturbed by the sight
of the boy's ignominious brandmarks, which made the former
prince look more like a slave than an Imperial page of royal
Lycian background.

By the end of the month, Anthonius had become accustomed to
performing whilst attired in just a minuscule thong, despite
the embarrassment resulting from the fact that his shameful
brandmarks were fully visible when he wore such sparse
attire. He was helped in such acclimatisation by the fact
that his coach was not a pederast and therefore did not
watch him, as some others did, with off-putting lecherous
eyes. In fact, given his profession, the trainer could not
afford to have a liking for young males, who represented his
clientele, as the resultant diversions from the tasks in
hand would probably have ruined what he was attempting to
do.

Anthonius, however, never quite became comfortable with what
his coach invariably held in his hand as he supervised the
boy's training. Like virtually all Greeks in his profession,
the man constantly carried a light but long whip when
working in order to encourage his young athletes to devote
their best efforts to whatever they were practising and not
to make silly mistakes. Hellenic athletic judges used such
implements too for similar reasons.

The whip was designed not to harm but to sting athletes into
performing properly. Fortunately, Anthonius proved such a
dedicated and competent trainee that he was rarely the
target of the light lash during his month of preparation.

Consequently, Anthonius' gorgeous body was not besmirched by
any striped bruises by the eve of the juvenile games.

Chapter XIV – Sabotage

(June 290 AD)

After a month of intensive training and absence from
Diocletian's lustful clutches, Anthonius found himself
dancing again at a banquet. This one was held to celebrate
the opening of the juvenile games on the following day.

On this occasion, Anthonius was the first entertainment of
the evening and his body was attired only in his sparse
light blue athletic thong. The boy's bare bottom and
demeaning brandmarks were therefore again visible for all to
see.

Later, Anthonius' coach escorted the boy, who remained
attired only in his athletics thong, to the communal
barracks that accommodated the now assembled 400 or so boy
athletes. The prizes for success in the Imperial juvenile
games were such that the young competitors had gathered from
all over the Empire and beyond.

The barracks were located under the terracing, catering for
a few hundred spectators, of the small arena that would host
the games. The simple communal accommodation comprised five
main amenities, namely the separate sleeping quarters of the
young athletes and their coaches, plus joint refractory and
bathing and toilet complexes.

Both sleeping quarters contained both large and small
dormitories, with varying numbers of simple but clean
uncovered beds with straw mattresses. Anthonius found
himself deposited in one of the littlest, where no one else
had chosen to sleep. The boy presumed correctly that his
coach had used the influence of his court appointment to
ensure that his young charge, who was after all an Imperial
page intimate with the Emperor, was allowed to rest alone
without disturbance.

After his coach had departed, Anthonius lay on his crude bed
and contemplated the day ahead until tiredness and sleep
finally overcame him. However, the boy's slumber proved
short-lived.

Anthonius was suddenly awoken around midnight by the entry
into his small dormitory of five other supposedly similarly
aged boys. By far the biggest of these unexpected intruders
was carrying a torch and he shouted to the others "Get him!"

The biggest boy was Ceionius, who came from one of the
Spanish provinces. He was an undefeated in the octathlon,
which happened to be the multi-disciplined event for which
Anthonius had been entered in accordance with the bet agreed
between Diocletian on one hand and Casperius and Lysus on
the other.

Ceionius had been champion in his age group at all the games
he had attended throughout the Empire, and he had won the
event for 11 year-olds at the previous juvenile event held
by Diocletian. A former Roman legionary trained him, and he
knew all the dirty tricks of his new trade, which was one of
the reasons why his young charge had never failed to be
victorious.

Such victories had enriched both the legionary and Ceionius.
However, both were ruthlessly determined to become even
richer by whatever means necessary.

The first advantage that Ceionius had over the other boys in
his current 12 year-old age group was the fact that he was
actually 14, and big and strong even for that age. A senior
official in the boy's hometown had received a large bribe
when certifying the young athlete's birth date.

The second advantage was that Ceionius' coach researched the
opponents well to identify the most likely challengers to
the boy's supremacy. They then proceeded to nobble these
threats, usually doing so, as now, with the help of an
acquiescent little gang of lesser athletes, whom they had
managed to ally to them, mainly through fear of the
consequences of not being their friends.

Ceionius and his coach, with the help of their young allies,
had already made sure that three other boys would under-
perform in the octathlon for 12 year-olds at the forthcoming
Imperial juvenile games. Anthonius' turn to receive a
relevant visit had now arrived, although as usual the former
legionary who had planned the occasion would not be present,
as he left the actual operational side of his plotting to
his minions.

The former legionary would have sought to sabotage
Anthonius' participation in the octathlon without any
inducement other than to ensure Ceionius' victory. The bribe
that he had coincidentally accepted to do so from Lysus, who
was ignorant of such an evil intent, was therefore an
unexpected but nevertheless very pleasant bonus.

Ceionius and his four smaller and younger allies had waited
patiently for Anthonius' anticipated belated arrival in the
barracks and now they put the former legionary's plan into
action. In doing so they were relying on Lysus' assurance
that the boy would not complain to his Imperial master about
bullying and sabotage.

Diocletian apparently disliked telltales and also had no
interest whatsoever in his pages' personal problems, which
he expected his catamites to resolve themselves. The
Imperial attitude had been impressed on all the boys,
including Anthonius, by Casperius, and was backed up by his
threats of a serious beating if the Emperor reported that
one of them had complained to him about something.

As far as the legionary and Ceionius were concerned, they
believed this scenario. After all, their informant, Lysus,
was not only one of Diocletian's favoured courtiers and the
organiser of the forthcoming juvenile games but also the
estranged half-brother of the boy whom they intended to
sabotage.

The newly awakened and shocked Anthonius soon found his
limbs pinned in a spreadeagled formation by the four smaller
intruders. After placing his torch in an empty holder on the
wall to illuminate the scene, Ceionius then produced some
long leather cords and used them to bind the boy's wrists
and ankles to the sturdy bedposts so that he was firmly
spreadeagled.

Ceionius subsequently rapidly muted Anthonius' protests by
stuffing a cloth into his mouth, which he retained in place
by application of another cord tied around the now helpless
boy's head. He then stood back to admire his work.

Despite his shocked bewilderment, Anthonius had already
guessed correctly that the biggest of the gang of young
intruders was the leader before he quietly said "Hello,
Imperial bumboy, I'm Ceionius and we'll be competing against
each other in the octathlon tomorrow. I do like to introduce
myself in the proper manner to fellow athletes!"

Ceionius next confirmed that he had noticed Anthonius'
degrading bodily markings when he added "Now, what have we
here? You've been branded like a slave. I thought you used
to be a Prince. My, you've really come down in the world,
haven't you!"

Ceionius subsequently produced a knife and pressed the blade
lightly into Anthonius' throat, in the process producing a
tiny droplet of blood. The bully then moved the sharp tip
delicately downwards in a zigzag fashion along the petrified
boy's chest and belly before finally coming to rest on the
pleasant bulge of his light blue thong, the shape of which
left little to the imagination concerning what the minuscule
tight garment was covering.

Goosepimples formed all over Anthonius' body as he felt the
knife descend slowly down his body. However, the boy was
disgusted to have to admit secretly to himself that they did
not seem to stem only from his fright.

"Boys, I think I'll cut something off him", Ceionius now
announced. Anthonius, in sudden horror and whilst the knife
still rested on the bulge of his thong, immediately began
quietly to pray to the gods that he was not going to be
emasculated.

Ceionius had actually planned to introduce this very
speculation into Anthonius' mind and therefore pressed the
point of his dagger harder into the protuberance of the
boy's thong in order to reinforce the illusion. He was
immediately rewarded when the garment began to discolour.

Anthonius' immense fear had caused him to wet himself, just
as Ceionius thought he might. The five young captors
subsequently all laughed when they saw the dark stain
discolour the light blue thong, with the leader then saying,
whilst displaying a broad grin "Dear me, look what the dirty
brat's done. Better have that garb off for cleaning!"

Ceionius now proceeded to sever each side of the waist cord
of Anthonius' thong with his knife. He next grabbed the
underneath of the garment, which was the only item that he
had ever intended to cut off the boy, and pulled the cover
off with one sharp yank.

Anthonius' penis, shamefully somehow now semi-erect and
still expanding, and his balls, encased in their golden
cockring, were then revealed. On seeing this sight, Ceionius
and the other boys again burst into laughter.

Unfortunately, Anthonius' unruly penis reacted to the
laughter rather incongruously by becoming fully erect by the
time that the loud mirth had subsided. This enabled Ceionius
now to announce "Look boys, the brat's wearing a nice
cockring like a good bumboy should, and….hmmm….by the sight
of his prick, he seems to like us very much!"

Anthonius immediately felt blood rush, in addition to into
his cock, into his acutely ashamed face, as he blushed
vehemently. This scarlet hue then intensified further when
Ceionius next proceeded to encourage the further growth of
his penis by rubbing the knife up and down the full length
of the shaft.

When, despite his attempted resistance, Anthonius' fulsome
and throbbing erection had begun to point towards his own
navel, Ceionius suddenly stopped playing with the boy's
cock. He had realised that time was passing and he needed a
good night's sleep himself to be able to perform at his best
in the octathlon on the next day.

Ceionius therefore instead finally ordered "Right, get him
into position!" His four smaller companions, still located
on either side of the bed in pairs, immediately placed their
hands under the bare bottom of the spreadeagled Anthonius.
They then lifted the pleasant curves off the straw mattress,
causing the cords restraining the boy's bound limbs to bite
painfully into the flesh of his wrists and ankles.

Ceionius simultaneously produced yet another long leather
cord, which he wrapped tightly around the base of the
appalled Anthonius' genitals. He then stood on the bed to
tie the other end to an overhead beam, carefully sizing the
intervening length.

When Ceionius had finished, he ordered "Right let him go!"
He cruelly added "This should please the brat!"

As the four smaller intruders obeyed, they and Ceionius
could hear Anthonius emit a muffled scream into his gag, as
his genitals briefly took the full weight of his uplifted
body. Nevertheless, the boy was still astute and capable
enough to tense quickly the muscles of his outstretched arms
and legs even further in order to raise his bottom a little
and so temporarily relieve the pressure on his sexual
organs. However, he immediately appreciated that he would be
unable to maintain this highly uncomfortable pose for long
before he wearied and his buttocks succumbed to gravity and
began to lower once more towards the bed.

Anthonius was unsure of the distance remaining between his
uplifted bottom and the bed. The boy was therefore unable to
assess with any accuracy what damage would be caused when he
could no longer prevent himself from finally succumbing to
gravity.

Anthonius speculated that he could then find himself being
excruciatingly suspended from the overhead beam with his
full weight thrust agonisingly onto his genitals.
Alternatively, the boy might successfully collapse back onto
the mattress, having emasculated himself.

Whilst Anthonius pondered his predicament, Ceionius, having
carefully surveyed his handiwork, said to his companions
"Well boys, we've conveyed our greetings to our fellow
athlete. It's now time to let the poor bumboy sleep. He'll
need all his energies if he's up against me tomorrow in the
octathlon!"

Picking up his torch and turning to Anthonius, Ceionius
subsequently wished his latest young victim "Sweet dreams
bumboy!"

To the bound Anthonius' horror, all five boys then departed,
whilst giggling amongst themselves and leaving their latest
young victim in complete darkness and suspended by his
genitals from the ceiling.

(To be continued)

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