THE LYCIAN PRINCE Chapters 10-14
By Pueros

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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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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