THE LYCIAN PRINCE Chapter 6
By Pueros

copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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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 VI - Initiation

(March 290 AD)

Casperius had given Niachiarus four weeks to ready 12 year- old Anthonius for formal initiation as an Imperial boy page. He wanted the relevant ceremony to take place at Emperor Diocletian's forthcoming birthday banquet.

Niachiarus felt that the target was unrealistic. Although he thought all boys were sluts at heart, he did not feel that four weeks was enough to convert a royal Prince into a whore. However, he had been proven wrong.

Anthonius had quickly overcome his obvious misgivings and shame and had reluctantly submitted himself co-operatively to the required frequently demeaning routines of his new life. The Prince had thereafter absorbed his training very well.

Niachiarus had actually never seen someone pick up the arts of erotic dancing and lovemaking so proficiently with so much speed, which reinforced a suspicion that Anthonius was truly a real whore at heart. In fact, the Prince had always believed that, in whatever he did, he should try his best, and this commendable attitude was reinforced by fears as to what might happen to Lycia if he proved a disappointment to the Emperor. The boy was a naturally gifted, gregarious and sensuous child and these attributes had enabled him to adapt speedily to his changed circumstances and learn the particular skills required by his new role, no matter how degrading.

The day of the Emperor's birthday banquet had arrived and Anthonius was ready to play his part in the celebrations. The great care afforded his preparation had ensured that the Prince looked and felt at his absolute best, outstandingly beautiful and overflowing with youthful vitality.

The barefoot Anthonius was wearing clothing identical to that of the Imperial boy pages but white. This colour supposedly officially denoted his candidate status, although privately Diocletian preferred the notion that the hue indicated the Prince's current virginity, which the Emperor now eagerly anticipated plucking soon.

Anthonius eventually found himself standing before the side door of the palace's main banquet hall from which the various entertainments acts entered. Niachiarus had led the Prince there and was now at the apprehensive boy's side, attempting to soothe him with quiet platitudes to calm his nerves.

Although the nullified black eunuch furtively harboured jealous malice towards his young charge and hoped to be the secret instrument of much distress befalling him in the future, he appreciated that now was not the time for the boy to earn displeasure and chastisement. Niachiarus had been entirely personally responsible for the Prince's preparation and training and so any imperfection in Anthonius' imminent public performance would certainly rebound on him and he would definitely be punished too.

Niachiarus was, however, very clever and cunning, as well as highly skilled in manipulating boys' sexual conditions. He had serious hopes that his careful preparation of Anthonius might spoil the Prince's ceremonial performance later in the less public surrounds of Diocletian's opulent private quarters in a manner that should not rebound on him.

The banquet inside had been proceeding for a couple of hours and the birthday present Diocletian was most looking forward to was about to replace the boy dancing troupe on the entertainment dais to commence his initiation ceremony. Anthonius fully knew that the degradations he had suffered at the hands of Niachiarus during his preparation and training were nothing to those he was about to suffer, but he was determined to face them well and with as much dignity as they allowed.

In particular, Anthonius remembered the boy page, who had danced so enchantingly at the triumphal banquet, and the Prince's pride had encouraged his resolve to out-perform him. However, he currently could not explain why the prospect of what was now to happen rather shamefully aroused him. He was somewhat disgusted with himself, but this did not cause his hidden cock to become any less rigid, and he blushed when he realised that his excitement would be clearly visible to all as he performed in the form of a noticeable bulge at the front of his tunic.

Perhaps fortunately Anthonius did not have much time to reflect on this embarrassing development before the doors to the banquet hall opened. The troupe of beautiful boys, who had just been performing and were all about 11 years of age and dressed only in identical tiny purple thongs, ran out.

Niachiarus then patted Anthonius gently on the sweet curves of his bottom and suggested "Don't be afraid, as I'm sure that you'll be fine. In you go!" The Prince complied and entered but with immense apprehension.

Anthonius immediately recognised that the eyes of virtually all of the many people within the hall were on him, as he crossed towards the front of the central entertainment dais immediately before Diocletian, who was already beginning to lick his lips at the wonderful sight of the gorgeous Prince. However, the boy's fortitude brought his training to the fore and, despite his trepidation, he approached gracefully before standing on the platform and kneeling in homage.

As at the triumphal banquet Anthonius had attended, there were almost a hundred guests, mainly men but with some women, lying on couches accommodating three people each, with low tables in front and in a circular arrangement surrounding the central, round, low entertainment dais. All were attended by a multitude of palace slaves, serving food slowly in many small courses, which were swilled down with much wine.

As before, many of the guests, inhibitions loosened by their heavy consumption of wine, had invited previous young performers on the dais, of both genders, to join them on the couches. Much lecherous kissing and obscene fondling of the scantily-clad youngsters had already begun.

Casperius now stood and addressed Diocletian by his formal title. "Augustus, before you is Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, who wishes to implore your majesty to allow him the honour of becoming one of your Imperial boy pages, foregoing all his royal privileges and rights in order to do so. As a symbol of his desire to submit himself completely to your service, he herewith consumes the sacred libation of subjugation."

One of the boy pages now stepped forward with a tiny pottery jar. On reaching Anthonius, he removed the little stopper and handed the opened contained to the still kneeling Prince.

Most of the watching guests did not appreciate what comprised the contents of the tiny jar. Most of those who bothered to contemplate the matter presumed that a little special wine, previously blessed as sacred by priests, would be inside. However, Anthonius knew, having been told by Niachiarus in order to help the Prince prepare to honour without demur or hesitation this literally distasteful defining moment.

Anthonius put the tiny jar to his lips and the distinctive smell of fresh semen, recently milked from Diocletian's own cock by an existing page, immediately invaded his cute nose. However, Niachiarus' earlier preparation, in which he played on the Prince's pride by emphasising the need to be brave, ensured that the boy overcame his repulsion to swallow the contents without hesitation.

Niachiarus, looking from afar, was very happy. He now knew that Anthonius would perform the rest of the ceremonials excellently, as every new boy whore should.

Diocletian was also very happy. The young Lycian Prince had just publicly swallowed the Imperial sperm without visible delay or disgust, which indicated to him that Anthonius had truly committed himself to be another of the Emperor's compliant catamites.

Casperius now continued "Augustus, will you permit Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, to dance in your honour whilst you consider his plea?" Diocletian nodded positively and the major domo of the Imperial pages therefore signalled the boy to begin.

Anthonius, who could still taste Diocletian's semen in his mouth, immediately obediently regained his feet and waited for the music to start. The Prince remained somewhat nervous and ashamed at his situation but his pride also still made him determined to perform well.

When the music did begin, Anthonius therefore did not hesitate but instead untied the cord of his tunic and quickly, but with practised refinement, pulled the garment over his head, cast it to the floor and began his sensual dance routine. Many of those who saw his performance later agreed that they had seen no better. After all, they had watched a boy of unparalleled beauty, clad in just a small highly revealing and specially designed white loincloth, gyrating athletically before them with unblemished elegance, skill and eroticism. The simultaneous busy movements of his golden throat chain with pendant, which attested to his Lycian royal status, and the longer and bigger medallion of the same precious metal, which indicated his sacred chaste dedication to Ganymede, somehow added to the exotic scene.

The erotic nature of Anthonius' dance had been enhanced whenever the flaps of his loincloth had been uplifted by his energetic movements, which included somersaults. Such hectic activities had exposed the sublime curves of the Prince's bare bottom and also revealed the obvious bulge in the little front underlying integral thong. Certainly, the highly lustful expression on Diocletian's face revealed to all that he was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

With secret embarrassment, Anthonius also had to admit that, despite his shame at having to dance in a such a manner before a large number of licentious spectators, his peculiar sexual thrill at his circumstances had been maintained. This superficially incongruous phenomenon was evident by the guilty bulge retained at the front of his loincloth and the thong underneath. The boy was additionally experiencing a strange exhilaration, apparently at performing with seeming quality before, judging from their eyes, gestures and occasional ribald shouts, clearly appreciative watchers.

When Anthonius eventually finished with a perfectly executed back somersault, most spectators appeared genuinely unhappy that the entertainment had concluded. Some unprecedented applause began to ring out in praise of the performance, along with shouted pleas for "More!" However, as the Prince, now almost breathless with exhaustion and with a sweaty sheen causing his now literally dazzling body to glisten, resumed his kneeling posture before Diocletian, the clapping was quickly curtailed by Casperius, who stood to re-address the Emperor.

Casperius asked of Diocletian "Augustus, is it your wish that Anthonius, Prince of Lycia, be allowed the honour of serving you as an Imperial page?" The Emperor tried not to nod positively with too much clear eagerness.

On receiving the anticipated confirmation of acceptance as an Imperial page, or more correctly catamite, and the associated loss of his royal status and privileges, the sparsely clad Anthonius now stood, bowed nicely and proceeded to leave the banquet hall. As they viewed this lovely concluding spectacle, many of the watching guests were engrossed in thought about what now awaited the sublime form of the now former Prince.

On his way across the hall, Anthonius noticed his adult half-brother, Lysus, who was happily sneering back at him, clearly highly delighted that the boy was no longer a Lycian Prince but an Imperial whore. The obvious fraternal joy caused the younger sibling fresh mental distress.

A happy and smiling Niachiarus subsequently met the freshly distressed Anthonius at the doors of the banquet hall to escort him back to his quarters. Once there, the nullified black eunuch subjected his young charge to speedy fresh ablutions and redressing in his small white loincloth before leading him to Diocletian's own spacious and luxurious private accommodation, which was actually surrounded by the smaller rooms of his boy pages.

Niachiarus led Anthonius to a chamber that was reserved for Diocletian's private pleasures. The room was basically a smaller version of the banquet hall but was decorated by obscene floor mosaics and wall paintings depicting the debauchery of young pretty boys by well-endowed men.

Niachiarus guided Anthonius to stand at the centre of the chamber's entertainment dais to await Diocletian's arrival, which, as he anticipated, was not long delayed. The Emperor had never before been so impatient to taste the pleasures of a particular boy's body.

Diocletian was accompanied by Casperius and the full entourage of his other young pages. They all reclined on the couches surrounding the dais in a circle, except for three boys who sat cross-legged on the floor to play musical instruments, namely a lyre, a flute and cymbals.

All of the boys had removed their tunics to be dressed only in their own skimpy loincloths before they had assumed their positions. They passed the discarded garments to their own eunuch attendants, who, as always and like Niachiarus, would be acting as servants during the entertainments in their Emperor's private pleasure chamber.

Meanwhile, Diocletian took time to view the magnificent sight now kneeling on the dais before him. The boy's dazzling golden hair crowning a gorgeous face, adorned with sparklingly sensuous sky-blue eyes and sweet rosy lips; the immaculately smooth and unblemished skin of the body encasing a form of perfect symmetry. A visage of undoubted unparalleled beauty!

Diocletian also saw that the boy was breathing rapidly, his lovely belly expanding and contracting rapidly, presumably with nervous anticipation, which was a state from which the Emperor would now relieve him. He therefore gestured to the young but skilled page musicians that they were to begin and they did so with a slow introductory melody to enable Anthonius to stand and ready himself.

After standing, Anthonius awaited with renewed apprehension and shame the sudden quickening of the music's tempo, for this would signal the time for the degrading act that would precede the commencement of his dance. When the moment arrived, the boy had to overcome a strong desire to ignore the meaning of the now suddenly energetic rhythms and instead to pull on a hidden cord that retained the rear flap of his small loincloth in place.

The rear flap came loose and Anthonius, as trained, discretely tossed it to one side and began again to gyrate energetically, this time with the delightfully smooth and rotund curvature of his magnificent bare bottom fully exposed to permanent view. When the boy's dance routine later necessitated him to turn and wiggle the sleek flawless mounds of his uncovered buttocks in front of Diocletian, the Emperor uttered a muted gasp, his face went bright red and he almost ejaculated into his own loincloth underwear at the wonderful sight.

Soon afterwards, the musical melodies again changed, heralding the detachment of the front flap of Anthonius' loincloth, leaving the boy covered only by the underlying integral minuscule thong. This skimpy attire did little to hide the shape of the young dancer's smooth genitalia or their clearly sexually excited condition.

Nevertheless, despite Anthonius' shame, the boy commendably continued to dance with energetic perfection until, after another small interval, a further musical change finally signalled what he most dreaded. Awareness that many eyes had remained focused on him throughout his performance, and especially at his skimpily covered groin and bare bottom, now caused the boy to hesitate in respect of what he was expected to do.

Fortunately, Anthonius also immediately realised what diverging seriously from the dance routine, in which he had been proficiently trained by Niachiarus, would certainly entail, namely painful punishment. The boy additionally possessed enough imagination and skill somehow to disguise his hesitation momentarily as a tease, which he nevertheless knew could not persist.

Anthonius therefore summoned enough courage to overcome his strong objections, nurtured through acute abashment, to unfasten the almost imperceptible bow that tied the waist cord of his thong together to allow his last covering to fall to the floor. In response, the now former Prince heard a louder gasp from Diocletian and quiet giggling from some of the watching boys, as he discretely kicked the discarded garment to one side and started his nude dance.

Diocletian now became transfixed by the glorious sight of Anthonius' naked groin, revealed to him for the first time. The wonderful scene was dominated by the exquisite ripe form of the boy's nicely proportioned, smooth and rotund hairless scrotum dangling pleasantly under a pleasingly fully erect penis.

Anthonius now again danced faultlessly, with his rigid cock, released from the confines of clothing, humiliatingly flopping around freely as he progressed through the various manoeuvres, until finally disaster struck. The boy could feel the relevant passion slowly and inexorably rise within him but was nevertheless powerless to stop the development because he knew that he had to complete his scheduled dance routine or be painfully punished.

All of the watchers could not help but be enchanted by the exquisite boy's dancing routine, which allied erotic beauty, skill and unmistakable sexual excitement and which now had an explosive conclusion. This unscheduled finale occurred after Anthonius had perpetrated another expertly accomplished somersault to end the show.

In so doing, Anthonius' hard cock had repeated an action that had occurred several times during his lively naked performance, namely hitting and rebounding off his belly. However, on this occasion, the boy's body visibly convulsed and his unruly upright penis sprayed his own semen over himself and the dais.

After recovering from his unwanted and unexpected shaming orgasm, Anthonius heard chuckling at his plight and noticed that everyone was smirking at him. Nevertheless, the boy remembered his next duty and, despite a compelling compunction to want to run away in disgrace, he somehow fulfilled this chore by again kneeling on the dais in front of Diocletian. However, on this occasion, he performed the act of submissive homage to his new Imperial master naked and with the proof of his recent disgraceful orgasm smeared all over his stomach, loins and front legs, as well as the wooden stage.

No one was ever to discover that Niachiarus had cleverly deliberately so orchestrated Anthonius' physical preparation, including enforced chastity and secret infusion with strong aphrodisiacs, and the nature of the energetic nude dance routine that he thought such an accident inevitable. The eunuch would be very pleased about his trick for all of two weeks.

There was silence for what seemed to Anthonius like eternity before the smirking Casperius asked of Diocletian, in a mocking tone, "Augustus, do you want the boy cleaned before the rituals proceed further?" The Emperor reluctantly responded positively, despite being so desperate to bed his new page that he really wanted no further delay in fulfilling his sexual ambitions. The man's own cock, pressing uncomfortably hard against his underwear, was evidence of the Imperial need.

In accordance with Diocletian's wishes, Casperius next gestured to two nearby pages, who in response fetched some damp cloths and approached the still kneeling and thoroughly abashed Anthonius. They then stood up the naked boy, whose penis had shrunk to humiliated flaccidity, and gradually carefully wiped the spermatic evidence of his recent shameful orgasm from his divine form.

After the pages had finally finished, and in response to another gesture from Casperius, they subsequently led Anthonius to an adjacent bedchamber. The room was large but possessed little furniture apart from a mammoth bed, whilst the decorative paintings and mosaics were even more obscene than next door.

The pages stood Anthonius at the foot of the huge bed, which over the years had been the scene of their own deflowering and that of many other boys, as well as of much later continued debauchery of their delectable bodies. The former Lycian Prince was now to be the next youngster to lose his innocence and purity humiliatingly and painfully at the hands, or more accurately cock, of the lascivious and all- powerful Diocletian.

The pages next left Anthonius momentarily alone. The former Prince then shivered slightly in fear at recognition of what was imminently to happen on the bed in front of him.

The pages returned quickly, now escorting Diocletian, who smiled at the waiting Anthonius. However, the boy gained no comfort from the gesture, as he realised that it was not meant to provide him with any reassurance but rather indicated the Emperor's satisfaction that his lustful plans were about to come to fruition.

The pages next helped Diocletian to disrobe and Anthonius felt himself become a little dizzy when the Emperor's own large engorged cock, which he would now be required to service, was revealed to him for the first time. Other than that possessed by the huge African who had raped the young male and female Syrians at the triumphal banquet, the boy had never seen a man's erect penis before and he wondered how his orifices could possibly accommodate such a monster.

With a last lingering and clearly contemptuous look at the compliantly waiting Anthonius, which caused him to blush again, the two pages eventually left, leaving him alone with the now naked Diocletian, who spent a while examining his nude prize whilst stroking his cock. The Emperor was rewarded with the sight of the boy's own penis amazingly return to its previous embarrassing unruliness by again slowly but noticeably becoming excited and hard.

Anthonius had been taught by Niachiarus not to attempt to hide such embarrassment behind his hands because such action only engendered Diocletian's anger. The boy could therefore do nothing but stand naked before the Emperor, whilst the man continued to ogle him and stroke his own cock lewdly, whilst the much younger and undisciplined penis of the subject of his attention gradually became similarly erect.

Anthonius could never subsequently explain how he could become so guiltily aroused in such shameful circumstances, especially as he had just ejaculated. The boy consciously did not desire sex with this man, not least because of the undoubted mental and physical distress that would result. However, there was something within his deeper persona that did perversely want him to give himself to be abused and hurt and it was causing his body currently to experience strange tingling feelings.

Diocletian eventually lay on the bed and signalled to Anthonius to join him. The boy, again desperately fighting impulses to disobey, with a particular desire to run away almost overwhelming, reluctantly obeyed the summons.

Diocletian next leaned over the prone Anthonius, who was now lying next to him, and, whilst peering down at the delightful sight, some drool began to exit his mouth. However, the Emperor disregarded his libidinous phlegm and instead ran his hands though the boy's silky golden hair before lifting the child's gorgeous head towards his own to plant his first kiss on the inviting rosy lips.

Anthonius managed to disguise his disgust at Diocletian's act, as well as at the Emperor's disagreeable breath and fat hairy body, with its unpleasant sweaty aroma. Ignoring the vile drool, he also reluctantly received the Imperial kiss receptively as he had been taught.

The kiss was prolonged and accompanied by a slow exploration by the Imperial tongue of Anthonius' mouth. Diocletian's passion then overtook him.

Diocletian very carefully and intimately moved his kisses and tongue to most other places on first the front and later the back of Anthonius' divine body, especially spending much time at the boy's neck, nipples, navel and bottom, including a licking of the currently virginal sphincter. The Emperor finally culminated his oral Imperial exploration by paying careful and prolonged attention to the boy's re-aroused young genitalia.

Anthonius had eventually not been able to prevent himself from again becoming very sexually excited, even uttering shameful moans of guilty pleasure, as Diocletian's gentle and comprehensive oral attentions persisted. The tingling within his own young form was finally approaching crescendo, as was evidenced by the rigidity and ivory-like lustre now exhibited by his own throbbing cock. However, the Emperor had, through regular relevant practice, learnt the signs of a boy's progression towards imminent climax and stopped when he realised that his bed companion was close to orgasm.

Diocletian then carefully examined his oral work. The Imperial scrutiny confirmed that the boy lying next to him was firmly gripping the bedclothes, whilst his eyes were shut, beads of sweat ran his brow and his rigid penis was vibrating wildly.

Diocletian laughed at the sight, which confirmed to him that the Lycian Prince was now nothing more than an Imperial whore, and in satisfaction lay back on the bed and started again to play with his own erection. Such was Anthonius' sexual high that it took a while for him to realise that the Emperor's oral attentions had terminated.

Anthonius now realised with alarm that it was his turn to do to Diocletian's sweaty and smelly fat hairy body what had just been done to his own much pleasanter variety. The boy was not in any way looking forward to the gross task but knew that he had no choice.

Anthonius opened his eyes and lifted himself into a kneeling position between Diocletian's now splayed legs, as taught and whilst his own throbbing cock embarrassingly pointed horizontally directly at the expectant man, whose own much bigger and now engorged penis was vibrating vertically. The boy then leant over to caress the ugly face with his own kisses and tongue before progressing elsewhere to a cacophony of pleasurable moans from the Emperor.

Anthonius was close to retching on many occasions during the foul journey, none closer than when having to tongue Diocletian's own putrid sphincter, but he somehow managed to prevent himself from doing so. However, the Emperor's genitals were now due next for his reluctant oral attention.

Anthonius gulped before his head moved downwards to perform this next disgusting chore. Again as taught, the boy first licked the obnoxious hairy scrotum all over before concentrating on carefully absorbing each testicle in turn into his mouth to suck them gently.

Anthonius subsequently licked the full length and all sides of Diocletian's swollen cock. As the boy did so, he unavoidably gathered onto his tongue copious amounts of repulsive precum.

Anthonius eventually slid his tongue teasingly over the exposed slit on Diocletian's engorged cockhead before letting the rest of the top of the Imperial penis to enter his mouth. The boy then sucked and sucked, carefully taking air whilst gradually allowing his sweet rosy lips to go lower and lower until he felt the penile intrusion entering his throat. However, at this point, the Emperor's hands suddenly pulled him off.

"I'm ready!" was all that Diocletian now announced. However, Anthonius' training caused him to know what the Emperor meant and so the boy now positioned himself as he had been instructed, on his back with his legs held wide apart in the air by his own arms.

Diocletian liked his boys in this position when he sodomised them for the first time. The Emperor wanted to see their faces as he excruciatingly deprived them of their virginity.

Diocletian, whose eyes were rather glazed with sexual need and whose readied cock could only now be described as massive in length and girth, subsequently straddled Anthonius. The Emperor next introduced his fulsome erection to the boy's bumcrack.

Diocletian then pointed his hard expectant penis directly at Anthonius' exposed virginal sphincter. This little round pink muscular orifice was now seemingly blinking back at the Emperor in anticipation, in line with the boy's breathing becoming nervously faster at the prospect of his imminent undoubtedly painful deflowering.

Momentarily, Anthonius pondered how his life could have changed so much that this horrible man was now going to agonisingly despoil him. The boy also again worried how his young virginal rectum could possibly admit such a monstrous implement as Diocletian's comprehensively excited penis.

Anthonius' anxiety was compounded by the fact that neither the imminent invading penile shaft or the virginally tight young orifice into which it was about to plunge had been greased, as had been promised by Niachiarus. However, these considerations were immediately forgotten when the boy felt the touch of the Imperial cockhead pressing against his anal entrance.

Niachiarus had actually lied to Anthonius. Diocletian never used grease when sodomising his boys, even the virgins. The Emperor gained more sexual pleasure from the increased hurt he inflicted by not using such a lubricant.

At first, Anthonius' pink virginal sphincter resisted the initial attempted intrusion into his insides. However, the pressure gradually became irresistible and such brave resistance eventually gave way.

Anthonius then screamed shrilly in acute agony and shame, as his innocence and purity was lost to the large manly cock avidly and mercilessly invading his tight innards up to the hilt. The boy also began to cry profusely and to beg uselessly for Diocletian to desist, as his cruel deflowering proceeded remorselessly. The Emperor would anyway have been incapable of halting even if he had wanted, so engrossed was he in the ecstasy of this long-awaited moment.

The volume of his shrieks, sobbing and pleas did not lessen much after Diocletian subsequently adopted a steady rhythm of harsh and resolute thrusts in and out of the former virgin's rectum, despite the fact that some natural lubrication had evolved in the form of the boy's own blood. Meanwhile, Casperius and the boys lounging next door laughed as they realised, from the aggrieved sounds, that Anthonius was now no longer a Lycian Prince but had truly become an Imperial whore like them.

Diocletian's balls were now making regular heavy contact with Anthonius' buttocks, whilst the anguishing Imperial thrusts persisted at a steady pace until becoming faster and faster as the Emperor ultimately approached orgasm. However, before such a climax occurred, a strange transformation overcame the boy's body.

Anthonius' cries became shallower and shallower until they disappeared along with the expression of horrified agony on his beautiful but now tearstained face. The boy instead again began to utter low moans and develop a look of increasing enjoyment.

The acute pain and shame associated with Anthonius' deflowering was slowly being displaced by the delicious sensation of entertaining contact being made with his prostate gland. This phenomenon was exemplified visually by the gradual re-hardening of his own cock, which had softened during his agony, back to full vertical erection.

The sight of this development then took Diocletian over the top. The Emperor did not want his long-awaited delectable act of sodomy on Anthonius to stop but he now could not prevent the feelings boiling in his groin reaching their inevitable climax.

Diocletian finally yelled ecstatically, whist he impregnated Anthonius with copious amounts of thick creamy ejaculate. As the boy felt the Emperor's cum pumping deep into his insides, he shamefully reacted with his own orgasm, powerfully shooting plentiful semen upwards over his own belly, chest and face.

Diocletian eventually collapsed exhausted onto Anthonius, with his now slowly softening cock still imbedded in the boy, who felt that he might be smothered by the heavy and unpleasant fat, hairy, sweaty and smelly body on top of him. However, rather fortunately, the Emperor quickly rolled away, withdrawing his flaccid cock from within the 12 year- old to the accompaniment of an audible pop.

By this time, Anthonius had slowly let go of his own legs and had gingerly rested them down on the bed. The boy then became acutely aware of a great pain between his legs. He could also somehow feel the copious semen within him and noticed that some had leaked, along with blood, onto his inner thighs.

Anthonius additionally appreciated from his training that his duties were far from over. Despite his acute distress, the boy consequently raised himself from the bed to kneel again between Diocletian's legs.

Diocletian had closed his eyes but Anthonius knew that this would not excuse him from his next unpleasant task. Somehow managing to ignore the intense pain in his bottom, the boy therefore leant over to suck again the Imperial penis, which had returned to full flaccidity.

Half an hour's delicate and literally distasteful oral attention was required to clean the cock completely of extraneous Imperial semen and of Anthonius' own blood and juices and restore Diocletian's penis to full erection. The boy thankfully appreciated that his preliminary enemas meant that there was nothing worse to lick away from the hairy shaft.

Anthonius had eventually encountered some difficulty in taking as much of the cock as he could manage satisfactorily into his mouth and down his throat once the penis had been restored to earlier rigidity. However, this problem was temporarily cured when Diocletian held the boy's head down firmly in place whilst he ultimately again ejaculated.

Anthonius swallowed as much ejaculate as he could, thankful for the technique he had been taught, but the need to breathe as opposed to being suffocated soon became overwhelming. Luckily, Diocletian, having been completely sated and drained of semen, released his grip just in time.

Anthonius' sublime head immediately withdrew from Diocletian's re-softening cock and gulped air hungrily. As the boy did so, trickles of extraneous semen ran from both sides of his mouth.

Diocletian rested for a while with the deeply shamed Anthonius, intensely hurting both mentally and physically, alongside him. However, the Emperor eventually pushed the boy rather uncaringly off his bed and shouted to recall the two pages, who had undressed him previously, now to help him rise.

Anthonius returned to a standing position at the foot of the bed, with his head bowed in degradation. The boy felt terrible. His bottom was extremely sore, as were his mouth and throat, in which the taste of Diocletian's cum was stronger than ever. His bumcrack and inner legs were besmirched with the Emperor's ejaculate and his own blood, whilst Imperial semen trickled from his mouth and his own sperm also soiled his face, chest and belly.

Anthonius' sense of deep degradation was not helped when the two arriving pages chuckled at the sight of him, whilst their faces also betrayed sadistic satisfaction that the former Prince had now suffered as they had once done to become no better than them. However, their focus on their just deflowered new colleague did not last long because they had their Imperial master to attend.

The two pages wiped Diocletian clean with warm perfumed cloths before assisting him to redress. They then escorted the Emperor back into the adjacent private pleasure chamber before returning to collect Anthonius, who was not to benefit from their cleansing.

Anthonius soon found himself, still in his despoiled state, back on the pleasure chamber dais. However, instead of now kneeling in homage to Diocletian, the boy had, as the future frequent symbol of his new degraded status, to go further and kiss an Imperial eagle embossed into the platform.

Anthonius' two escorts subsequently removed the former Prince's golden throat chain with pendant, which had denoted his previous Lycian royal status, and threw the adornment insultingly onto the floor, where his discarded white loincloth still lay with equal symbolism. The jewellery was replaced with the poorer silver variety sported by the Imperial boy pages.

The pages then carefully attached an accurately-sized constricting silver cockring to Anthonius' genitals. The adornment came in two semi-circular parts, whose flanged ends snapped neatly together but, in order to prevent easy removal, were now impossible to separate.

In fact, the cockring could only really be removed by cutting, as attempting to slide the tight adornment off would undoubtedly not only be very awkward and painful but also potentially highly damaging to the owner's balls. Nevertheless, the genital jewellery would have to be occasionally replaced with slightly larger versions as the wearer grew.

The manufacture of the cockring was one of the reasons for Niachiarus' earlier intimately precise measurements of various aspects of Anthonius' body. The fitting was carefully designed not to diffuse sexual passion by restricting the blood supply to the genitals, but rather the opposite.

The cockring was proportioned to concentrate the blood within the organs, thereby substantially enhancing sexual stimulus. Diocletian was also attracted to the decorative effect of the adornment, particularly the fact that a boy's prize assets stood out more from his groin. The Emperor additionally like the notion that the constant feel of the genital attachment would regularly remind them of their demeaning role and status.

The pages finally redressed Anthonius in a black loincloth similar to their own but still made no attempt to clean the embarrassing mixture of juices from his body. Such visible soiling of Anthonius' normally perfect form would for now remain as testament to the boy's lost status and purity.

All pages except for Anthonius now redressed in their tunics and everyone then returned to the banquet hall in the normal formal fashion, with the newest Imperial minion walking immediately behind Diocletian. The boy could not help but sense his degradation being severely compounded by his still skimpy attire and by feeling the soreness in both his bottom and mouth, as well as the new cockring on his genitals and the drying stains on his body.

When the parade re-entered the hall, Anthonius separated from the rest to stand again at the front of the entertainment dais for what he thought would be the concluding indignity of his initiation ceremony. Diocletian had been away from the banquet, enjoying the former Prince, for several hours but the event, with its spectacular erotic acts, had simply continued without him and, by now, most guests were very drunk.

These inebriated and ribald guests cheered Diocletian's return and cheered even more when they saw the state of Anthonius. The boy was redressed revealingly in only the skimpy loincloth of an Imperial page and his face, chest, stomach and inner legs were clearly smeared with the obvious signs of his recent deflowering.

Naturally, the person who was happiest to see the current state of Anthonius was his older half-brother, Lysus. Consequently, the boy's adult sibling was most vociferous in his cheering.

This cheering became rapturous when Anthonius next removed his golden medallion, marking his chaste dedication to Ganymede. The boy then advanced towards Diocletian and knelt immediately before the Emperor to kiss his feet.

After this humiliating act of homage, Anthonius subsequently presented his precious medallion to the blissful Diocletian in confirmation of his loss of virginity to the Emperor. Another demeaning public kiss of the Imperial feet was followed by the shamed boy's retreat back to the dais.

Anthonius had been led to expect the end of the initiation ceremony at this point and to be allowed at a gesture from Diocletian to sit with the other pages. However, a signal from Niachiarus to remain put disabused him of this.

Anthonius' curiosity at this turn of events swiftly changed to worry when one of the bondage frames he had seen used on the Syrian twins was brought in and fixed to the dais. The same two pages, who had recently escorted him to and from Diocletian's bedchamber, now walked up and led him to the square wooden structure.

"Don't be alarmed, nothing bad will happen", one of them lied, "but we are ordered to bind you to this and you must allow us." Anthonius looked in alarm first at Diocletian, who exhibited no emotion, and then at Niachiarus, who signalled that the boy should submit.

Anthonius therefore reluctantly allowed the two pages to place shackles on his wrists and ankles and then chain him tightly in a 'Y' formation to the frame so that his body was uncomfortably taut. The boys then relieved him of his detachable loincloth flaps, leaving just the deliberately tight-fitting thong-like undercloth to preserve his modesty.

Anthonius' distress at this unexpected turn of events then turned to panic when the side doors opened and two big men entered pulling a wheeled and lit brazier with what looked like two branding irons embedded in the coals. A wet patch immediately appeared at the front of the boy's undercloth and urine began to seep from the sides and down his legs, as his bladder emptied in terror.

To resounding cheers from the spectators, of whom the main cheerleader remained Anthonius' half-brother, Lysus, the men hauled the brazier to within a few paces of the boy. The 12 year-old, who had realised in horror what was now to be perpetrated on him, began loudly to plead "No! Please no!"

One of the adults silenced Anthonius by placing a leather gag in his mouth, which would also serve to prevent the boy from damagingly biting his lips or tongue. The man then kneeled and pricked both of Anthonius' upper front thighs with a small needle, carefully ensuring that the alignment of both of the resultant tiny marks, each now visibly enhanced by emerging blood-drops, matched.

With these markers in place, the man collected the first iron from the brazier. Anthonius noticed that the glowing red-hot end had the outline of a little Imperial eagle. The boy therefore desperately tested his shackles in order to attempt flight, but he sadly discovered that he was held immovably in place.

Anthonius next saw cruel pleasure in the man's eyes, as he slowly approached and deliberately presented the evil iron for the uselessly struggling and tearful boy to inspect closely. The adult then knelt again and his young victim could feel intense heat as the cruel red-hot implement was held just above the front of his upper left thigh.

Anthonius subsequently fainted when, without further ado, the red-hot iron was accurately applied to his flesh at the readied mark. However, the boy was quickly reawakened by the application of a pail of cold water to his body. Custom dictated that the victims of branding were kept conscious during their ordeal.

After awaking, Anthonius not only felt the acute agony induced by his new brand-mark but also smelt his own burnt flesh. Such experiences caused him to retch but his effective gag also made him swallow the vomit to avoid choking.

The man now returned the iron to the coals and collected the other implement. Despite Anthonius' copious tears, his eyes were still able to confirm that this cruel tool was exactly the same and as red-hot as the first.

Anthonius subsequently remembered little else until he awoke to find himself naked and alone on his own bed. The boy had been cleaned but the discomfort in his bottom and mouth was now nothing compared to the searing agony of his new pair of brand-marks, which were vividly displayed on the fronts of his upper thighs.

Some attempt to reduce the excruciation appeared to have been made because both brand-marks had been smeared with some form of salve but Anthonius was to discover that several days would need to elapse before the pain faded completely. The boy was also to find out that the feeling of utmost dejection at having such emblems burnt permanently onto his body would never subside.

Anthonius was additionally initially completely mystified as to why he had been so marked. He had not become a slave, as the Imperial pages were not of such status, and none of the other boys had been branded.

Niachiarus later told Anthonius that he thought it best not to tell him before the initiation ceremony that Diocletian had ordered the branding. The Emperor had also decreed that such marking was to become regular practice for all future new boy pages. According to the black nullified eunuch, the former Lycian Prince was simply unlucky to be the first to be subjected to the latest Imperial whim.

Niachiarus did not tell Anthonius that the idea to brand the former Lycian Prince had first been suggested to Diocletian via Casperius by himself. Naturally, Lysus was also an enthusiastic supporter of the plan.

The propounded theory backing the proposal was that the humiliating brands should forever destroy any possibility that Anthonius might entertain some notions that he was in someway superior to his fellow pages because of his royal background or someday aspire to a return to princely status. The shameful marks, usually reserved for slaves, denoted that his new standing was instead one akin to that servile class and was one from which he was unlikely ever to rise.

Niachiarus was content that the brands would confirm to Anthonius that he was now nothing more than an Imperial menial and whore and that is what the boy would remain until he lost his looks, if he survived that long, which the eunuch doubted.

(To be continued)

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