Pueros

The Lycian Prince

(New version)

Chapter I
Waiting

(January 290 AD)

The Emperor Diocletian was becoming impatient.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter II
Delegation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter III
Departure

(January 290 AD

Anthonius recognised Diocletian's determination to take him back to Rome, and also perceptively guessed what the man ultimately hoped to achieve by it. The boy additionally realised that he must accept his fate in order to save his family and his people.

Anthonius looked deeply into Diocletian's eyes, noticing again the clear lust revealed in them, held out his hand and said "We have reached agreement then!" The Emperor smiled broadly in response.

Diocletian also touched the most beautiful boy he had ever seen for the first time by shaking Anthonius' proffered hand and then holding the 12 year-old's shoulder as he personally led him from the tent, swallowing hard much of the way as he experienced his own intense bodily tingling.

After reluctantly releasing Anthonius outside the tent, Diocletian saw the boy approach a splendid white horse and the Emperor immediately thought that surely the steed was too big for one so young. However, the 12 year-old mounted the animal with practised ease and rode skilfully away towards the walls of the Lycian capital, accompanied by two unarmed royal guards.

To the astonishment of bystanders, Diocletian waved Anthonius goodbye. The Emperor then shouted for Armillatus, as he urgently needed to satiate his pent-up sexual frustrations.

Armillatus was later unable to walk or eat properly for a few days afterwards, and not because of the four agonising stokes of the cane that he had received and which marked his bottom so vividly. The boy had simply never known the Emperor to use his anal and oral orifices so harshly and frequently as he did that night.

Anthonius sailed for Ostia a week later, after tearful farewells from his family and friends.

The royal advisors had been pleased with Anthonius' rapid success in establishing peace, even if it was accompanied by personal sacrifice. The sick Lycian king would remain in situ but with his power devolved to an advisory council, led by an Imperial representative supported by a strengthened Roman garrison. The new taxes plus war reparations would be paid and an independent local army would not be reformed. However, such conditions were all that would have to be paid for peace, apart from the exile of the Prince to Rome.

The royal advisors cynically considered such conditions a small price to pay for the salvation of their country. Anthonius' mother and friends thought otherwise but were unable to dissuade the boy from dishonouring the agreement he had made. The Prince even refused to be accompanied by some of his closest companions who had kindly offered to go with him to Rome.

Anthonius knew that the lecherous Diocletian had lustful designs on him and he was determined to try to preserve his purity, especially as the Emperor was far from his ideal of a handsome heroic lover. The boy possessed rather naive confidence in his royal status and the ability it afforded him to fight off any unwanted attentions, whereas his attractive young friends had no such protection.

Unfortunately, Anthonius was also totally unaware that the ethical conduct he had known within the Lycian court was not replicated in Rome.

Diocletian sailed back to Italia on a different ship, ostensibly because he wished to visit Tarentum on the return journey, but actually because he could not trust himself to keep his hands off Anthonius within the tight confines of the vessel. The Emperor had reluctantly decided that all the protocols had to be observed and the relevant gods respected before he engaged in molesting and debauching the boy. He could just about control his impulses and impatience and bide his time for now, as there was always Armillatus and other pretty Imperial pages to play with in the interim.

Chapter IV
Rome

(February 290 AD)

The hall had room for almost a hundred guests, lying on couches accommodating three people each, with low tables in front and in a circular arrangement surrounding a central, round, low entertainment platform. All were attended by a multitude of palace slaves attired in off-white sleeved tunics with purple edgings and embossed with a small red Imperial eagle on the chest. Court custom caused food to be served slowly in many small courses and swilled down with much wine.

Diocletian had entered the hall in formal splendour, escorted by Praetorians and a group of very pretty boys, aged from about 8 to 15. Some carried banners displaying Imperial emblems. An immaculately groomed handsome young man finished off the entrance party.

The boys were all dressed in tunics similar to those of the palace slaves but with broader purple edgings and a black eagle emblem. The garments were also sleeveless and shorter, seemingly designed to show off the physical attributes of the young wearers to best advantage without being overly revealing.

Entertainment on the central platform was constant and initially provided by tasteful dancers and acrobats. However, as the evening wore on and after the more cultured and less licentious guests had departed, the acts, involving young male and female troupes, became much more erotic. Some of the almost naked artistes were then invited by increasingly libidinous and drunken guests to share couches after their performances, and they invariably accepted.

Anthonius had now never previously seen anything like the spectacle unravelling before him, and was at first guiltily enthralled by the whole scene. The Prince became especially excited when he noticed many of the guests, inhibitions loosened by their heavy consumption of wine, beginning to kiss and obscenely fondle the scantily-clad youngsters sharing their couches. The boy's interest came to a peak when a particularly pretty young companion of Diocletian stood up, removed his tunic and danced delightfully for the Emperor in just a skimpy black loincloth with a small gold Imperial eagle embossed onto the front flap.

The boy-dancer's movements often caused both of his loincloth flaps to rise to reveal the tight sparse underlying thong that just concealed his private parts, whilst still clearly revealing their seductive outline. Anthonius felt the pleasant tingling, which he had again been experiencing his groin, intensify as he watched.

Anthonius was also aware that he too was being frequently glanced at by many in the hall, not least by the boys in the Emperor's entourage. However, the Prince noticed that three pairs of eyes paid him particular attention, namely those of Diocletian himself, those of the handsome young man now couched next to the Emperor and those of a dissolute fat adult in his forties lying further away.

Anthonius discovered, by enquiring of a servant, that the pretty boys were Diocletian's personal pages and that the young man was Casperius, their supervisor, or `major domo'. Having already recognised the Emperor's sexual preferences, the Prince did not have to enquire about the full nature of the role of the young male servants in the Princeps' life.

Anthonius also did not have to enquire about the older fat man. Although he had no personal recollection of him, the boy recognised the strong likeness to his father in the adult's facial features.

Anthonius, remarkably perceptively for someone so young, believed correctly that he recognised the feelings behind the men's stares. He believed that Diocletian's was one of blatant lust and Casperius' was one of avid curiosity, although the boy also detected a strong hint of cruelty in his eyes. The 12 year-old additionally rightly judged that the fat man's look was not of brotherly love but quite the opposite.

Anthonius did not stay to the end of the banquet. The boy's earlier initial interest and excitement were completely defused, along with his appetite, with the presentation of one particular entertainment.

Two square bondage frames were carried in and fixed in place near the middle of the central platform. Two attractive twins, one boy and one girl about 14 years of age, were also brought in and chained in a spreadeagled pose and facing each other to the two structures. Anthonius discovered later that the two children were campaign trophies too, being the offspring of a slain rebel Syrian lord.

A huge black African followed the twins onto the platform and, to wild cheers, stripped to reveal an enormous but real phallus. He then ripped the clothing off the girl and, to louder cheering, began to viciously rape the obviously virginal child.

The girl screamed in agony but the rape proceeded mercilessly and, after the African had finished, she was copiously leaking blood from her defiled vagina. Meanwhile, the black man had turned his attention to the now whimpering boy.

Anthonius left the hall in disgust, with the poor boy's yells ringing in his ears, to spend the night in the luxurious palace guest chamber allocated to him. However, he did not appreciate the opulence of his surroundings overnight because of his nightmares, in which the two Syrian children and three pairs of eyes were prominent.

Chapter V
Induction

After some preliminary pleasantries, Casperius finally came to the reason for the meeting. He declared that Diocletian had asked him to find Anthonius something useful to do during his exile in Rome, and he was pleased to advise that the Emperor had accepted his suggestion that the Prince should be offered the great honour of becoming one of the Imperial boy pages.

Anthonius was aghast, as he was acutely aware that the role was no honour at all for a Prince and was actually insulting to proffer to someone of his royal status. He had also already recognised that the official portrayal of the pages as privileged young attendants was just show to hide, for the sake of public appearance, the fact that they were the Emperor's catamites. However, he now instantly knew that the offer was what the wily Diocletian must have planned for him all the time, and why Casperius and his boys had been staring at him during last night's banquet.

They already knew that this offer was to be made and what real choice did Anthonius have but to accept? Diocletian would be free to renege on his treaty agreement with Lycia if the Prince, as guarantee, was construed as misbehaving.

Declining to honour Diocletian by refusing to enter his service as a page could be interpreted as misbehaviour. Consequently, after some thought and in a halting voice, the Prince reluctantly replied that he would, of course, accept the honour, whilst hoping that his royal status would protect him from the Emperor's obvious active lechery towards pretty boys.

Casperius, wishing to act quickly before Anthonius changed his mind, then speedily introduced the new addition to the Imperial household to a nullified black slave named Niachiarus, who had been standing, unseen by the Prince, in the shadows of the chamber. The major domo informed the boy that the adult Nubian eunuch, dressed in a tunic similar to that of other Imperial servants, would be his personal attendant.

Niachiarus was in his thirties and it was obvious that the tall Nubian had once been handsome. However, some of his muscles were becoming flabby, with his body gaining fat in all areas. Nevertheless, the nullified eunuch slave had still proved proficient in his work for other pages, which he conducted with outward dutiful politeness, effectively disguising the fact that he secretly hated his young charges, being jealous of their beauty, free-born status, current privileges and intact genitalia.

Casperius commented to Anthonius that it would be wise for the Prince to follow the eunuch slave's advice closely, as it would help him considerably in learning the requirements of his new role. The major domo then politely dismissed the boy by stating that Niachiarus would now escort him to his new quarters.

The dumbfounded and deeply dismayed Anthonius subsequently acquiescently followed Niachiarus along a couple of wide corridors to the pleasant suite of rooms that was to be his home, which was remarkably large and opulent for a mere page. The Prince immediately guessed correctly that Diocletian liked to provide excellent accommodation for his favourite catamites.

Anthonius was next swiftly introduced by Niachiarus to some of the humiliating realities of his new life.

Niachiarus told Anthonius, albeit with great diplomacy, that none of the Prince's personal effects, including attire, could be transferred from his previous quarters because Diocletian's pages were normally allowed to keep as possessions only what the Emperor gave. The boy's belongings would be packed and returned to his homeland. He also had to discard his current clothing, with the exception of the 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 dedication to Ganymede.

Niachiarus also added quietly that the removal of Anthonius' present clothing would be an appropriate opportunity for the Nubian to check the Prince's bodily health. In response, the boy initially just stared at his new adult slave in shock, as he realised that the black servant wanted him to strip.

Unlike other aspects of Lycian society that orientated towards Greece, local attitudes to nudity actually stemmed from Persia, where only the worst criminals were seen unwillingly naked before others. Anthonius could not remember a time that he had been seen unclothed by anyone, apart from his intimate friends amidst sex play, although he supposed that he had been when still in toddler's nursery, but then that was different. However, now was equally different, for he was humiliatingly being requested to strip to allow his bare body to be intimately inspected by a slave.

Anthonius felt deep shame but suddenly realised that his cock might suggest otherwise. Within the Prince's loincloth underwear, his penis had incongruously hardened.

Recognising Anthonius' reluctance to strip, Niachiarus attempted to spur action diplomatically by advising "My duties, young master, will also entail supervising your daily ablutions, grooming and dressing. It's therefore important that you become quickly accustomed to me dealing with your naked form, and now is as good a time as any to start!"

The suddenly blushing Anthonius swallowed hard, inhaled a deep breath and reluctantly began to react to Niachiarus' advice by nodding in agreement and then shedding his sandals and lifting his rich, long-sleeved, intricately embroidered, woollen winter tunic up and over his sublime head. The Prince then stood in front of the nullified Nubian eunuch, covered only by his loincloth underwear.

Anthonius' reluctant hands then reached for the bow on the side of the narrow cord that held his loincloth in place and, after again swallowing hard and inhaling a deep breath, began to untie the knot. The Prince then allowed his loincloth to succumb to gravity and fall towards the colourful mosaic on the floor, which, perhaps rather appropriately, the boy now noticed depicted a rampant Zeus in eagle form raping Ganymede.

Anthonius subsequently stood naked before Niachiarus, shyly attempting to hide his humiliatingly hard cock with his hands. However, the slave was prepared for the Prince's acute embarrassment, as he had witnessed similar many times before. The nullified eunuch therefore simply asked if the boy could oblige him by lying face-up on a high padded couch, located in the palatial suite's adjacent bath chamber.

Niachiarus subsequently observed the immaculate form of Anthonius' lustrous bare rear, as the boy turned round to obey, whilst still keeping his hands in their genitally strategic position. The slave then followed the beautiful naked Prince into the bath chamber and waited for the boy to clamber on top of the waiting high couch, which was designed for conducting massages.

Niachiarus subsequently approached Anthonius and began to examine the Prince slowly and very carefully from head to toe, whilst allowing the 12 year-old to continue to hide his genitals with his hands. The slave started with the boy's hair, looked into his ears, nose and mouth, felt his limbs, and their fingers and toes, and then his chest and belly. He lingered particularly at the young Lycian's nipples, delicately massaging them to erection, and at his cute navel, which he gently probed.

Anthonius knew what was due for examination next but he was loath to move his hands, especially as his embarrassing hard- on had intensified because of the attentions being paid to his bare body. However, Niachiarus was excellent at diffusing boys' tensions.

The eunuch slave did so in respect of his latest charge by saying "Now, young master, I know that you don't want me to look and, if you insist, I won't. However, I'll then be whipped for not performing my duties properly and I don't think you want that to happen. Anyway, there's nothing behind your hands that I haven't seen previously. I also suppose it's grown a bit because of what I've been doing. Come let me see!"

Partly assuaged by these words, the still blushing Anthonius reluctantly moved his hands towards his sides and closed his eyes in shame. The Prince subsequently soon felt Niachiarus' sensitive touch, as a hand weighed the boy's smooth scrotum and a finger ran carefully up and down his now throbbing cock.

The hands then went away, causing Anthonius to open his sensuous blue eyes. The Prince now saw that Niachiarus held a long piece of string with regularly demarcated markings, which was obviously a measuring device.

With this device, Niachiarus next proceeded to measure virtually every dimension of the front of Anthonius' divine body, recording the results on a clay tablet whilst successfully discouraging the naked Prince's inclination to return his hands to his groin. The abashed boy simultaneously closed his eyes again but quickly reopened them when he suddenly felt his cock being pumped.

Niachiarus attempted to appease the shocked and astonished Anthonius by saying "Do not be alarmed, young master, as the maximum length of your erect cock needs to be assessed!" The Prince had believed that the slave's measurement of his naked body must be connected with providing him with appropriately sized clothing, including his new page uniform. However, this latest humiliating and puzzling development now placed some doubts in the boy's highly intelligent mind as to whether his original belief was correct.

In fact, Anthonius' original belief was correct. The Prince simply did not yet know that some more exotic items of the new clothing, which would be specially made for him, would need to be able to accommodate his erection.

Niachiarus eventually expertly stopped the pumping of Anthonius' cock just before the Prince reached the point of no return and inevitable orgasm. The slave then completed his measurement, also adding the circumference of the boy's erection and scrotum to his list.

Niachiarus next asked the red-faced Anthonius if he would turn over so that he could complete his inspection and measurements. The shamed Prince reluctantly complied, although as he did so he had to be careful how he rested his embarrassingly hard cock on the padded surface of the couch.

Soon the back of Anthonius' body was experiencing Niachiarus' intimate attentions, with much of the slave's time spent examining the Prince's lustrous bottom. The delightfully curvaceous buttocks were tenderly rubbed and massaged, and the boy could not prevent himself from uttering a moan when his bumcheeks were carefully prised apart and he felt a fingertip gently probing his virginal sphincter. Both the 12 year-old and the eunuch knew that the noise was not one of pain but of pleasure.

Shortly afterwards, Anthonius heard Niachiarus requesting him to turn back over. As the Prince complied, he glanced at his still hard cock. The boy immediately realised that he had previously never seen his penis so big.

Niachiarus again prevented the Prince from shielding the rampant cock from view and instead shocked the Prince by grasping the smooth erection between his fingers, saying "Please forgive, young master, but this is almost the final examination that I'm required to make!" The slave then again started to masturbate the boy, who quickly grasped the sides of the couch to try to stabilise his now quivering body. However, the 12 year-old could not prevent his loins from instinctively rising from the surface towards the hand giving him such pleasure.

The pubescent Anthonius was accustomed to masturbating himself, and had recently proudly begun to ejaculate small amounts of semen. The Prince's previous embarrassment was also now forgotten, as he writhed in increasing ecstasy, and soon unprecedented amounts of sperm spurted out of his cock, as he enjoyed an orgasm of unparalleled intensity. Niachiarus then completed his task by pumping the climactic boy dry, carefully gathering his young seed in a bowl.

Niachiarus subsequently meticulously checked Anthonius' creamy white ejaculate by sight, smell and taste, whilst the slave allowed the Prince to grasp his smooth boyish sexual organs with both hands in a strange mix of post-orgasmic abashment and gratification. Later, the slave gently moved these manual genital defences aside to conclude his final measurement of the boy's form, namely that of his now flaccid cock. However, the 12 year-old's humiliations were still not over, as the eunuch then apologetically asked him some deeply personal questions about his sex life.

Niachiarus asked Anthonius what he fancied and practised sexually, telling the Prince that truthfulness would be best for both of them. The boy, who was anyway incapable of lying, thought that his humiliation could become no worse, as he replied with the shameful required veracity, including describing his regular acts of masturbation, whilst dreaming of being loved by a handsome young man. However, he was quickly proved wrong in his assumption.

Niachiarus was most content at having secured Anthonius' sexual secrets, which to him confirmed the pubescent Prince as ideally suited to become a young male whore, whilst he now attached some vertical wooden poles, fitted with leather stirrups, to the couch. The slave subsequently placed the puzzled but compliant boy's uplifted legs through these supporting straps so that his knees bent over them and his bottom was uplifted.

Niachiarus now produced a narrow leather hose, to one end of which he applied some grease, whilst fitting the other into a leather water carrier. "Please forgive again, young master, but I now need to clean here," the slave then advised, as he carefully inserted the tube's greased end into the startled Anthonius' exposed anus and lifted the pouch upwards in order to tie it to one of the poles.

Anthonius instantly felt cool water flow into him, as the first of the two enemas to which he was to be subjected began. Later, after overseeing the Prince's final toilet, Niachiarus moved the shocked and shamed boy to a nearby marble-lined bathtub, full of warm water, and bathed him whilst advising him that he would be similarly comprehensively cleansed at least once daily.

"But why do I need enemas?" Anthonius asked, as he was being bathed and despite having perceptively guessed the appalling real reason. "The Emperor likes his personal pages to be as clean inside their bodies as on the outside," Niachiarus replied in incomplete explanation, whilst he sponged the Prince's completely smooth and very pleasantly proportioned genitals. The boy was naturally dissatisfied with this answer but his intention of probing further was deflected when the slave diplomatically changed the subject of conversation.

Niachiarus confirmed to Anthonius that he would henceforward be responsible for the health, cleanliness and purity of the Prince's body, and for preparing the boy for his role as an Imperial page. Consequently, the slave would carefully oversight his young charge's daily diet and exercise, would personally bathe and massage him and would provide him with all necessary duty tuition.

Niachiarus also explained that it was important for Anthonius to resist the temptations of pleasuring himself, as he needed to remain chaste in order to serve the Emperor in the manner required. Accordingly, the Prince would be fitted with a chastity belt whenever he was left alone in his quarters.

Niachiarus fetched the belt concerned, which consisted of a small pouch of hard leather, designed to encase boyish genitalia tightly and make arousal at least very uncomfortable if not impossible. The device was held in place by slender vertical thongs, which were attached at the front and rear to a narrow waist-strap, buckled at the side.

"Once fitted," Niachiarus advised, "a wax seal, with an embossed Imperial eagle, is applied to the buckle and, if this is subsequently damaged, it would suggest that the belt had been removed. I'm afraid, young master, that I have to inform you that, if such impairment is detected, the wearer is punished with a beating!"

"Even if he's a Prince?" an amazed and affronted Anthonius asked. "Regardless of status!" Niachiarus bluntly answered.

"But why do Imperial pages need to remain chaste?" the worried Anthonius next enquired, despite having again perceptively guessed the appalling real reason. "It is by command of the Emperor," Niachiarus replied in further deliberately incomplete explanation, "and his orders are always obeyed!" The slave was also tempted to be more brutally honest with the Prince about the reasons for enemas and enforced chastity but the nullified eunuch believed that he needed to satisfy the boy's curiosity more carefully and diplomatically.

Niachiarus had been told that Anthonius was being blackmailed into accepting the status of an Imperial page, including certain yet-to-be revealed disreputable elements of the role. However, the slave worried unnecessarily that the Prince might still be so disgusted to learn about his full duties that he might reject his destiny or attempt to flee, which would upset the Emperor and thereby cause the nullified eunuch trouble.

Niachiarus would therefore attempt to prepare and introduce Anthonius to the realities of his new position in what was effectively the Emperor's boy harem in a slow, deliberate, careful and diplomatic manner. During this process, the Prince would eventually learn that Diocletian's marriage was for reasons of state and public appearance only. The Princeps had never privately disguised his preference for young males, and always maintained a group of about twenty catamites, aged between 8 and 15 and disguised as Imperial pages.

All of the boys had to be beautiful, unblemished, originally virginal and of noble birth. They were usually offered by aristocratic families who had fallen on hard times, as the Emperor was known to reward his catamites well for loyalty when they became too old for further service, many being granted lucrative state sinecures.

The boys would also be able to help their impoverished families more immediately by passing on the frequent bribes they were known to receive, because of their regular access to Diocletian, from people wanting to petition the Emperor for favourable decisions in legal or other matters. The Princeps happily indulged such activities, and would occasionally hear particular petitions in order to keep his catamites in credit.

All the boys possessed their own comfortable living quarters in the secluded but well-guarded part of the vast and luxurious Imperial palace in which Anthonius now found himself housed. The accommodation centred round an entertainment chamber and adjacent bedroom. The Imperial catamites would generally be required to appease the Emperor's sexual desires within these discreet private amenities.

The whole arrangement was managed by Casperius, who had himself once been one of Diocletian's boy favourites. The major domo had become expert and seemingly indispensable in ensuring that the Emperor's needs were fully satisfied. He was consequently very influential within the Imperial court, had enriched himself considerably because of this and was very jealous of his position.

Under the overall control of Casperius, each boy was allocated a nullified Nubian slave not only to serve them but also to ensure that their bodies were kept at a peak of physical perfection and sexual readiness. The eunuchs also expertly kept their young charges instructed in the latest manners and rituals of the Imperial court and their anticipated duties, both sexual and otherwise.

The boys were taught by their Nubian slaves the arts of lovemaking, with appropriate instruction aided by using a series of ingenious leather and ivory oral and anal dildos, although these devices were never used on a virginal rear orifice. The versions utilised for practising fellatio could spurt a semen-like liquid, produced from herbs, in order to perfect the swallowing of sperm. Catamites were also shown how to manoeuvre their bodies whilst being sodomised in order to ensure the greatest pleasure for the man performing the deed, as well as how to disguise any mental disgust or physical distress resulting from such activities.

The boys were additionally taught erotic dancing and the playing of musical instruments by hired professionals under the supervision of their Nubian slaves, for the Emperor liked his catamites to provide such entertainments. Meanwhile, the eunuchs oversaw strict dietary and exercise regimes, with all food and drink spiced with strong and effective aphrodisiacs. Enemas, massages and body perfuming were invariably included in final ablutions before the pages were ready to assume duties.

Discreet body shaving also occurred when necessary but, once this requirement became regular and obvious, it was clear that a page's days as an Imperial catamite were rapidly coming to an end. Diocletian did not like the thought of even one hair on his boys' torsos.

When on duty inside what was effectively a boy harem, the pages went barefoot and wore, at least initially, just their simple skimpy black cloth loincloths with gold eagle embossed on the front flap. They were allowed elsewhere in the palace only with the permission of the Emperor or Casperius and, unless performing normal routine duties, such as delivering messages, under his strict supervision of their major domo or Nubian slaves. They then additionally sported sandals and their light sleeveless short purple-edged white tunics with Imperial emblem on the chest.

These brief and tight tunics only hid the pages' loincloths if they remained still. Movement often provided teasing views of the boys' barely covered loins.

The boys were told from the beginning that the pleasures to be derived from their bodies were now exclusively the reserve of Diocletian. The catamites were therefore not allowed to play with themselves, at least not without the Emperor's permission and oversight, and, to help keep them celibate whilst off- duty, their Nubian slaves usually required them to wear their chastity belts.

Such enforced chastity was designed to keep the pages in a state of sexual eagerness, which was further intensified by their aphrodisiac consumption and was often demonstrated by their frequently full and constant erections when relieved of the restrictions of clothing. However, sexual relief was generally granted only when Diocletian allowed, either obliging himself by masturbating the boys, having them indulge the habit in front of him or have sex with each other as erotic foreplay before he himself bedded them or another selection from his catamite coterie.

Casperius did sometimes allow pages to masturbate in front of him too, or alternatively personally manually milked them of their stored semen. Such activities usually occurred when the boys had been neglected by Diocletian and were unlikely to be wanted by him soon, mainly because the Emperor was away in the provinces or on military campaign without them.

Diocletian generally treated his boys reasonably well, usually allowing them to be punished only for genuine misdemeanours, the most common of which was, despite the precautions, accidental ejaculation. However, principally to alleviate boredom, the element of cruelty in the Emperor's character sometimes came to the fore and he set some of his catamites sadistic challenges and physically chastised them if they failed.

Entry to the pages' quarters was carefully restricted and contact without permission with anyone else outside was strictly forbidden. The boys knew that the consequences of breaking this cardinal rule could be calamitous for those concerned, as there was a precedent about which they were constantly reminded.

One silly early member of the corps of Imperial pages had seemingly flirted with one of the Praetorian guards, although no real evidence of sexual relationships had ever emerged. The boy was not well liked by the others and so news of his indiscretions eventually passed to Diocletian, who exploded in anger.

Diocletian subsequently had both of the alleged furtive lovers tortured until they confessed to an illicit liaison. Later, with the Emperor and the other pages observing from a balcony, the boy was forced to watch as his supposed adult paramour was dragged out naked into a palace courtyard before the whole of the assembled Praetorian Guard and chained spreadeagled between two punishment posts.

The man's penis and scrotum were then tightly bound with leather thongs, separating them and making them stand out from his body. The Praetorian commander, or `Prefect', then stepped forward, drew a knife, grabbed the genitals and with one slice severed them from the writhing soldier's body. The officer then stuffed them into the victim's mouth to silence his screams, whilst his terrible wound was cauterised.

The boy himself was now stripped and chained to a small wooden horse, in a bent posture with legs splayed so that his bottom was fully exposed. The Prefect then sodomised him, as did as many ordinary Praetorians who wanted to experience the pleasure over the next twenty-four hours.

Diocletian had deemed the mass rape appropriate because the pretty boy seemed to like Praetorians so much. The Emperor and his entourage even viewed some of the early violations of the screaming page but left after a while to enjoy dinner.

Diocletian and his young entourage returned on the next day to see the boy, who had just been re-chained to the same bloodied punishment posts from which his alleged lover's mutilated form had recently been removed. Two huge Praetorians with evil looking metal-pointed whips then approached and began to flog the page slowly but mercilessly. Their orders were to continue to do so until he was almost dead, after which the eventually recovered but permanently marked young victim was to be sold as a slave alongside his nullified supposed paramour.

This precedent subsequently proved useful in keeping the minds and bodies of pages concentrated on serving Diocletian loyally, whilst completely deterring any other potential admirers of the boys from acting on their dangerous impulses or otherwise revealing their attraction.

Anthonius was still hoping that his new life would not entail sexual as well as menial servitude, as Niachiarus completed the intimate bathing of the Prince's immaculate body. However, after the beautiful naked boy stepped out of the bathtub to be carefully dried by his slave and then acquainted with his new chastity belt, the eunuch began the gradual process of diplomatically appraising his increasingly horrified young charge about the appalling reality of his situation.

Niachiarus did so by revealing snippets of information over the next few days, whilst he initially concentrated on accustoming Anthonius to his new home and lifestyle within the confines of his personal chambers. When the slave eventually confirmed to the appalled Prince that he too was expected to be like the other Imperial pages in agreeing to additional sexual duties for Diocletian, the nullified eunuch was pleased to observe the boy apparently bravely and rather fatalistically accept this already feared destiny. The servant's worries that the 12 year-old might instead refuse to co-operate or show signs of wanting to flee thankfully seemed unfounded.

Consequently, Niachiarus even managed some grudging respect for Anthonius, who was clearly courageously prepared to sacrifice his princely status and honour for the continued safety of his beloved Lycia.

Chapter VI
Initiation

(March 290 AD)

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.

Chapter VIII
Penance

(April 290 AD)

Casperius subsequently advised the neatly groomed Anthonius, without now bothering to disguise his gloating, that Diocletian was away visiting Umbria but would be back soon to enjoy more of the delights of his new boy. The major domo joyously added that meanwhile in the Emperor's absence he had a duty to provide the Imperial pages with any chastisements that they may have earned.

Casperius then revealed that he had discussed with Diocletian the matter of Anthonius' unauthorised ejaculations during his initiation ceremony. The major domo had recommended that, in penance for such disgraceful desecrations of ritual, eight strokes of the cane across the boy's bare bottom would be appropriate.

Casperius paused whilst Anthonius, whom he had learnt had never been punished in such a way before, digested the implications of his disturbing revelation. However, if the major domo hoped to see fear and be the recipient of pleas for mercy in response, he was disappointed because the boy just stood waiting for him to continue his statement, apparently emotionless.

This show of apparent nonchalance infuriated Casperius because he jealously disliked bravery, having none in his own character. However, the major domo somehow managed to hide his intense displeasure in anticipation of Anthonius' bravado eventually being encouraged later to disappear.

Casperius simply went on to report to Anthonius that unfortunately Diocletian had rejected the major domo's recommendation. The Emperor had pointed out that the boy was a newcomer to the rituals, by which he, of course, meant erotic dancing and being deflowered, and his lack of previous experience should be taken into consideration when assessing the due punishment.

Consequently, Casperius informed Anthonius that Diocletian had decreed that he should receive just four strokes of the cane and only after the new page's brand-marks had healed. The major domo added that, as Niachiarus had told him that such recuperation was now complete, the punishment would be performed today at dusk in the Emperor's private pleasure chamber and, as usual, in front of the other pages in order to convey a lesson to all of the boys.

The smirking Casperius therefore commanded Anthonius to report back to him in the pleasure chamber at the appointed time.

Preliminary End of the adapted version,
continue with 1st version chapter 9.