Bill aka Storyguy

Athenian Boys - 460 BC

Chapter 1

A drop of sweat rolled off Jason's chin, landing on the back of his friend Niklo. Jason's eyes wandered about the wrestling arena. Eleven other pairs of boys were crouching in ready-position, just like him and Niklo, at the center of Athenian Academy's gymnasium. All were naked, their young bodies marred only by abrasions and bruises earned in rough impacts on the hard-packed ground.

Jason thought it somewhat odd that the Academy viewed the sport with such reverence. But he was determined to mold himself to the Athenian ideal, so he refocused his mind on the elderly teacher's lesson.

" 3; must use your opponent's momentum to defeat him. Push him to make him push back. Push him again, and when he reacts, then you strike. When your opponent is on top, lean into him aggressively. When you feel him falling into your trap, grab his wrist and roll in the direction he pushes. It is like our strategy on the battlefield of Marathon 30 years ago, when our army faked a push to the center while at the flanks 3;"

"Oh no! Is he going to tell that same war story again?" whispered Niklo.

Jason quietly groaned in agreement. "Gods! We'll NEVER get to the bathing pool at this rate!"

On his knees at Niklo's side, Jason relaxed his taut body, sitting back on his haunches. He released his left hand from Niklo's elbow, and his right arm – which had been wrapped around the 14-year-old's slender waist – came to rest on the boy's lower back.

As he looked around the gymnasium, Jason noticed other boys whispering and shifting about. They all realized it would likely be several long minutes before the wrestling-master would direct them to execute a maneuver. What caught Jason's eye, diverting his attention totally from the teacher's words, was the pair of students 7 feet to his left. The boy on top had slid his right hand down to his partner's crotch and was shamelessly stroking the adolescent erection. The recipient of the clandestine masturbation murmured sounds of pleasure, barely loud enough for Jason to hear. As he continued to stare at the lascivious conduct, Jason saw that the boy on the bottom was subtly rubbing his ass against the other's crotch. The old wrestling-master, half-deaf with age and one-eyed from a wound received in the Persian Wars, was oblivious to the activity.

Sexuality among these 13- to 16-year-old boys was certainly a common enough activity at the Academy. In a half-hour they would all be engaged in erotic play – especially in and around the bathing pool. But it was disrespectful to be doing it during class. Disrespectful or not, a little shudder ran through Jason's body as sexual thoughts filled his brain – as they did at least two dozen times a day. He gave up trying to listen to the wrestling-master as he felt his penis becoming erect, and he pressed it against Niklo's hip.

'Oh, gods,' he though to himself. 'Here is the most beautiful boy in Athens, on his hands and knees beneath me, as if waiting for me to mount him. If only I could!'

Jason's right hand slipped from the small of Niklo's back to gently caress his smooth ass cheek. The handsome boy looked back over his shoulder and winked at Jason, making the 15-year-old's sexual desire rise to yet a higher level.

"Oh, my dearest friend Niklo" he whispered in a voice that was half-comical, half-serious. "You've GOT to let me fuck your beautiful ass today after practice. Just this once? I am burning with desire for you!"

"Jason, you dim provincial bumpkin!" hissed the 14-year-old, in a tone that betrayed a friendly sarcasm. "How many times must I repeat that only my mentor receives that particular prize these days. Surely you can satisfy your lust with one of the little 13- year-old sluts."

"But Niklo, I don't want a little boy 3;. I want YOU! I'll do anything you ask of me. You know how much I love you!"

Niklo looked back over his shoulder again and smiled. "Ah, my friend; if only you had been here a year ago, when I was one of those sluts. I'd whore for any handsome older boy who tossed me a compliment." After a long pause, Niklo added gently "But you are a dear friend, Jason. Let us discuss the matter further when we get to the pool."

"Thanks, my friend, for giving me at least a bit of hope that I might show my love for you" said Jason as he shifted his right hand down to give Niklo's cock a few sensuous strokes. He found it wonderfully stiff, with a drop of slippery fluid forming where the head peeked out from the foreskin.

Jason let his mind wander back in time, still tuning out the wrestling-master, and wishing he HAD been at the Academy a year ago to partake freely of Niklo's favors. Instead, he had been slowly dying of boredom on his family's isolated country estate on the Aegean island of Delos. Until a few months ago, his education had been in the hands of an old live-in tutor who bore a passing resemblance to the wrestling-master. There being no other boys of his social rank in the area, the dawning of his sexuality was explored in seemingly constant solo masturbation instead of in the company of equally-horny school friends. His tutor had told him all about the marvelous Athenian Academy, and Jason had pestered his father relentlessly to send him there.

Only a handful of times during his life on Delos had Jason tasted the excitement of the Greek culture's notoriously libertine sexuality. It began when he turned 13 and was finally permitted to journey with his father to the occasional banquets in town or at another aristocratic estate on the island. Being a comely youth, he inevitably attracted adult suitors at these all-night events. On the first such occasion, their attentions and flattery could not quite overcome his inhibitions, though their lascivious fondling of his cock caused him to excitedly shoot his seed three times during the long evening. But a month later, at his second banquet, he succumbed to his carnal urges (and the liberating effects of several goblets of wine) and allowed a sturdy young officer of the Delian militia to take his virginity. Thereafter, Jason eagerly looked forward to these too-infrequent social events, where he knew he would be the object of attention from a variety of handsome men. He was amused by their courtly games of seduction, but found it irresistibly intoxicating to play along. And the game always led him to bestow his favors on the most desirable suitor at the party – sometimes more than one – either retiring to the garden to make love in semi-privacy or else drunkenly casting discretion aside and getting fucked in full view of the boisterous crowd of men, boys, and female prostitutes.

When Jason was nearly 15, his father finally gave in to the boy's pleadings and sent him off to complete his education at the Academy. Arrangements were made for him to live in the household of Timarcus, a wealthy Athenian citizen, naval officer, and civic leader with whom Jason's father had served in the wars, some years before the boy's birth. As Jason sailed across the calm Aegean Sea for his first visit to the great city-state of Athens, he daydreamed about how it would be to finally have a real mentor, just as so many well-born city boys had. The stories he heard of the Athenian tradition of love between a boy and his mentor had sounded so romantic 3; the strong and handsome citizen-soldier forming an intense bond of physical and spiritual love with the young teenager, teaching him to be a man in every sense. What boy wouldn't have longed for such a relationship?

But while Timarcus had admirably fulfilled many aspects of the mentor's traditional role, the part that had most filled Jason's fantasies – the romantic and sexual connection – just never developed. Oh, the man had been a gracious and generous host during the four months Jason had spent in the household. The two of them had held long discussions in Timarcus's living quarters, where he and Jason discussed the finer points of politics, the art of war, philosophy, and many other subjects of importance to the boy's future. But on the relatively few times Timarcus had taken Jason into his bed, it was almost as if the man considered the love-making as a tedious duty.

It had been clear from the day of Jason's arrival at the villa that the man was totally smitten by the sexual charms of his twin slave boys. There was sometimes a twinge of jealousy when Jason watched Timarcus retire for the night in the company of his identical little 12-year-old beauties. He observed wryly to Niklo one day that his relationship with his mentor was similar to that accorded the man's unobtrusive wife – always courteous, but infrequently sexual and never passionate. Unlike the wife, however, Jason was free to relieve his sexual frustration in the arms of his fellow students at the Academy.

Jason couldn't really blame his master for the preference. The slave boys – Dov and Danni – were incredibly beautiful and had been superbly trained in every aspect of personal service. And they were so exotic, with their Semitic features and their strange foreign names and their accented speech. Jason had learned – in talking to the boys themselves and from other members of the household – that they had been born in the land south of Phoenicia – of a tribe called the Hebrews – and were brought to Athens when they were but 8 years old. Even at that young age they had been well-trained in decorum and service, already speaking an adequate degree of the Greek tongue. The slave merchant who had acquired them knew the value of his product to the right buyer, and had wisely kept the twins together as a set, to be discretely offered in private showings to selected wealthy Athenians, rather than being auctioned in the city market. Their only flaw (but one that Jason found intriguing and strangely erotic) was that the flesh at the end of each boy's penis had been cut off in some barbarian religious ritual when they were infants. Timarcus always preferred the slave boys to be completely nude whenever they waited upon him in the living area of the villa, and Jason invariably found his eyes drawn to the unusual sight of a prepubescent cockhead being blatantly displayed at all times, without being touched and regardless of whether the penis was soft or erect.

Jason's daydreaming ended abruptly when at last the wrestling- master completed his war story and directed the boys to execute a rolling maneuver several times. The practice concluded, as always, with each pair of youths wrestling at full-strength for several minutes, a few pairs at a time, under the teacher's critical eye. Although Jason was bigger and stronger than Niklo and could almost always defeat him, on this afternoon Jason let up just slightly, allowing his friend to pin his shoulders to the ground for a hard-fought victory in the scrimmage. Niklo beamed with pride, especially when the wrestling master praised his technique. And Jason was pleased to note, when Niklo jumped to his feet after the pin, that his friend's penis was pumped up to its full 5-inches [12½ cm] of rigid erection.

With wrestling practice over, the 24 boys went straight away to the bathing pool, not bothering to put on the linen tunics they had removed at the beginning or their wrestling lessons. As they walked, the typical maneuvers for sexual pairing were well under way. As usual, the younger boys were being pursued by the oldest lads. Up ahead of Jason, three 16-year-olds were practically elbowing each other out of the way to walk next to 13-year-old Icarus, whose physical beauty was a miracle from the gods. Like all of the youngest boys in the group, the lad's body was devoid of hair. And among his same-age peers, his penis and ball sack showed the fewest signs of approaching sexual maturity. Whatever frustrations he may have felt about the slow development of his genitals, there is no doubt that it enhanced his desirability to the more mature students. Like Jason's adult suitors at those Delian banquets, the older boys were falling all over themselves to win Icarus' favor, hoping to be the one who would be kissing his full red lips and fucking his flawless tight ass that afternoon beside the pool, in full view of the others. Almost like a mating ritual of animals in the wild, the older boys made their cocks stiff for Icarus to admire, and they gave themselves a few discrete jack-off strokes whenever their tumescence began to subside.

Boys and men proudly showing off their erections was by no means an indiscretion in this environment, and it was never an object of teasing or shame, as it might be in other cultures. The erect penis was universally admired by Greeks – a symbol of the primacy of male sexuality in the natural order. Indeed, right next to the Academy's bathing pool was a carved stone "herm". This representation of the god Hermes consisted of a life-size head and – at an anatomically-correct distance below it – a large but realistic phallus and balls springing from smooth stone. No other body parts 3; just head and genitals. Whether intended to inspire the boys' activities, or merely as a monument to the glory of male sex, the stone lecher mutely presided over a daily orgy of boys engaging in a broad array of sexual activities.

On many days, Jason would be in competition with the other 15- and 16-year-olds in the fevered pursuit of the youngest, cutest boys. He had fucked nearly all of these 13-year-olds – including Icarus – and a good many of the 14-year-olds as well. But now Jason put his arm around Niklo's shoulder as they walked, and the other boy returned the gesture. As they glanced in each other's eyes, they both knew – without speaking – that they would be partners in that afternoon's pleasures. Seduction of a pretty 13-year-old might be exciting, but sharing pleasure with a beloved comrade seemed more comforting.

Jason's burning love for Niklo was constrained by another factor, apart from the younger boy's self-imposed limits. That was the set of unofficial rules, enforced by peer pressure, that governed sex among boys 3; and between boys and men. There was one clear standard from which the other rules sprang: a fully grown man must reject any sexual role that might be considered submissive. At the opposite end of the spectrum, the cultural mores proclaimed that a tender youth – one without hair above his penis or a changed voice – was completely unfettered his sexuality. He could give himself – as often as he wished and in any way that pleased him – to boys of any age 3; and, with reasonable discretion, to men as well. Submission to anal penetration and the giving of oral pleasure was his expected role, unless he was with a same-age or younger boy.

The appearance of pubic hair, however, signaled the need to be more circumspect about who he allowed to penetrate his ass, and for whom he would get on his knees to suck. He might give himself to an older boy of appropriate social rank, or to an adult mentor who assumed certain responsibilities. But getting fucked by a peer was now something to be done privately, and with an equal exchange of dominant and submissive roles. Being fucked by a younger boy would be seen as a mark of embarrassing immaturity. A youth of full sexual maturity would generally allow himself to be fucked only by a single adult mentor. And once whiskers began to grow on his face – the final defining element of manhood – it would be shamefully effeminate for a free man to be sexually subservient under any circumstances. Nevertheless, there were more than a few such men in Athens, whose desire to be penetrated by a boy's or man's cock overcame their sense of social decorum. (And of course a slave would submit sexually any time his owner desired it.)

Jason's body was maturing rapidly. He had a thickening growth of pubic hair and a few dark strands sprouting from his armpits, and his voice had recently lowered in tone to a pleasing tenor. But he was ambivalent about his advancing maturity. Although pleased at how attractive it made him to the younger boys, he was saddened by the thought of giving up the experience of a boy's oiled cock gliding sensuously inside his ass. The closer to manhood he got, the more he risked the snickers of his peers at the Academy for pursuing the pleasure of being fucked – even in the privacy of the olive grove – by a fellow student at the Academy.

Niklo had less physical development but was only a few months younger – close enough, thought Jason, to be considered a same-age peer. But Niklo was stingy in his sex play. He was totally devoted to his illustrious mentor, Pericles – a handsome young aristocrat who had just recently attained substantial power in the Athenian democracy. Out of respect for his mentor, Niklo spurned the sexual advances of other boys and men. Friendly kisses and playful mutual masturbation were not in the same category as sucking and fucking, however, and Jason was grateful that his friend was free with these intimacies.

The two would talk for hours about innumerable subjects, sitting naked in the warm Mediterranean breeze, under a tree or by the bathing pool or in a courtyard of the Academy. And they interspersed their serious discussions with playful tussling and physical closeness. Sometimes the friendly kisses turned into a bout of sloppy tongue wrestling that climaxed in urgent mutual stroking – an activity that carried no stigma of sexual submission. Each time, this intimacy filled Jason with hope that his romantic devotion to Niklo might be returned, but the younger boy always refused to take the lovemaking to a higher plane. Jason very nearly offered himself sexually to Niklo without reciprocation, but decided that would be unseemly for a boy of his maturity and that he would lose the respect of his younger friend. But as the two walked down the path together, Jason thought to himself that perhaps this time they might truly make love.

With the bathing pool in sight Jason and Niklo dropped the tunics they had been carrying, ran the last 15 paces, and jumped into the cool spring-fed water. All around them, naked boys were splashing and rough-housing and diving under the surface. The dust of the wrestling arena was washed away and tired bodies were refreshed. Play quickly changed to lust, however, as many of the boys – Jason and Niklo included – embraced and kissed and rubbed hardening cocks together. Pairs of boys snuck off to the privacy of the nearby olive grove. Others had no inhibitions about their acts being in full view of the others.

No adults were present for this festivity. Young and middle-aged men were banned from the grounds of the Academy, and the elderly teachers generally avoided outright voyeurism. In this haven for boy-sex, nearly every one of the students quickly partnered for sex.

"So Jason," said Niklo with a sly grin as he ran his hand across his friend's hairless chest and underwater down to his now-stiff cock; "you said you will do anything if I give myself to you?"

"Oh, Niklo 3; I would be your slave!" replied Jason with romantic hyperbole.

There was a twinkle in Niklo's eye. An erotic nerve had been struck. "My slave, eh? Perhaps I should take you up on that!" Niklo was still pumped with confidence from his victory over Jason in the wrestling scrimmage, and he had decided to prolong the heady feeling of dominance and probe the limits of his older friend's tolerance.

The younger boy hopped up to sit at the side of the pool, with his legs dangling in the water, his feet gliding along Jason's body. "Here is my offer. You may have your way with me today in the olive grove," he said in a quiet voice that only Jason could hear; "but first you must indulge me with some play-acting here by the pool." He spread his legs wide and continued, "you will act as my obedient slaveboy and serve at my every command 3; beginning by using your mouth to please me." Niklo's stiff penis throbbed with arousal and his fingers sensuously drew the foreskin down to fully uncover his beautiful dark cockhead.

Jason blushed and his heart beat faster as he gazed at the young adolescent erection that he so desperately wanted to suck. A shiver ran through his body. Although he had not expected to be taken literally with his remark about being Niklo's slave, the thought was now irresistibly erotic. Had he not fantasized being a slaveboy during some of his countless solo masturbation sessions? Did he not sometimes imagine being one of the pretty twins who spent so many nights in his mentor's bed?

Even though his intense lust urged him on, however, he knew that playing this game in such a public setting would guarantee ridicule. But, oddly, even this embarrassment was generating a strange erotic power. His own penis pulsed with lust as he contemplated the prospect of being sexually submissive to a younger and less mature boy in the midst of his classmates.

He looked up at Niklo and grinned. "Your humble slaveboy will do as his master commands," he said impulsively, his voice just barely above a whisper.

Niklo was relieved that his audacious suggestion had not met with an angry rebuff. He stood up and called out in an authoritative voice "Alright slave; get on your knees and suck my cock 3; and make it good, boy, or I'll spank your butt." That caused surprised heads to turn toward them, as Jason pulled himself out of the water and then knelt at Niklo's feet. He felt intense excitement as he brought his mouth down to suck on the slender 5-inch [12½ cm] cock, and his hands slid along the sides of Niklo's smooth strong thighs and round ass cheeks. When his lips encircled the foreskin-covered head, he hungrily licked it, tasting the pre-cum that formed at the slit. Jason's lips and tongue pushed the foreskin down, and he lavished attention on the exposed cockhead and angular ridge of hyper-sensitive flesh. Niklo groaned with pleasure and pulled Jason's head down, driving his cock deeper into his friend's willing mouth. As the slippery head pressed against the back of his mouth, Jason was determined to take it all – remembering the technique of the hired female prostitutes at the all-night banquets on Delos. He willed his throat to open and accept the slender lance. As if by magic, the stiff rod of flesh was engulfed by Jason's throat, and the boy's lips pressed firmly against the sparse pubic hair at its base. He brought his wet lips back up the warm stalk and then plunged down again, this time opening his throat with seeming ease. Jason quickly fell into a rhythm of urgent deep-throat sucking, anxious to show his total devotion to Niklo's pleasure. Though he had often taken boys' cocks into his mouth before – sometimes even swallowing their seed – he had never done it like this 3; this deeply or this aggressively.

Through the haze of his lust-charged brain, Jason now heard the comments of the on-looking boys, mixing with the groans of pleasure from Niklo.

"Our Delian classmate is quite the submissive cocksucker!"

"He takes it like a slave!"

"No. Like a whore!"

"Or an old faggot!"

"I'm next-in-line for his mouth!"

"Then me!"

The mocking laughter generated by these comments did not deter Jason's oral efforts. In fact, they filled his brain with a mysterious and intoxicating emotion that combined joyous exhilaration with humiliation 3; unbridled lust with chest- tightening apprehension.

Suddenly, Niklo's hands forced his head away, and the glistening erection slid from Jason's sucking lips with an audible pop, springing back to slap Niklo's belly.

"By the Gods, Jason! When you pay up on a wager, you deliver the full share!" Jason was confused for a moment, kneeling on the ground by the pool, panting for breath. Niklo went on, in a tone of good-natured kidding, talking as much to the onlookers than to Jason: "You would likely defeat me on the wrestling grounds 9 bouts out of 10, but when you make such a wager as that, you tempt the gods to teach you a lesson in humility 3;. So now I will assist the gods in their lesson, my young slaveboy. To complete my reward for pinning you in the wrestling ring, I claim your ass as mine. Get in position to be fucked, boy!"

Jason's eyes twinkled as he looked up at Niklo. Then he looked around at the grinning faces of the onlookers. Niklo had rescued Jason's reputation by putting his willing sexual submission in the context of a lost wager – boyhood fun rather than breach of a social taboo. Wagering for sexual prizes was actually quite common – some were paid off in private, but others played out for the sport of the entire class of Academy boys.

Jason stood up and walked a few paces over to a simple wooden bench, leaning down to rest his hands on the seat. He spread his legs and bent his knees a bit, ready for what was coming. Niklo poured some oil from a ceramic bottle onto his hand, coating his cock with it and wiping his slippery fingers in the crack of Jason's upraised ass. Jason looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the handsome 14-year-old standing right behind him.

Suddenly, there was a loud *SLAP*, accompanied by a sharp pain on Jason's right butt cheek where he had been spanked at full strength by Niklo's open palm.

"Head down, slave, while I take what's mine," said the younger boy with mock-arrogance. Jason's face burned with humiliation as all the others laughed, and he placed his forearms on the bench, clasped his hands together, and rested his forehead on them. His body and mind were buzzing with sexual energy and his heart thumped in his chest as he raised up his ass and waited for his friend to dominate him 3; while 14 boys of various ages stood in a circle to watch. Teasingly, Niklo rubbed the tip of his oiled erection firmly against the puckered anal hole several times, and each time Jason flexed the circle of muscle in excited anticipation.

"Tell everyone how willing my little slaveboy is 3; and make it convincing lest you be in default on our wager."

Actually, Jason's mind was already alive with thoughts of desire and submission, and his previous masturbation fantasies fed his imagination. But could he actually say out loud the words that were in his brain?

SLAP!

"Ugh!"

"Speak up, boy, unless you really want me to warm up your butt."

SLAP!

"Ugh! 3; Oh, master," he said in words that had trouble escaping his throat, which was tight with humiliation and sexual tension; "my body is yours to use in any way that pleases you 3;. I beg you to thrust your thick cock in my slaveboy cunt."

"That's better," said Niklo as he positioned his rigid cock.

As Niklo's hips thrust forward, Jason again flexed open his anus and pushed his ass back. He felt the usual jolt of discomfort at the initial intrusion of the adolescent cockhead into the tight ring of muscle. But it was immediately transformed into familiar warm pleasure as the shaft slid into his rectum. Both boys moaned at the same moment. Niklo kept pushing his cock forward even after he had achieved full penetration, and Jason kept pushing back 3; both striving to drive the adolescent boner just a little bit deeper into Jason's ass. Finally, Niklo pulled back and began a slow, steady cadence of fuck-strokes, forcefully in and more slowly out, holding firmly to the knobs of Jason's hip bones.

Jason concentrated on the indescribable sensation of a hot slippery erection sliding rhythmically past his tight anus and filling his insides. His brain silently voiced the words of love and submission that he could not bring himself to speak out loud for everyone to hear. 'My beautiful lover 3; Take me 3; Yes! So good 3; Oh gods, how I love you! 3; Fill my body with your cock 3; Fill me with your seed 3; 3; Fuck me forever! 3; Yes 3; harder 3; more 3; OH, YES!'

Some of the watchers were still making wise-cracks as Jason silently accepted Niklo's rutting thrusts, but others were clearly aroused by the display. Among the audience, pairs of boys were stroking each other's erections as they gazed at the two mid-teens putting on so blatant a sex show. Little Icarus stood next to a mature 16-year-old named Mikos – the strongest and best-endowed in the Academy class. The younger lad had his hand wrapped around his older partner's man-size cock as they both watched Jason being fucked.

"Niklo, my friend!" called out Mikos. "Let me fuck your slaveboy's mouth while you plow his ass!"

"I have a better idea," gasped Niklo, as he humped Jason's backside in a steady rhythm. "My slaveboy will give suck to young Icarus. I'll venture he's never had his cock properly attended to by an older boy."

"Yes!" giggled the prepubescent youngster in a high chirping voice. "You are right, Niklo. I have sucked just about every cock in the Academy in the two months I've been here, but none of you has yet deigned to pleasure me 3; except to diddle my penis with your fingers as you stretch my ass with those oversized clubs between your legs."

That got another round of laughter from the assembled boys. To be sure, the youngest and least mature of the Academy boys might have trouble getting his cock sucked 3; at least until a boy even younger and less mature came along. So it should have been especially humiliating for Jason to have Icarus slide onto the bench in front of his face, the youngster's plump thumb-size erection and round little ball sack waiting to receive oral attention.

But in Jason's mind, the mounting humiliation continued to be transformed in a strange way into lust. And besides, his sexual fantasies had often been filled with images of young boys' stiff cocks – especially after being around his mentor's twin boyslaves – and he had entertained masturbatory thoughts of how a boyish boner would feel on his tongue. Icarus sat with his legs spread, his crotch right in Jason's face. The head of his penis was completely hidden beneath the taut foreskin, but Jason skinned it down with his fingertips to reveal a cute cockhead, glowing dark red with arousal. With his senses already stimulated by the exquisite ass-fucking that he was receiving, Jason took the 3-inch [7½ cm] morsel between his lips and tongued the sensitive flesh. Icarus squealed with delight as Jason began to move his hot wet mouth up and down, swirling his tongue over every surface, including the round ball sack. Niklo picked up the pace of his fuck-strokes, and Jason sucked and tongued faster and harder at the stiff immature penis in his mouth.

Grunts from Niklo mixed with high-pitched giggles and sighs from young Icarus, all but drowning out Jason's own muffled moans of pleasure. And as Niklo picked up speed, he leaned down and wrapped his strong arms around his older friend's torso – left hand caressing Jason's chest, and right hand grasping Jason's rigid erection. As his oiled cock plunged into Jason's hole with increasing urgency, Niklo pumped the 6-inch [15 cm] boner in his hand with fast firm strokes, guaranteed to produce a quick result.

Sure enough, it was Jason who shot his cum first 3; blasting his seed onto the dusty ground beneath him while Niklo rode the resulting wave of anal contractions to his own incredibly powerful orgasm. Jason's mouth stayed clamped to the tiny cock he was servicing, and Icarus began trembling with pleasure from the dry cum that wracked his small body, his little penis spasming in Jason's mouth.

As the three boys disengaged, there were friendly smiles on the faces of all the gathered onlookers and admiring comments 3; directed mostly to Niklo and Icarus, but also to Jason. To have shown good sportsmanship in fulfilling a lost wager – enduring humiliation with stoicism – was a sign of admirable character. And of course Jason was not ABOUT to tell them that there had been no wager at all!

Jason and Niklo jumped back into the bathing pool, washing off the accumulation of sweat, dust, and sex. They held each other and kissed, talking in low voices as the attention of the other boys turned to their partners 3; and to the prospect of watching another sex show.

"Thanks for that story about the wager," whispered Jason. "I would not have been able to face the shame if you had not. I was quite reckless in my lust. Were it not for your little fib 3;."

"Think nothing of it. It was I who was reckless, risking our friendship by asking for such as that 3;. But now it is I who will be your slaveboy, up in the olive grove."

The two kissed, long and lovingly, one last time. As they climbed out of the pool, grabbing up their tunics, they looked over at the next public showcase of adolescent lust. Beside the priapic statute of Hermes, the sturdy Mikos was fucking Icarus in a standing position. Icarus had his legs wrapped around the older boy's waist and hands locked behind his neck. Mikos's big hands supported the youngster's ass cheeks, guiding the boy's body and spreading him open for the 7-inch [18 cm] cock that impaled him. Icarus was truly enjoying the assault, however. As the thick oiled erection was sliding in and out of his tender ass, Icarus had his head tilted back, eyed closed. As he energetically raised and lowered his body in an exquisitely sensuous motion, the youngster cooed and squealed with happy pleasure-noises. Jason and Niklo lingered a few moments to watch, entranced by this perfect example of Greek eroticism – the image of youthful boy-beauty in willing service to mature masculine lust.

Still dripping and totally nude, Jason and Niklo began walking the several hundred feet up a hillside path to reach a grove thickly planted with olive trees. Waist-high grasses grew between the trees, making a soft and semi-private nest for couples lying down to make love. And couples there were. The protocol demanded that those entering the grove at this time of the afternoon look and listen carefully so as not to intrude on the amorous activities of others. Although the privacy was mostly an illusion, it succeeded in allowing older boys (or bashful younger ones) to engage in sexual acts that would have embarrassed them if done in public.

Finding a comfortable spot, Jason and Niklo spread their linen tunics out as protection from the tickley long grass. As they lay down together, Niklo said with a smile "What does my master wish of his obedient slaveboy? I will do as you command."

Jason kissed his friend and replied "I wish that you were as helplessly in love with me as I am with you 3;. So I command you to lay with me and play-act that we are the only people in the world, and that nothing else matters but our love for each other." He tried to sound facetious, but the longing in his heart was clearly revealed on his face.

Niklo ran his hand through Jason's thick brown hair and then tenderly across his cheek. "That will not be a difficult role for me to act, dear friend." And he took Jason in his arms and kissed him deeply as their bodies melded together.

And it DID seem as though they were alone in the world, without a care, as they kissed and whispered and laughed and kissed some more. Hands roamed freely, caressing and fondling. Both cocks quickly reawakened to stiff erections. Sometimes they lay side- by-side 3; cock-to-cock. Other times one atop the other, face-to- face, smooth warm bodies rubbing together. Jason was totally content, for he knew in his heart that Niklo's tenderness was not just an act.

Finally, as Jason lay on his back with Niklo snuggling atop in his arms, the younger boy said "Jason; let me pleasure you now. I'll do it the same way my mentor enjoys. Lie still while I work."

And with one last passionate tongue-kiss, Niklo began to work his lips and tongue slowly down his friend's body 3; nibbling at his neck 3; the small tan nipples on his chest 3; Niklo's fingers moving in sensuous swirls over shoulders and upper arms and chest. The tip of his tongue dipped into Jason's navel, bringing a giggle. Down further, Niklo knelt between Jason's spread legs and his hands slid up the smooth inner thighs. With his face only an inch above the head of the older boy's stiff penis, Niklo inhaled the subtle musk, then blew a long stream of warm breath with his lips pursed. A shudder ran through Jason's tense body. Then Niklo's tongue flicked out, running along the shaft.

Top to bottom several times, his tongue-tip teasingly stimulated Jason's rigid erection. Then down to his balls, hanging in a loose sack of silky skin 3; licking, sucking each orb in turn. As he pleased Jason's balls, Niklo took the adolescent cock in his right hand, gently running the foreskin up and down, alternately exposing and fully concealing the dark red cockhead. Niklo's mouth came up and kissed the cockhead softly 3; slowly 3; then tongued it with the lightest caresses. Then his lips surrounded the little plumb of sex-flesh, and in tandem with his tongue they teased and probed more aggressively. Bringing his other hand to Jason's balls, Niklo fondled them as Jason purred.

Then Niklo's his mouth descended, taking the shaft of Jason's penis into its wet warmth 3; sucking, licking 3; slowly working down the pulsing shaft 3; letting the exposed cockhead graze gently along the top of his mouth. Jason groaned with pleasure. His body stiffened as he arched his back.

Niklo tried to take all of the cock shaft into his mouth, as Jason had done for him, but he could not overcome his throat's resistance, even after several attempts. The discomfort was even bringing tears to his eyes. And he could not hide the sounds of his throat's refusal. Jason sat up and touched Niklo's face with his fingers.

"Niklo 3; stop 3; please don't hurt yourself."

"But I wanted to 3;"

"Yes, I know. And I love you all the more for your desire to please me 3;. But remember that you are my slave as we lie here, and your master commands you to desist." Jason's gentle smile as he said these words warmed Niklo's heart, and he returned to lavishing the first 3 inches [7½ cm] of Jason's cock with his loving oral attentions. Then he stopped and rose up on his knees.

"The stallion is ready to be ridden," announced Niklo with a grin, and he moved up to straddle Jason's midsection, his knees on either side of his friend's torso. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Niklo took a generous amount of saliva, reached behind himself, and massaged it into his anus. Spitting again into his hand, he added another coating to Jason's erection, supplementing the slickness that remained from his sucking. Then, holding Jason's cock steady, Niklo brought himself down slowly and steadily on the 6-inch [15 cm] erection. The slender penis slid into Niklo's body with ease, owing to the younger boy's having shared the bed of a virile adult mentor for nearly a year.

"Oh, Niklo! It's so good!" moaned Jason, as the younger boy began to ride Jason's cock like a cavalryman on a horse. His hands grasped Niklo's thighs, and his pelvis rose up slightly off the ground to match his friend's movements.

And Niklo was in the grip of his own pleasure as well, his own penis stiff with lust. This was the first time in many months that anyone other than his mentor had taken him anally, but a collage of sexually-charged memories flooded into his consciousness – the warm memories of his many earlier experiences of being fucked by other boys.

Jason rode a wave of physical and psychic pleasure. His cock was sliding in and out of the only boy he truly loved, and he could see the pleasure on Niklo's face. His hand moved to the boy's bouncing erection and held it firmly. With Niklo's energetic movement, his penis almost masturbated itself in Jason's hand. As the tension in Jason's loins began to gather – the familiar prelude to sexual climax – he worked his hand up and down, making Niklo groan with over-stimulation.

"Come on lover 3; spray your seed all over me 3;. Come on 3; do it!" Jason's hand moved in fast firm strokes that quickly drove Niklo to the edge.

"Oh, yes, Jason! YES!" gasped the boy, his semen spurting onto Jason's chest, diminished only slightly in amount from the previous load that had filled Jason's ass down by the pool.

Thoroughly distracted by the ecstacy of orgasm, Niklo ceased his cock-riding motions and rested his hands on Jason's chest, gasping for breath.

Though his cock pleaded for release, Jason lay still beneath his friend, concentrating on the incredible feeling from the anal spasms that massaged his straining penis for the entire duration of Niklo's climax.

Resting right on the very edge of orgasm – a magical state that he had never before experienced in his usual adolescent rush to cum quickly when the urge became this great – Jason pulled Niklo down onto him and kissed him deeply. Then Jason rolled the two of them over so that now he was on top, still kissing, his cock still throbbing deep in Niklo's rectum.

Though the spasms of orgasm had passed, Niklo consciously contracted and relaxed his anal muscles around the hot rigid cock inside him. For his part, Jason flexed the muscle that made his erection jerk slightly inside his friend's rectum. They both giggled at this shared discovery of a new little pleasure. Their whole bodies slowly rubbed together as they kissed, and their hands caressed each other's faces and hair.

"Oh, Niklo! I love you so much!"

"Jason, I 3; I love you too. I know I should be loyal to my mentor, but I cannot help myself 3;. I love you!"

The words he had so wanted to hear filled Jason with utter joy – a wave of emotion that swept through his body with a flood of warm ecstacy. He said nothing, but tears filled his eyes as he looked down on Niklo's handsome face. The boys kissed again 3; gently, lovingly 3; then more intensely. Arms encircled bodies and the two lover hugged each other savagely. As Jason's hips humped into Niklo with instinctive force, striving for orgasm, the younger boy drew back his legs.

"Come, my powerful lover. Fuck me hard and fill me with your seed!"

Jason's placed his hands behind Niklo's knees, pushing his legs back to his shoulders so that the boy's ass was at a perfect angle to be vigorously plowed.

It only took nine thrusts, delivered with savage urgency, before Jason's brain exploded with stars and ultimate pleasure ripped through his body. Spurts of sex-fluid pulsed from his throbbing cock, deep into Niklo's bowels. Both boys groaned and laughed and hugged and kissed.

As the last trembling spasms subsided in Jason's body, he slowly pulled out and rolled over to lay at Niklo's side. They lay in contented silence for a few blissful minutes, hugging, caressing. Then a serious look came over Jason's face.

"I could never love another as I love you, Niklo 3;. But I realize that I must respect your devotion to the great Pericles. Know that I will always stand ready to be your passionate lover, my friend 3; whenever you want me."

Niklo's expression was mixture of seriousness, love, and a bit of sadness. "Thank you for your understanding, my dearest friend. I will remember this day always, but we are both growing up – you especially. We will always be comrades, Jason, and I will always be there to share sensual caresses with you at the pool and in the courtyard. But you are correct that I must return to my pledge of loyalty to my mentor 3;. But if that ever changes 3;." He didn't finish. Instead he leapt onto Jason's body and began wrestling playfully as both boys laughed.

Chapter 2

"That will be all, Jason. I will be gone when you awake in the morning. Confer with Sohrab first thing, before you leave for your studies at the Academy. You will need to direct him regarding household activities for the day."

"Very well, Mentor. Good sailing to you, and a fresh breeze to return you home." He kissed the man formally and left 3; but not before glancing once again at each twin.

Darkness had fallen, and Jason retired to his small, plainly furnished room and removed his linen tunic. As he lay naked on the narrow bed, a swirl of emotions coursed through his brain. He would have such responsibility! But what an honor and a learning opportunity it would be. And the thought of bedding the beautiful and exotic twins! His cock throbbed to a quick erection in his hand as he contemplated the possibilities. As he fantasized the pleasures he would experience with the boyslaves, he masturbated his cock with the impetuously rapid strokes of youthful lust, quickly spurting his seed up onto his hairless chest and belly. That settled his excitement a bit, and he basked in the afterglow of orgasm as he drifted off to sleep.

"Master? 3; Master? 3; It is time to awaken."

Jason opened his eyes to the sight of the household's butler, Sohrab, standing beside his bed in the morning light. The implication of word 'master' finally penetrated Jason's foggy brain. He actually WAS the master – however temporarily – of one of the great villas of Athens. He had 15 slaves who now answered to him as they would to their real master, Timarcus.

"May we converse about the day's activities?" said the 25-year-old eunuch quietly. "I will wash and dress you as we talk, if you wish."

Jason yawned. "Certainly. Proceed, Sohrab." The wiry adolescent tossed the light blanket aside, rose up out of bed and stretched. The Persian slave was already speaking about household matters as he fetched a bowl of water and sponge and a clean white tunic. Jason was not the least bit embarrassed by the morning erection that stood up at his crotch – a firm 6-inch [15 cm] cock of youthful slender proportions, framed by a sparse nest of dark hair. But he was aware that Sohrab's eyes were drawn to it, and he was amused at the effeminate slave's fascination.

The slave dipped the sponge, squeezed it out, and ran it lightly over Jason's chest and shoulders. He scrubbed more firmly to clean off some crusty residue of cum on the youth's torso. All the while, he was talking about work assignments for the household staff, minor maintenance tasks to be carried out, the food that would be purchased and prepared for that days's meals. Jason didn't know that these were matters that Timarcus routinely left to his butler's discretion; the master had directed that they be made with Jason's approval so that he might have a taste of decision-making.

Sohrab sank to his knees to sponge the lower part of Jason's body, dabbing the sponge over the boy's rigid erection and around his dangling balls, then down his legs as he knelt before the boy. Finally he stood up and put the sponge aside.

"There are no other matters for your approval at present, Master. I will carry out your wishes," said the slave as he unfolded the tunic and held it open to be slipped over Jason's arms and head.

"Please know that I will do all in my power to assist you. And if there is any service I can provided 3; any service at all, Master 3;." As he was saying this, Sohrab glanced at the boy's tumescent penis.

Jason smiled. It was so obvious – not just this morning but on previous occasions – that the slave was signaling his very willing availability. But though Jason was ready for a good orgasm (he typically masturbated first thing each morning), he did not find the eunuch particularly arousing. There was none of the instant lust that he experienced whenever he thought about the young twins or about his classmate Niklo 3; or various other classmates at the Athenian Academy for that matter. Although Sohrab's face was certainly appealing, the almost-female softness of his body was the very opposite of the Greek ideal. But Jason had no doubt that the Persian was talented in the ways of imparting sexual pleasure, recalling the time he briefly observed the slave orally serving Timarcus in a remote corner of the villa's gardens. Jason was at a distance but had gazed on the scene for several minutes with voyeuristic arousal before discretely withdrawing.

"Yes, Sohrab; there is a service you may provide 3;." Jason reached down to his erection, his fingertips sliding the foreskin down to fully expose the dark red crown, saying in a matter-of- fact tone "take care of this with your mouth. But you must be quick about it. I've a busy day."

Sohrab was not at all offended by the blunt nature of the order. Such directness was the appropriate protocol for exchanges between a slave and a citizen – and even more so between slave and master.

"Right away, Master." His voice remained calm and deferential as he returned to his knees, but his senses glowed with hungry delight. The handsome youth had finally responded to his advances. Perhaps a quick sampling of oral techniques might convince the lad of the slave's desirability. The eunuch may have lacked a masculine sex-drive, but he had been tantalized for months by thoughts of being fucked vigorously by the boy. Sohrab so missed the days of his youth when he had been his master's favorite bed partner 3; and had been given as a special treat for the night to honored house-guests. These days he usually had to seduce the crude and slow-witted Thracian stableboy to satisfy his desire to take a cock in his mouth 3; and his absolute craving to be anally penetrated.

The eunuch's hands did not touch Jason at first – only his mouth. Wrapping his lips around the cockhead, half-hidden by foreskin, Sohrab bathed it with gentle swirls of his tongue for a few moments and then moved his wet lips down 3; all the way down 3; in one smooth plunge, until his mouth was pressing against Jason's pubic hair. The adolescent boy moaned softly as the head of his stiff penis entered the slave's throat. The eunuch brought his mouth up, sucking a vacuum with his sealed wet lips, then quickly down, causing the cockhead to once again penetrate his throat.

Five times in quick succession he expertly swallowed the erection. Then, leaving the stiff penis embedded after the fifth such entrance, the slave's throat muscles made undulating motions around it as he subtly moved his head up and down, sliding along the cock only a fraction of an inch. Jason had never been sucked like this, and pleasure rushed through his body. Then there was a quiet low humming sound that reached Jason's ears at the same instant that a new surge of stimulation surrounded his cockhead. Sohrab's larynx was producing a guttural buzzing that caused intense vibrations around the entrapped top of the boy's penis, bringing sensations that were quite unlike anything Jason had ever experienced. The teenager's body tensed and his fingers entwined tightly in the slave's hair and he gasped at the powerful stimulus.

"AGH! 3; How do you do that?!"

The 25-year-old eunuch glanced up at the boy, eyes twinkling. He thought back to his time at the Persian royal court, so many years before, when he was gelded and then expertly trained as a boy-courtesan. The teachers had been thorough in imparting their ancient knowledge to the numerous young pleasure-slaves like himself.

His lips rose up again and his tongue writhed around the 6-inch [15 cm] erection like a slippery snake, swirling intensely around the cockhead and then pulling off the cock completely. Now the slave's hand came up and grasped the adolescent phallus, pulling the skin down tightly so that the purple cockhead stood out prominently 3; exposed and delightfully vulnerable. Sohrab smiled and took the mushroom of flesh between his lips again. But instead of sliding down the shaft, he concentrated on the top inch, from piss-slit to just below the slightly-flared ridge – licking and nibbling and sucking, teasing the taut skin aggressively. The intensity increased when he began twisting his head vigorously from side to side, causing his lips to rotate around the hyper-sensitive ridge. Jason knew that this would indeed be a quick suck 3; and he moaned for the slave to finish him off. But there was yet another level of sexual pleasure for Jason to attain 3;.

"Ahhhh! By the goddess Athena! I can hardly bear it!" Jason's nervous system was feeling the most incredible blast of sensation in all of the youth's 15 years – Sohrab was gently scraping his teeth along Jason's cockhead as his tongue-tip probed the tiny piss-slit. This was clearly not the unintentional tooth-scraping of an inexperienced 13-year-old student at the Academy. It was the well-measured infliction of the most exquisite kind of pleasure-pain, causing Jason to cry out in glorious erotic agony. Just as it seemed that the sensation was about to cross the threshold into true discomfort, the slave's mouth plunged down again, deep-throating the boy's cock.

With Jason's balls cradled firmly in his hand, the eunuch began the final push to orgasm, running his lips and tongue up and down the shaft, as the head of Jason's cock was being masturbated by the muscles of Sohrab's talented throat. Jason's mind was out of control with lust 3; his hips bucking in frantic thrusts 3; his hands riding the slave's bobbing head.

"AHHH, YESSSS!" he cried out, as he climaxed in powerful spasms of sexual release. "Oh gods, YES!"

The slave held the throbbing cock all the way in his throat, the circles of muscle massaging out the last dribbles of the hot cum as he swallowed repeatedly. Sohrab finally released the glistening penis from his mouth as Jason's erection started retreated to softness. The entire session of pleasuring had taken less than three minutes 3; a blur of erotic virtuosity that left the boy speechless at first.

Sohrab rose to his feet and casually picked up the clean tunic, again holding it out for Jason to slip into. His demeanor revealed no hint of the intense sexuality that had just concluded.

"That was absolutely 3; uh 3; it was 3; cleverly done," said Jason awkwardly as he slipped into the garment. It would be inappropriate to speak too effusively about the actions of a slave. Then he spoke with more self-assurance: "I will go to the shipyard at Piraeus directly from the Academy to view the progress on my mentor's ship. You will arrange for a horse?"

"Of course, Master. And 3; thank you for allowing me to serve you." Though his words were soft and deferential, the slave's eyes betrayed his continuing desires – which were boosted considerably when Jason nodded, with a trace of a friendly smile on his lips.

Jason couldn't concentrate on his lessons at the Academy. His life was now so full of new challenges and experiences and expectations. He gushed to his best friend Niklo about the exciting implications.

"Niklo; you must come stay with me tonight! We could have the twins serve us together. It would be incredible!"

"I am sorry, Jason 3;. Yes, it would be fun, but I have to attend to duty. My mentor is under stress at this time of crisis for the League of Greek States 3; the very reason why your mentor has sailed off and left you with his pretty slaveboys. Pericles says that my love and companionship bring him peace after a day of trouble. I would not abandon his needs for the sake of a little fun."

"You are right 3; as always," said Jason with a note of friendly sarcasm in his voice. "I just wish that the great Pericles had a pretty boyslave or two who could replace you in his bed on occasion." He kissed Niklo quickly on the lips, and they both ran to their next class.

After wrestling practice, Jason had no time for the pleasures of the bathing pool. He went to the Academy's gate and looked about. He spotted one of his mentor's horses tied to a tree, with the 18-year-old stableboy sitting against the same tree, asleep.

"Pelus! Wake up, fool! Bring me the horse!" His sharp words got the desired response from the lazy Thracian slave, who was far stronger of body than of mind.

The bare-chested stableboy got to his feet and prepared the horse. Jason studied the almost-mature youth, noticing his strong arms, muscular chest, and tight butt. He felt the tingling of sexual arousal and concluded that the husky slave might be an interesting bed partner 3; but only after he had become satiated with the twins.

Pelus clasped his hands together for Jason to step on as he mounted the horse. Jason was off at a trot, eager to cover the 6 miles to the waterfront at Piraeus and carry out his assignment. It took more than an hour to question each of the shipbuilding foremen and take notes on the wax-covered tablets he carried, but he felt increasing self-confidence as he went along and knew that it would be quicker the next day. Finally, he was back on his mentor's horse and galloping toward the city.

Jason hopped down from the stallion, tired but exhilarated. He handed the reins to the stableboy and made his way to the villa. Approaching the back entrance, he saw Dov and Danni washing and drying the pots and serving plates from that evening's dinner. Both wore only short, pleated kilts of white linen, their feet and torsos bare 3; typical summer attire for the boys – except when they were with their master in his personal quarters, when they were invariably naked.

"So I missed the evening meal, eh?"

"Welcome, Master!" said Danni in a bubbly voice, "we will serve you in the private quarters, just as we do when our master – our other master – arrives late. Shall we serve you now, or do you wish that we finish our kitchen duties?"

"Finish up here. I will wash off the smell of horse before I pay my regards to my mentor's wife and consult with Sohrab. Then I'll take my meal. And then 3; well, perhaps we may need to get to bed early this evening," he said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!!" giggled both boys in unison as they looked first at Jason and then at each other.

As he walked away, Jason was grinning broadly 3; his life was at such a peak at this moment. To have carried out his mentor's assignments with competence and self-confidence 3; hearing the sexy little twins calling him "Master" 3; his thoughts of the pleasures that awaited. Yes; life was good.

His first stop was the small bathing pool in the villa's central courtyard. He quickly stripped and eased his body into the water, glad to be getting rid of the road-dust and sweat. As he stepped out, Sohrab appeared with a towel and a short toga (an 'exomis') belonging to Timarcus. The eunuch dried Jason's body and secured the loose material over his left shoulder with a fine gold clasp, leaving his right shoulder uncovered. The skimpy garment came down only to mid-thigh, and Sohrab thought to himself how sexy the youth looked 3; though the eunuch was resigned to the knowledge that he could not compete with the twins for Jason's attention this night.

"The finest cloth, Master. They call it silk. Made in a land beyond the farthest reach of Persia. " The youth had never felt such fabric. When it brushed against his skin – especially against his cock – the sensation was exquisitely sensuous.

Jason finally reached the large room that was the private domain of his mentor, finding the twins waiting for him, knowing grins on their faces.

"Come. Sit here. You must be tired, Master. Let us take care of you," said Danni, leading Jason to a narrow, low-backed chair of leather and wood. "May we serve you food to satisfy your hunger?"

"I hunger for more than food" said the teenager jokingly as he eyed the beautiful, dark-featured boys facing him 3; his hand brushing against the Danni's cheek as he sat down. He had fantasized about this moment, and now he wanted to experience it to the utmost. "Tell me what pleasures you provide to my mentor 3; the things that he especially enjoys."

The smiles on the slaveboys' faces faded. "We are sorry, Master," said Dov. "I fear we must be disobedient, for we would not be indiscrete about the details of any pleasure sessions with our dear master 3; or about any of the noble gentlemen to whom he has lent us for a night 3;. And we will likewise remain discrete about what we might do with YOU, Master."

"But perhaps you would trust us to intuit your desires and apply our skills and imagination," said Danni softly, as he ran his hand up Jason's arm and fingered the clasp of the toga at his shoulder. "We are very good at discovering what gives a man his greatest pleasure," he whispered in Jason's ear in a tone of sultry seduction as he released the clasp. Danni's hand pushed the smooth fabric down to Jason's lap, lightly caressing his chest in the process. "Will you let us? 3; Please? 3; Pleeeeez?" the last words said in an intentionally-humorous whimpering voice as his hands roamed sensuously over the youth's torso.

Jason smiled, but he also felt his face flush. Yes! This was what he wanted 3; to be served by the most incredibly desirable young pleasure-slaves 3; never knowing what new delights they would offer next. Perhaps they might even know some of the oral techniques that Sohrab had used that morning. He consented to the idea immediately.

The two 12-year-olds exchanged a glance that lasted only a second or two. But in that exchange, information was conveyed between them through only the slightest movement of eyes and facial expression 3; plus a healthy dose of the powerful telepathy between twins.

"Thank you, Master! First we will feed you and entertain you with music and dance. And then 3;. Then we shall entertain you in other ways."

Dov began playing a V-shaped dual-reed flute 3; a soft tune that was both soothing and insinuatingly sensual. Danni brought over a tray of food – olives, fruit, bread, cheese, honey – and set it on a low table not far from where Jason's sat.

"We shall make a game of your meal, Master. I will feed you from my own hand, and you may not lift a finger lest it spoil the game" said the beautiful 12-year-old as he brought a pitted olive to Jason's lips. The youth answered by leaning back in the chair, smiling, and opening his mouth to receive the food. Danni's other hand brushed along Jason's neck and hairline, very lightly, sending a slight chill through Jason's body. As Danni went back to the tray to get another morsel, his body was moving with the music – not quite dancing, but with a fluid movement that was almost feline. Each time he fed Jason with his right hand, his left lightly stroked a different part of the youth's body (though not his crotch, which remained covered by the bunched fabric of the toga).

Danni pulled a hunk of bread from the loaf and dipped it in honey, returning to Jason's side gracefully. Jason's head was tilted back and his mouth was open to receive the treat. A big drop of honey landed on his chin as his lips snatched the bread. Danni scooped up the drop with his fingertip, then brought the finger to Jason's mouth. The youth licked 3; then sucked the finger into his mouth 3; all the while looking into the boy's smouldering dark eyes. This time Danni's other hand glided along Jason's inner thigh.

Jason swirled his tongue around Danni's index finger for a few seconds, feeling the atmosphere of the room becoming ever more erotically charged.

"There is still a bit more honey on your chin, Master," said Danni is a sultry voice, as he placed his hands on Jason's shoulders, leaned down, and licked at the spot like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. But as Jason reached for the boy to pull him into an embrace, Danni slithered away.

"No hands, Master," he giggled devilishly as he got a clump of grapes. "Greater pleasure will come if you let us serve in our own manner." He cajoled Jason into clasping his hands behind his back, which Jason did willingly, eager to learn where the pleasure-game would lead. Jason reflected momentarily on how the young slaves were issuing orders to the master. Yes; this was a fascinating game.

When he returned to Jason's side, Danni gracefully slid onto the adolescent's lap, facing him with his legs astride Jason's thighs. He placed one grape at a time between Jason's lips as he subtly moved his body, snuggling his crotch against Jason's. Jason felt intense temptation to caress Danni's body with his hands 3; to feel the baby-smoothness of the 12-year-old boy's chest 3; to tease the small tan nipples, which were now raised into tiny erect nubs.

Danni placed a grape between his own lips, leaning forward to Jason's mouth. The youth sat up straighter, bringing his lips to the boy's, and they kissed as the grape passed from one to the other. Another grape, likewise placed 3;. another kiss. The next grape was held firmly in the boyslave's teeth. Jason bit at the fruit as his lips ground against Danni's. With half a grape in each mouth, the two continued kissing 3; longer, deeper, as Danni's little tongue slithered into Jason's mouth, lasciviously licking at the older youth's tongue. Danni was also running his hands over Jason's body – chest, back, shoulders, hair, face 3;. driving the 15-year-old wild with arousal.

"By the gods, you will drive me insane! Feel how my cock desires you," said Jason as he thrust his silk-covered erection up against the boy on his lap. Nonetheless, he succeeded in keeping his hands clasped behind his back.

"You must be patient, Master. The anticipation makes the eventual climax so much better." And he slipped off of Jason's lap after one last deep kiss and began dancing before the youth.

Dov, who had been playing softly, shifted to a more insistent melody on his flute. Danni's movements were graceful, cat-like 3; undulating, turning, dipping 3; as if every part of his body could bend impossibly in any direction 3; every motion of his hands and fingers, in the air or along his own body, dripping with eroticism. He danced close to Jason, around behind him, touching Jason's neck and shoulders lightly with hands and lips. It was a foreign dance of some sort, far more sensual than the formal Greek dances with which Jason was familiar. Perhaps a dance of the Persian harem, taught to the boys by Sohrab. Perhaps from the land of the twins' birth – along the stretch of arid seacoast between Egypt and Phoenicia.

As he danced, Danni released the clasp that held the waist of the linen kilt, and tossed the garment across the room. But instead of being naked as Jason expected 3; and lusted for 3; the boy wore a tiny loincloth made of a slender band of purple silk fabric. The cloth covered his boyish genitals, but little else, fully displaying his slender rounded buttocks. As the danced, Danni's hands moved all over his body 3; down his chest, his crotch, his thighs, his ass 3; in such an explicit manner that Jason felt short of breath.

Slowly, Danni unwound the narrow band of fabric as he danced, until finally he was dancing naked, a ribbon of silk floating in his hands. Jason's eyes were glued to the erection that stood up straight from the boy's hairless crotch – the length of Jason's middle finger; the girth of his thumb. And, as ever, Jason was entranced by the absence of foreskin. The penis gave the appearance of an adult man's at the height of tumescence, or of Jason's own cock when the skin was pulled down all the way and the head fully exposed for pleasuring. Danni's balls showed the earliest evidence of approaching pubescence 3; a bit larger, and dangling more, than a younger boy's. Jason couldn't wait to take the boy to bed and fondle every part of his body.

Danni kept dancing 3; kept moving his hands all over his body 3; invitingly, teasingly. He turned his back on Jason – only a few feet from where he sat – and leaned forwards with his hands on his knees. It was now only his beautiful ass that was dancing 3; weaving in a hypnotizing pattern as the boy looked back over his shoulder. When Danni brought his hands back and spread his ass cheeks, Jason's total attention focused on the little pucker of pink flesh that winked slightly open and closed in time to the music. The heat in Jason's loins – and his brain – was almost feverish. He could barely restrain himself from jumping up and fucking the slaveboy on the spot.

Then Danni danced over behind his brother, and in an instant it was Danni's hands that fingered the flute into which Dov blew. And with a motion that left Jason disbelieving his eyes and ears, they exchanged the flute from one mouth to the other without missing a note. Now it was Dov who was dancing in a wanton feast for Jason's eyes 3; quickly stripping to the same loincloth of silk fabric; slowly unwinding it to reveal an identical erection that evinced the purest boy-beauty.

As the song ended, Dov came around behind Jason's chair and whispered in his ear as he ran his fingers over the youth's chest.

"Let us move to the bed, that we may play more 3; actively."

As Jason rose to his feet, the toga material fell to the floor, revealing his stiff penis, dark red with engorgement. Both naked boys hugged him at the same time and them took his hands to lead him to the wide luxurious bed of his mentor.

"What game would you have me play now? Tell me, you little imps."

The twins glanced at each other, exchanging thoughts in a split- second of silent communication.

"Well, Master," said Dov, "we are but boys, so we play at boyish games. But we have found that some can be quite appealing to the men that we entertain. We know games that offer a challenge 3; a measure of just how much pleasure a man can experience."

"Yes," added Danni, "but some men are rather weak and feminine, not capable to experiencing the height of manly pleasures, while others 3;"

"Other men have nearly exhausted my brother and me with their virility," chimed in Dov.

"By the gods! Now that is the kind of game I would gladly play. Show me all the pleasures that you can dream of, and I assure you that I will be a match of the most virile of men that you have ever entertained," said Jason in a confident and excited voice. "What should I do?"

"Lie down on the bed, Master. Head and shoulders resting on the pillows. Now reach back to grasp the rings in the wall."

Jason looked back to see two sturdy iron rings, set 3 feet [1 m] apart, just below the narrow shelf that held a glowing oil lamp. He grabbed them as he reclined back against the pile of soft pillows.

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