Bill aka Storyguy

Athenian Boys - 460 BC

Chapters 3-4

Chapter 3

Last paragraphs part 2 "We shall all three be Lycian pirates – the fiercest raiders of the Aegean Sea," said Danni. "You shall be a renegade crew member who has stolen our ship's chest of gold and has escaped to hide it somewhere. You will need a pirate name. We shall call you 3; 'Jando'. My brother and I have tracked you down and will make you tell us where you have hidden the gold." As Danni spoke, the boys used the wide silk ribbon that had been around their loins to quickly tie Jason's hands securely to the rings – finishing by tying the free ends of the lengths of fabric to each other, well out of Jason's reach. "We shall torture you, Jando, to make you reveal the secret of the gold," said Dov, as he reached down and took Jason's cock in his his hand. "Torture you thus until you beg for mercy and tell us where you have hidden the treasure." He leaned down and flicked his tongue on the tip of the erection, lightly, like a butterfly alighting and then flying off. Jason's body trembled as held the iron rings more tightly. The twins then tied each of Jason's ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving him naked and spread-eagled. "I could endure such torture through all of the night, my lusty shipmates, and never reveal my secret," said Jason, excitedly getting into the spirit of the play-acting. The boys looked into each others' eyes and smiled devilishly. Then they knelt down on either side of Jason's supine body, their mouths poised on either side of his adolescent cock, its head half-shrouded by foreskin. Jason's erection gave a little jerk as it was enveloped in hot breath. Then, as the helpless youth watched with growing arousal, each boy firmly grasped some loose cock skin between lip-covered teeth 3; pulling out and then moving their heads from side to side in unison. Jason's body tensed as he watched – and felt the pleasure of – his foreskin being drawn back and forth over the glans 3; guided by two small mouths. 'What sweet torture!' thought Jason to himself.

First paragraphs part 3 As the boys finished tying Jason's wrists and ankles with lengths of silk cloth, they stepped back to admire their handiwork. Their young master lay spread-eagled on the bed, his head and shoulders propped up on pillows, his adolescent cock gloriously erect with excited anticipation. Jason could not help but stare back at the naked twins – absolutely identical in all but hair length – their skin a uniform tan of rich butternut. The young boys' exotic beauty was strangely enhanced in Jason's mind by the unusual appearance of their immature cocks – shorn of foreskin during infancy, in the custom of the Semitic people of their long-departed homeland. "We must have a pirate name by which we will call you," said Dov. "How about 3; Jando?" exclaimed Danni. "Perfect! And we shall torture you, Jando, until you reveal the secret of the gold," said Dov, as he reached down and took Jason's hard cock in his hand. "Torture you thus until you beg for mercy and tell us where you have hidden the treasure." He leaned down and flicked his tongue in luscious circles around the top of the erection. Jason's body trembled slightly, and he tightly grabbed the iron rings to which his hands were tied. "I could endure such torture throughout the entire night, my lusty shipmates, and never reveal the secret," said Jason, getting into the spirit of the play-acting.

The boys glanced at each other and smiled as they knelt down on either side of Jason's supine body, their mouths poised on either side of his adolescent cockhead, which was partly shrouded by foreskin. As the helpless youth watched with growing arousal, each boy firmly grasped some of the loose cock skin between lip- covered teeth 3; pulling out and then moving their heads from side to side in unison. Jason gasped as his foreskin was vigorously drawn back and forth over the glans 3; as if the twins were two puppies playing with a toy.

Then they went to work with their tongues, licking at Jason's cock. Slow, wet, sloppy lapping 3; interspersed with quick, exciting flicks of their tongues and nibbles by their lips 3; moving simultaneously on each side of the youth's straining erection 3; teasing every surface of the slender 6-inch [15 cm] penis from tip to base. Their tongues frequently met as they were licking, and the twins were not hesitant to pleasure each other 3; but such distractions did not deter them in the least from their mission of pleasuring their young master. And as their lips and tongues aggressively pursued an ever-changing oral assault, Jason's body tensed with rising sexual tension.

"Ah, yes! Torture me harder!" gasped Jason with delight.

But instead of increasing their efforts, the boys stopped immediately, leaving Jason's cock visibly pulsing at maximum erection. As Danni sat beside Jason, running his hands lightly along the older boy's inner thighs and lower belly, Dov crossed the room and returned with a large try, which he set on a low table near the bedside. On the tray were several small clay jars of various shapes and designs. There was also a metal bowl, set above a flickering lamp flame that warmed the bowl's contents – a slippery aromatic oil. The boy touched his fingertip to the fluid, then licked it off. Satisfied, he dipped in a small wooden ladle and brought it over, poised a few inches above Jason's stiff cock

"Time to inflict some serious torture on the treacherous Jando," said Dov to his brother in a theatrical voice. Danni took the rigid phallus in both of his hands and pulled the foreskin down so that the cock-skin was stretched tight. He also brought the shaft upright as far as it would go. So tumescent was Jason's penis, however, that it could not be inclined more than 45 degrees from the youth's belly. As Dov tipped the ladle, warm oil dribbled onto the exposed cockhead. Jason flinched for a moment 3; the fluid was quite warm 3; but then he purred with pleasure as the oil covered his exposed glans and ran down the penis shaft onto Danni's fingers.

Danni began rubbing both his hands all over the shaft, spreading the warm oil over every surface of Jason's stiff penis. The last of the oil dripped from the ladle and Danni began a slow, firm, two-handed masturbation. Jason couldn't restrain himself from moaning out loud as Danni made a tunnel of both his hands, moving them down in a continuous motion – the lower hand switching to the top when it reached the base of Jason's straining cock. It felt to Jason as if his erection was penetrating a classmate's tight asshole, but it just kept going in 3; deeper and deeper.

Then Danni switched to a different stroke – with stimulation that was almost too intense. As his left hand slid down the slippery shaft at an agonizingly slow pace, the fingers and palm of his right hand gently twisted back and forth around the knob of his exposed glans. Danni's hand pulled away just long enough for a second ladle of warm lubricant to stream down, covering his cock and balls completely as the youngster returned to the slow, incredibly-stimulating stroke.

Dov had returned to the tray and took a small blue jar, extracting a bit of white paste on his fingertip. Kneeling beside Jason, he applied a thin coating to the teenager's nipples. Instantly, Jason felt a chill that hardened the nipples to stiff brown nubs 3; standing up from his chest and tingling from the mysterious substance that felt so cold. Dov began to pinch each nipple with his fingers – just as Danni increased the intensity of his masturbation strokes. Jason arched his back as his body tensed from the sudden increase in lust. Faster, harder 3; Danni's hand twisted in a back-and-forth circular motion on Jason's exposed glans. Meanwhile, Dov was pinching harder, twisting and pulling at the stiff little nipples. To his amazement the incredible pleasure in Jason's cock was being heightened by the painful abuse of his nipples.

Jason felt his seed building up, ready to burst. Yes! This would be an excellent cum. His teenage lust was attuned to quick orgasm, but he knew that he would shoot several loads of cum in the twins' asses and mouths before the night was done. He closed his eyes as his body prepared for the powerful climax.

"Yes! Faster! Yes, lads; just like that! Keep going! Ah, YES!"

But just as Jason felt the wave beginning to crest, ready to crash down, so close to release 3;

3; Nothing. His orgasm was stalled just before his seed would have spurted. Jason opened his eyes with a look of puzzlement and agitation. Dov had stopped the nipple torture and was sitting back on his heels. Danni was squeezing the base of Jason's cockhead – hard – with his thumb and forefinger, and then let go completely.

"Tell us, Jando," Dov whispered into Jason's ear. "Tell us on which island you have hidden the treasure. Tell us the location and we will give you a climax that will leave you utterly satisfied."

Jason's body was still straining with an incredible buildup of sexual tension. Beads of sweat covered him as he gripped the iron rings set into the wall behind him. His mind was awash in conflicting thoughts 'Gods! How I long for orgasm!' Jason thought to himself. 'I should end the game now and receive my pleasure from these slaveboys.' He would tell them the gold was on his favorite sandy beach on his home island of Delos. But he stopped himself before the words came out of his mouth. He should resist the urge, he decided. These boys are experts at the pleasure arts, and he had never felt such intense lust. He would wait and see what greater pleasures awaited. And besides, his pride would not allow him to be seen as weak – even by mere slaves – by forfeiting the game so early.

"Never will I reveal the secret!" said Jason in a boastful voice. "Torture me all that you wish, but I shall never tell!"

The twins looked into each other's eyes and grinned wickedly as they communicated with each through the special telepathy of identical twins – without uttering a sound – in planning their strategy.

"Then we must increase the intensity of our efforts, my treacherous shipmate!" said Dov, whispering ominously as he flicked the tip of his tongue into Jason's ear. Then he quickly shifted down so that his mouth was poised above Jason's erection. Looking up briefly to meet Jason's eyes, Dov proceeded to devour the erect cock, letting it slide along the roof of his small mouth and deep into his throat with one smooth motion. Jason's body was seized by the tensing of every muscle in his body as Dov's throat muscles stimulated his cockhead. Dov's lips moved up and down along only the bottom inch of cock shaft, just above Jason's sparse patch of pubic hair. After more than a minute, the boy's mouth glided half-way up the shaft so that he could breathe through his nose, then plunged down again.

Jason had just that morning received incredible oral service from Sohrab, the Persian eunuch who was butler to the household. But Dov's technique was every bit as skilled 3; far beyond anything he had experienced prior to this day. He writhed on the bed, straining against the bindings at his wrists and ankles, but his hips were held down by the weight of Dov's body.

'Gods! How long can the boy keep doing this?' thought Jason. He was beginning to lose track of the passage of time, and his body strained under the intense stimulation that remained just short of that needed for orgasm.

"The secret, Jando 3; and then my brother can show you all of his oral skills and give you sexual release such as you have never experienced." Danni was speaking even as Dov's throat muscles were rhythmically clenching and twisting around Jason's cockhead.

"No 3; I 3; agh! 3; I will not!"

With these words, Dov's mouth finally rose up off of Jason's pulsing erection. Danni walked over to the tray and dipped the ladle into the oil, which had been growing ever hotter above the flame. When he touched his finger to it, he pulled it away suddenly and blew on his fingertip to cool it off. Then he brought the ladle over so it was poised, as before, right over Jason's erection. Dov's fingers stretched down the foreskin and held open the small piss-slit.

Jason realized suddenly that he was about to be seriously injured by boiling oil on his body's most sensitive flesh and was just beginning to call out when the first drop landed. Jason flinched as a stab of heat shot through his penis. But then he realized that the oil, while quite hot, was not so scalding as Danni had pretended. Painful, but tolerable. A slow, deliberate sequence of tiny oil drops followed, landing on the glans and then in a trail down the shaft 3; each making Jason flinch but each heightening the erotic tension within his cock. Then, as the remainder of the hot oil began flowing in a steady stream, Dov's hand began to masturbate the penis with a slow, insistent stroke. With his other hand, Dov teased Jason's nipples, the brown nubs still stiff from the cooling potion that had been applied.

Danni refilled the ladle and this time poured a slow stream in a line up Jason's belly, making his abdominal muscles clench as hot oil filled his navel. Another ladleful 3; the first drop plinking down onto Jason's left nipple, stretch up in Dov's fingers 3; then his right nipple, likewise captured. As the flow increased, Dov stopped his masturbation strokes and used both hands to spread the oil all around Jason's chest and belly 3; his crotch and thighs. His massaging hands soothed Jason's over-heated flesh as they traveled up and down his torso, pausing every few moments to apply firm pumping strokes to his rigid penis. Then, without warning, both hands began pumping Jason's engorged penis 3; stroking it hard and fast 3; up and down the slippery shaft 3; faster 3; harder 3;

'YES! YES! Here it comes!' was the excited thought that raced through Jason's brain. 'Oh, YES! Just a few more strokes, and 3;. NO! Oh, Gods 3; the boy has stopped again! And I was so close! I feel that I'll go mad if I don't cum!'

As he gazed up into the eyes of his beautiful tormenter, Jason's thoughts were mired in the swirling mix of physical and mental sensations – overwhelmed by a pleasure so intense that it was turning to agony. The only sounds Jason could hear were his own ragged breathing and the pounding within his chest.

With a smile on his lips and an impish look in his eyes, Dov cocked his head to the side. "Will you relent, Jando so that we may end this torture?"

Yes! 3; yes 3;ye 3; "NO! I will not relent!" Jason turned away from Dov's gaze, lest he be tempted to change his mind. But the sight of the other twin – standing right beside the bed – served only to make his lust spike even higher. Danni's naked body now glistened with oil and glowed with the reflection of lamp-light as he seductively caressed his chest and stomach with one hand 3; gently masturbating his immature 3-inch [7½ cm] erection with the other. Then, wordlessly, the youngster climbed atop Jason's spread-eagled body 3; as oiled flesh slid against oiled flesh, and slippery stiff penises rubbing together. Jason's moan was instantly muffled by Danni's mouth, clamping down in a passionate kiss. The older boy craned his neck to kiss back hungrily, pushing his tongue between Danni's sucking lips.

'If I could only free my arms and legs to embrace him 3; to hug him tightly to my body 3; to roll him over and savagely fuck his slaveboy ass!'

As they kissed, Danni's oiled body slid all over Jason's 3; a dance of erotic stimulation unlike anything Jason had ever experienced. Jason felt that his penis was about burst as Danni insistently rubbed against it with his warm belly, his silky thighs, his ass, his crotch. Jason humped his hips up, desperate to drive his boner against Danni's sexy body 3; against Danni's stiff little cock 3; between Danni's well-lubricated ass cheeks.

Again, however, the build-up to orgasm was only a cruel tease 3; cut short just before climax as Danni slid up along Jason's torso, away from his cock. Jason's senses burned with his overwhelming desire for orgasm. His body twisted and strained, but there was no relief.

"Will you tell us, Jando? We will free your bonds and you can take me in any way you desire."

"Never!" Jason gasped. His pride would not allow him to yield. And he knew that only a little more of the boys' 'torture' would surely drive him over the edge into sweet, cum-spurting bliss 3;. If only they would get back to stimulating on his cock!

Straddling Jason's upper torso, Danni slid his crotch over Jason's chest, rubbing his erection against Jason's hard nipples. Then he scooted up further until his crotch was right above Jason's face. Then the thumb-like erection and dangling ball sack ever-so-briefly grazed against Jason's lips. The teenager's mind instantly burned with desire to suck the miniature penis 3; his mouth watered 3; he must have it! Jason opened his mouth and craned his neck up, heedless of the impropriety of sucking off a slave. But the loose sack and upraised little stiffy were just out of reach of Jason straining tongue and lips. Finally, Danni dipped his balls down to Jason's mouth, and the older boy greedily sucked at the bag of satin skin and the delicate marbles within. When Danni lifted his crotch up out of reach, Jason looked like a small child whose favorite toy had just been snatched.

Danni's body slid down so that he again rubbed his crotch on Jason's chest and kissed his mouth. But just as quickly, the beautiful circumcised erection was back up positioned right before Jason's face. Danni's fingertips pointed the reddish stalk downward so that it was aimed at Jason's mouth. Wordlessly, the older boy strained to take the boner between his lips. Danni leaned forward and lowered his body just a bit more 3; just barely within reach of Jason's mouth 3; and the slaveboy shivered slightly as Jason hungrily suckled the acorn-size cockhead like a baby as his mother's breast. Then Danni thrust his crotch forward, and his entire finger-length erection slid between Jason's lips. The older boy took it gratefully 3; worshiping the boy's penis with his lips and tongue 3; totally under the spell of the pure lust that had taken control of his will.

Danni was tempted to dwell on the pleasures he was now receiving from his master. But this was not about his pleasure 3; he was but a slave and he had work to do. He pulled his erection out of Jason's mouth 3; so quickly it made an audible pop. Shifting his oiled body back down Jason's torso, Danni looked back at his twin and spoke silently 3; with his eyes. Dov took hold of Jason's throbbing cock and held it in his hand as Danni slithered back against it.

With well-practiced teamwork, Dov aimed the adolescent cock as Danni slid back and flexed open the ring of muscle at the entrance of his love-channel. Drawing on years of practice in the art of pleasure-giving, Danni impaled himself fully on the oiled erection with one smooth motion. Jason was wonder-struck that a young boy could take his adult-length boner to the hilt with such smoothness and ease. Every other boy Jason had ever fucked needed at least a few moments to adjust to the entry. And though Danni had been fucked many times, he was as tight as any newly-arrived student at the Athenian Academy.

Instead of moving his ass up and down on Jason's cock in long strokes – which would have brought the teenager to orgasm within a very few thrusts – Danni moved only a bit and demonstrated his incredible muscle control 3; tightening himself around the shaft, then relaxing, then tightening again. He played Jason's lust as if it were a musical instrument, knowing exactly how it would react. Whenever he felt Jason's peak of arousal start to recede a bit, Danni would raise up ever so slowly 3; pulsing his anal muscle in contractions as he went 3; until only the cockhead remained inside the boy's hole. Then he would slide back down, achieving maximum penetration in a single fast thrust, but then staying completely still for long moments thereafter. All the while, Dov had Jason's ball sack in his hand 3; kneading, caressing, squeezing.

When Jason tried to thrust up with his hips, he found himself held down by Dov's knees on his thighs. He was helpless 3; and more totally aroused than he had ever been. Jason knew that only two good thrusts of his cock along the length of Danni's exquisitely tight rectum would bring him the orgasmic relief that he craved. But instead he was being tortured by endless erotic stimulation as he lingered tantalizingly at the edge.

Torture! Yes; now Jason understood the accuracy of the word. Compelled by his pride to persist, yet driven nearly insane by his lust. His brain silently wailed with frustration.

"You know you must spurt your seed, Jando. Tell us. Tell us where you have buried the treasure!" Said Danni as he again slid his ass up Jason's cock in slow motion.

"Agh! I 3; I 3; NO!" He was in agony, but he would not relent. Jason's mind was racing. Had he lasted very long at all? How did he compare with his mentor Timarcus? The twins had spoken of playing this game with other men 3; with mocking references to some as being unmanly in their lack of endurance. Jason couldn't bear the thought of displaying weakness in a test of manhood.

Danni was poised at the top, read to thrust his ass down onto Jason pole. But this time he lingered with only the cockhead captured inside his ass. And then Dov's hand reached around and began masturbating his brother's oiled erection with a thumb and two fingers. In addition to the visual stimulation as Jason watched the lascivious scene, the contractions of Danni's anal muscles increased with the youngster's rising pleasure. As Jason watched Danni's face scrunch up with boyish lust, and as his ears were filled with the lad's high-pitched sighs and cooing, the teenager felt the head of his cock being vibrated inside the tight trap of Danni's anus.

Jason knew that only a few quick up and down thrusts of the boy's ass would bring him relief from this erotic torture. But the boy's body remained poised above him. Jason could only watch in helpless jealousy as Danni moaned in the throes of a glorious dry orgasm under his brother's insistent stroking 3; his anal muscles spasming with pleasure around Jason's cockhead.

With panting breaths, Danni spoke. "Let me finish you as my brother has just finished me. Tell us!"

Jason closed his eyes tight and shook his head. He clenched his teeth together, not confident that he could even speak the words of defiance 3; not trusting his tongue to uphold his stubborn pride.

Danni rose up and Jason's cock popped out of the tight hole. Dov wiped the throbbing shaft gently with a damp cloth, then anointed it with a fresh coating of warm oil (no longer hot, as the flame had been extinguished). He then began yet another extended round of masturbation 3; firm one-handed strokes, timed just right to keep Jason poised on the edge. Sometimes a long sequence of single pumps, with a 10-second pause between each. Then five rapid strokes with nearly a minute of repose. And Dov's other hand played with Jason's balls, which were drawn up in a tight pouch 3; sometimes gently fondling, other times tightly squeezing.

Jason's mind was tormented by unrelieved arousal, buzzing with dozens of random thoughts and images 3; his body nearly levitating off the bed with built-up tension. Straining against the knots that held him, Jason was exhausted, yet the energy of lust kept surging through his body. Finally could take it no more.

"MAKE ME CUM!" he shouted. "I am your master, and I demand it!"

The boyslaves walked a fine line. After this was over, they would either be highly praised for their skills or severely whipped for their impertinence. Nearly any other slave in the City of Athens would have relented instantly to such a command, but Dov and Danni had perfected this game, with their master and with other men to whom Timarcus had lent their services for the night, and they were confident in their instincts.

"Do you hear what Jando bellows?" said Dov with a tone of incredulity. "He must be delirious with this talk of being our master. We are his torturers and he has the audacity to make demands!"

Danni tried to suppress a giggle. "Well, perhaps Jando is prepared to relent, then."

The only sound that came from Jason was a noise resembling the growling of a fierce dog. He shook his head to convey his refusal.

"What can we do to make Jando talk?" said Dov with feigned frustration 3; knowing full well what the next step would be. "He has lasted far longer that we ever expected."

"Perhaps we must 3;" began Danni.

"You mean 3;?"

"Yes; we have no choice!"

"Well, if you say so 3; but it will not be a pretty sight."

Jason's eyes followed Danni as he walked over to the tray of unguents. His finger dipped into a tiny red pot. "The Persian magi who concoct this particular potion call it sakht-alz-zuld. That means 'instant unrelenting lust'. We did not think we would need to resort to its use, Jando, but you have proven resistant to our other tortures."

As Danni came back to the bedside with a dab of red-colored ointment on his index finger, Dov held Jason's cock and spread open the piss slit, revealing the sensitive membrane within. Danni's finger brushed along the slit, depositing a small amount of the substance. Then Dov reached between Jason's wide-spread thighs and used his fingers to part the teenager's ass cheeks, exposing his hole. Danni spread some of the potion on the puckered pink flesh, then pushed into the hole as far as his first finger-joint. Twisting his fingertip just inside the asshole a few times, Danni pulled it out and wiped the finger on a damp cloth.

Jason's body reacted immediately. Warmth radiated from his cock and anus. A wave of indescribable pleasure rushed through his body as if carried by a flooding river. Jason closed his eyes and rode the wave for a few moments, though its intensity kept increasing, and he felt it overwhelming his senses. His cock felt as though it were as long as his forearm 3; the cockhead as big as his fist. Only by opening his eyes and looking down at his 6-inch [15 cm] penis was he convinced otherwise. Jason wanted to cum 3; he wanted it desperately. But then there were the incredible feelings emanating from within his ass 3;.

It was a sensation that Jason's brain couldn't decipher at first. Intensely sensual, yet demanding. Tingling. Pulsing. Insistent. An itch that must be scratched. But most of all, Jason realized, it was the feeling that he experience just before his ass was penetrated by a cock 3; the anticipation of being filled by an man's or youth's warm cock-flesh 3; yet magnified ten-fold. It was a compulsion to be fucked in the ass 3; fast, hard, and RIGHT NOW.

"Oh gods! I cannot stand it! I will die if I do not have relief. Make me cum! Fuck me! Stick your cock in me 3; PLEASE. No 3; your fingers 3;. Agh! 3; Fuck me with your FIST! Do it 3; PLEASE!"

"Oh, Jaaaan-dooo 3;. Tell us the seeee-cret" said Dov in a mocking sing-song voice.

"The secret? OH, GODS! 3; It's 3; it's 3; it's on the Isle of Delos 3; at the eastern edge of Poseidon's cove. Now DO IT!!"

Both boys immediately went to work. Dov grasped Jason's tight ball sack in one hand and began masturbating with the other in firm strokes. And even before Jason began revealing the meaningless 'secret', Danni had been preparing a strange-looking tool of intricately-carved wood. It was a glistening black length of solid ebony, carved so that it resembled a string of five round beads, strung on a slender rod of strong wood. The round protuberances were of progressively larger diameter, the smallest ball not much wider than the rod, the largest more than an inch. It appeared to Jason's fevered brain more a weapon than a pleasure toy, but he correctly guessed its purpose.

"Yes! Shove it in me!"

Kneeling between Jason's thighs, Danni positioned the round tip of the oiled dildo at Jason's anal opening. With barely a push, the first node slipped inside Jason's ass, and his anal muscle clenched around the narrow connection as the next ball pushed against the hole from the outside.

"Ahhh 3; Yes! More! Fuck me with it!"

But Danni was going to take it slowly. As the second ball was pushed in by Danni, his brother kept stroking the fiercely engorged erection. A larger ball was eased in 3; accompanied by a hard, full-hand masturbating stroke. The fourth ball entered, larger still. Jason's rectal craving was still screaming for more, and he growled with animal lust. The final ball – the largest – was eased past the anal entrance slowly, and now the teenager was babbling incoherently.

Danni twisted the toy expertly, pressing the side of a ball against Jason's prostate. At the same moment, Dov's masturbation technique changed – to the rapid fluttering of oiled thumb and forefinger on the glans. And the flood of orgasm, so long restrained, finally broke loose as a wave of cum now rushed headlong. And as the first pulse of fluid was hurled up the shaft, Danni pulled back on the tool, extracting the large ball back from the stretched anal opening 3; just as a spray of semen flew past Jason's head 3; some of it landing on the wall, some on his face and in his hair.

Dov's fluttering thumb and finger kept up their intense masturbation as the second wave of cum shot up onto Jason's chest, just as Danni pulled out the next protuberance of the dildo. Jason's senses were on fire 3; stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. A third and fourth spurt, only slightly diminished in force, accompanied the extraction of the next two balls.

Dov's hand slowed, and now all of his fingers were again wrapped around Jason's spasming cock, stroking with a firm grip. Up and down 3; slowly 3; more than Jason could bear. The tip of the carved dildo remained inside the teenager's ass, and his body was poised for one final burst of pleasure as it was withdrawn. But instead, Danni push in again – reinserting the next two balls – and twisted the toy so that the tip directly stimulated the prostate. Jason whimpered as Dov's churning hand drew forth the last spurt of cum 3; a blast almost equal to the first.

As Jason lay back on the bed, dazed and only semi-conscious, the twins quickly untied the restraints and massaged his wrists and ankles. Then they efficiently wiped the oil and sweat and cum from his body with soft cloths dipped in warm water scented with the juice of lemon fruit. They likewise cleaned themselves off and lay down on either side of their master, snuggling tightly against his body and caressing his torso lightly with their hands and nuzzling his face with their lips and soft cheeks.

"Did we please you, Master?" whispered Dov. "Can you forgive us for disobeying your order to stop?" The boy's hairless leg rubbed against Jason's inner thigh and he gently ran his hand along the teenager's chest.

"You played the game magnificently, Master!" whispered Danni in Jason's other ear and continued nuzzling Jason's cheek and neck.

"Yes, boys; you have pleased me. I have never known such intense pleasure! Though it may be some time before I am ready to experience such as that again! 3; And of course I forgive your calculated impertinence. It was essential to the game 3;. But tell me. Did I really hold out longer than the others that you have served? Even my mentor?"

Dov replied in a serious voice "Alas, as we said at the beginning of our play, we would never be indiscrete about our services 3; just as we will never speak to others about our just-concluded play with you. But our discretion does not constrain us from saying that you displayed an uncommon degree of manly endurance."

Danni added: "And we are very proud that you have allowed us to serve as your pleasure-slaves in our elder master's absence." Then each boy kissed Jason on the mouth and hugged him tightly as Jason enveloped them in his arms.

"What would please you now, Master? Sleep? More food and wine? To receive any pleasures from us that you desire?"

"Some wine. The night is still young 3;. I think!" added Jason with a grin. And, indeed, Jason had no concept of how long he had been their victim in torture. "For a start, it would entertain me to watch the two of you pleasuring one another as I consider how you will satisfy me next."

A few minutes later, Jason sat cross-legged on the bed, drinking deeply of the large goblet of wine. As he gazed at the twins, 3 feet [1 m] away at the foot of the bed, sucking each other's cocks in a constantly-shifting choreography of eroticism, Jason wondered which exquisite ass he would fuck first. But memories of the torture session kept creeping into his brain.

Had he really sucked a slave's cock? Yes 3; it was true. And the taboo thought made his mouth water as he closely watched the boyish erections slipping in and out of wet lips.

And had he truly asked these boyslaves to fuck him? Surely it was only the magic of the potion that had made him utter such a degrading request. He would never allow a slave – a young boy at that – to fuck his ass 3;. Would he?

The nerve endings in Jason's anus began to tingle 3;.

Chapter 4

From the looks on the faces of the four youths standing at the old man's side, you would think they did not view the occasion with such pleasure. To Jason they resembled nothing so much as a pack of wolves observing an isolated farm from the edge of the woods – noble of bearing, strong and lean, fiercely confident, yet instinctively wary. Jason half-expected to hear them growl at the two dozen Athenian boys who had gathered in the courtyard.

"I will assign each Spartan youth to one of you, that you may be his guide for the day," said the old man as he matched up boys more or less at random. Jason was pleased when he was chosen as a guide 3; and even more pleased to be assigned the most handsome and youngest-looking of the four adolescent boys.

"I am Jason, son of Cleon, of the island of Delos," he said, extending his hand.

"Demaratos; Spartan," said the boy brusquely. He added, in a slightly more civil tone: "Call me Dem." The lad took Jason's hand and squeezed it – very hard. Jason was surprised by the boy's strength, and by the rough skin of his hand – like the hand of a field worker. He almost flinched from the pain, but managed to keep a straight face. The Spartan boy was in the first bloom of puberty 3; his voice had not yet changed. And Jason found him wonderfully erotic. As was his habit, Jason immediately thought about the end of the school day when nearly all of the Academy boys participated in unabashed sexual activity. Might he be sharing pleasures with the Spartan youth this afternoon?

Dem proved to be whip-smart. He breezed through difficult problems in the mathematics class. And when the scroll was being passed around to read a section from the Iliad, Dem recited the passage of Homer's words from memory, while some of the Athenian boys relied on the written text in their declamations. But he was as terse in his conversations as the stereotype for all his countrymen, often responding to Jason's questions with single- word answers.

It was with great persistence that Jason received confirmation of the often-heard stories about a Spartan boy's upbringing. How at birth he was examined by a committee of elders who would order weak newborns to be placed on a hillside to die. That as a toddler he was trained never to cry or complain or fear being alone. And that at age 7 every boy left home to live in barracks, assigned to a 'herd' of similar-age boys who were – literally – whipped into shape by a barely-pubescent boy assigned to be their prefect. The prefect, in turn, was under the harsh authority of an older teenager. The boys slept in a heap, like puppies, on a bed of marsh rushes that they picked with their bare hands. They were underfed and encouraged to steal food from peasant farms. If caught, they would be severely whipped – not for stealing, but for being clumsy enough to be detected. Their games were of the most violent sort – often just crude tests of pain endurance. And boys were regularly sent out alone to the mountains for days at a time to fend for themselves. The brutality and deprivation of a Spartan's boyhood was designed for the single-minded goal of training him to be the ultimate soldier. Spartans remained in the barracks until age 30, after which they took a wife and sired a new generation of boys.

Jason was filled with a strange erotic fascination. He was now quite sure that he wanted to lie naked and share pleasures with this boy who was so inscrutable and fascinating 3; and ruggedly handsome. When Jason was describing the Academy's schedule to Dem, he was eager to observe the Spartan's reaction to hearing of the sexual activities that occurred after wrestling practice. Jason told Dem of the gentle seduction of younger boys by the older lads at the bathing pool, and about how companions went off to the privacy of the olive grove to exchange romantic words as they made love.

The description of the Athenian boys' courtly sexual rituals brought an uncharacteristic flow of words from the Spartan. "In our land," he said with pride tinged with scorn, "the strong boys take their pleasure by force from the weak. They would never ask; only demand 3; and fight if necessary to satisfy their sexual urges. The weak submit 3; but they pledge themselves to be stronger the next time. Your soft games of seduction, Athenian, would be the laughing-stock of my herd. The lust of Spartan boys is never an expression of love; it is just another way to prepare ourselves for war." Jason could have taken the statement as a rebuke, but instead he felt a shiver of excitement, and his cock stiffened at the thought of a sexual encounter with this rough and mysterious outlander.

At the beginning of wrestling practice, all of the students stripped nude in the Greek custom. Jason glanced at Dem's genitals and was well-pleased by their beauty. He had a well- proportioned cock 4 inches [10 cm] in repose and slightly thicker than Jason's thumb, with an attractive short foreskin that barely allowed the little piss-slit to peek out, and nicely dangling balls. Jason was also fascinated by Dem's pubic hair – a dozen dark sprigs at the very base of his cock, suggesting that they had first sprouted only recently. But when Dem turned around to walk into the arena, Jason was shocked to see numerous scars across his back and buttocks. Jason had seen such marks on the backs of slaves back home on Delos – evidence of firm discipline by an owner or overseer. He recalled the time, some years prior, when he had watched the overseer on the family's estate whip a returned runaway, with such intensity that the flesh on the man's back was criss-crossed with bleeding wounds.

Like any boy, Jason had himself experienced a leather strap on his naked butt when he was disobedient to his father, but never so harshly as to leave scars.

It was unthinkable that Dem had ever been a slave. Could his father's harsh discipline have caused such marks on his back?

Dem was paired with Jason for the practice, even though Jason outweighed the Spartan. In fact, Dem looked at first glance to be downright scrawny – as underfed as a peasant boy from the shanties outside the city walls of Athens. But despite his slender build it became instantly clear that Dem was quite strong, with wiry muscles and stealthy speed. Jason was also rather strong and quick, and his added weight made the two boys an even match.

Whenever the activity in the practice flagged a bit – for the instructor to talk or the whole group to watch a pair of boys demonstrate a move – Jason's hormone-driven thoughts turned to sex. The feel of Dem's taut body and the sight of his attractive cock and dangling balls fed Jason's desire to pursue a sexual get-together with the Spartan. Jason wondered how he should broach the question.

The last part of wrestling practice consisted of several minutes of full-strength scrimmage by the pairs of boys. Starting from the standing position, Jason and Dem circled each other warily, looking for an opening. Jason used the trickery and psychology that he had learned from his wrestling master to make Dem fall into a trap, as Jason dipped under his grasp and slipping behind the Spartan. With his arms wrapped around Dem's torso, Jason knocked the boy's feet out from under him, sending both of them thudding to the ground, Jason on top. But as Jason worked for a means to turn his opponent onto his back, Dem had tricks of his own and was quick to turn the tables, using a sit-out move that left Jason face-down in the dirt with the Spartan atop. Jason moved just as quickly, however, scrambling to his knees and using the momentum his opponent's pressure to roll both of their bodies and regain the top position.

Both boys were working at full exertion, using finely-honed skill as well as strength, as the advantage traded back and forth. Three fast-moving minutes into the match, Jason found himself pressed to the ground by nothing more than a sharp elbow, driven into the center of his back by the leveraged weight of Dem's body. At the same time, Dem was using both his hands to pry Jason's left arm up and force it behind his back. With his arm thus captured, Jason was defeated – not to mention helpless and in pain – and he stopped struggling. All around them, other pairs continued to wrestle. Dem was now astraddle Jason's haunches, his crotch pressing against the crack of Jason's ass. He leaned down, his mouth close to Jason's ear.

"Do you submit to me, Athenian?" he hissed, nudging the youth's arm further up between his shoulder blades.

"Agh! Yes! I submit! You're breaking my arm off!" gasped Jason in a hoarse pleading whisper.

But Dem did not release Jason's arm immediately. He spoke again, still in quiet but threatening tones. "In Sparta, when a youth is defeated in a match, he understands that he must then satisfy the lust of the victor. You don't know our ways, so I must demand that you swear you will submit to being fucked." Dem inclined the arm even higher up Jason's back

"I swear it!! I swear by the goddess Athena that I will do anything you require!" Dem let go of the Jason's wrist, and the Athenian breathed a sigh of relief. Though he was embarrassed at his defeat by the Spartan, Jason couldn't help thinking to himself that things were actually working out rather nicely. And as both boys rose to their feet, Jason was additionally pleased to see Dem's cock standing nobly erect. Six inches [15 cm] of slender adolescent phallus, with the purple glans protruding from the cover of foreskin. The Spartan was justifiably proud of his manhood and made no effort to hide it 3; no different from any of the other boys here. The wrestling master had called an end to the scrimmage, and some of the boys where already jacking themselves hard for the ritual of sexual pairing that began as the group made its way down to the bathing pool to wash away their sweat and the dust of the arena.

As the crowd of boys walked along the broad pathway, all still naked and holding their linen tunics, Dem said "Show me this olive grove of which you spoke. My cock desires its reward."

"Don't you wish to go to the bathing pools first?"

"Bathing pool?! A Spartan washes his body with a vigorous swim in cold water; we do not lounge in a pool like effeminate Persians. I swam in the sea at dawn this morning, so my sweat and dust are of recent vintage 3;. Does the scent of a wrestler offend you, Athenian?"

Jason blushed. In fact, as they had wrestled Jason had been powerfully aroused by the adolescent musk of Dem's body. He did not answer the question. "The grove is this way," he said. "We will be the first ones there and have our pick of the best locations."

Jason led Dem up to the crest of the hill. Part-way up, he placed a small branch across the path – a signal to later-arriving boys that the most secluded and desirable spot was already taken. Standing face-to-face in a clearing at the top, the teenagers both sported rigid erections that arched toward their bellies. Jason felt short of breath, his heart thumping in his chest as he awaited Dem's orders 3; ready to experience the heady taboo thrill of being sexually subservient to a younger boy.

"Suck me, Athenian. Wet my cock with your spit before I penetrate your ass."

Jason dropped to his knees in front of Dem. His hand reached up to the boy's cock and pulled the foreskin down to fully reveal the slender cockhead. Then he hungrily took the hot flesh between his lips, slathering it with his tongue, tasting the rich earthy essence of the 14-year-old's unwashed penis.

"That's good," murmured the Spartan. "Now let's see if you can take it 3; DEEP!" and he grabbed Jason's head with both hands and thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into the helpless youth's throat.

Jason gagged at the intrusion, but successfully fought off the urge to retch. With all his willpower, Jason passively allowed Dem to fuck his throat with quick, brutal thrusts. When the Spartan pulled away after a few minutes, he was breathing hard and red-faced with arousal.

"Now get up and offer me your ass, Athenian. Grab that low branch. You best hold tight as I intend to fuck you hard and fast."

Jason leaned over, spreading his feet, bending his legs, and looking down at the ground 3; waiting for Dem's cock to enter his body. Inwardly, he reveled in the excitement of sexual submission to the tough young Spartan, though of course he could not express such a humiliating perversion.

Dem's warning had been no idle jest. He positioned himself behind Jason's proffered ass and pushed in hard, with no concern for the pain it would cause. Though Jason tried to open his anal muscle to the thrusting phallus, the assault felt like red-hot iron searing his asshole. And there was no pause when Dem's hard thrust rammed his erection all the way to the hilt. He grabbed Jason's hip bones and fucked with rapid piston strokes, in and out of the teenager's inflamed rectum.

Jason clenched his teeth and grasped tightly to the tree branch. He was determined to take whatever Dem could give, and take it without a whimper. But as the brutal fucking progressed, something surprising happened 3; the burning pain diminished, replaced by the familiar warm fullness and intense erotic stimulation that Jason felt whenever a fellow student at the Academy made love to him. He was being fucked with savagery, but he was loving it! With each thrust of the Spartan's adolescent cock, Jason's senses were moving to a higher level of arousal. He looked between his legs at his own cock, and it was hard 3; bobbing up and down in time with his swaying ball sack as Dem pounded into his ass.

Jason could hear Dem's breath growing ragged. No words came from the Spartan boy's lips, and no cries of lust. But Jason could now hear almost noiseless grunts each time Dem's cock was rammed home. The fuck-strokes came even harder and faster. And then, with a gasp, Dem orgasmed intensely, pulsing his hot cum into Jason's rectum. Jason gloried in the feeling produced by the spasming cock inside his body, and he clenched his ass-muscle tightly around it. After a few more residual thrusts, accompanying the last cum-spurts, Dem pulled away and Jason stood up straight.

"You took it well 3; Jason," said Dem, using Jason's name for the first time that day, and giving his back a good-natured slap. "So stoicly did you accept your obligation that one might mistake you for a Spartan." This was among the highest compliments he could have bestowed, and as he sat in the grass beneath a tree, he pulled Jason down by the arm to sit next to him.

"In my herd, when a defeated opponent takes a fuck with stoicism, the victor shows admiration by drawing forth the boy's seed with hand strokes. Would you object if I honored you thus?"

"Uh 3; no! Of course not! I would gladly accept the honor, Dem." As he said the words, Jason was thinking that he would be honored even more if the Spartan were his bed partner that night. But he kept that thought to himself as Dem knelt beside him, taking Jason's penis in one hand and his balls in the other. With the same serious determination that seemed to accompany every task he pursued, Dem commenced a skillful masturbation, exhibiting a deft touch and a willingness to make the session last longer than the typical quick jack-off.

As Dem pleasured him, Jason longed to hug and caress the boy with affection 3; to lay with him in the grass and kiss, just as he did with his school friends. But he knew that such a suggestion would offend the Spartan, so he refrained. Instead, he closed his eyes and let his body ride the wave of pleasure that flowed beneath Dem's stroking hand. As Jason's breath quickened and his muscles tensed and his toes curled, he broke the silence.

"Oh, Gods, YES! Here it cums!"

And ropes of semen burst forth, at quickly-pulsing intervals, leaving pearly puddles scattered over Jason's chest and belly, as well as on Dem's stroking hand. As Dem sat back down and wiped the cum off his hand onto the grass, Jason used his tunic to clean his torso. "That was good, Dem. Thanks."

"Do not thank me. I was merely upholding tradition."

But Jason thought he could tell, from the look in Dem's eyes, that a connection of friendhip had been made.

"I have a personal question for you Dem, if I may be intrusive," said Jason after they had sat quietly in the afternoon sun for several minutes."

"Ask. I have no secrets."

"The scars on your back 3; are they from your father's discipline?"

To Jason's surprise, Dem began laughing – another first that day from the serious-minded Spartan.

"Forgive me, Jason. I do not mean to be rude. But I thought you knew about the training of Spartan boys. The scars are the badge I wear of my ability to bear pain 3; of my suitability to be a warrior. Last year, at the festival of the goddess Artemis, I was allowed to participate in the whipping ceremony for the first time. I lasted more than 20 minutes before I passed out, and even won praise from the elder of our two kings. My comrades and I often whip each other in friendly competition. The ability to accept the harshest whipping is a key element of our culture. And we are not raised by our fathers. We are raised by all Spartan men, and can expect to be disciplined by any man or older boy if he finds our conduct deficient.

"When a boy joins a herd at age 7, his first welcome is a whipping by his prefect. Not too severely, of course, just an introduction. He is made aware from that first day that he is no longer a child under his mother's protection 3; he is a soldier- in-training. Any lapse in discipline results in a whipping. Any deficiencies in learning 3; a whipping. Our food ration is one bowl of gruel a day; anything else must be stolen, but if you are caught stealing, the whipping is especially harsh.

"If a boy takes his whipping well, he is respected by the herd and by his prefect. If he takes it poorly, with crying and groveling, he is disgraced and invites humiliation. In my herd, a boy who could not take a whipping well was immediately fucked in the ass by the prefect, and was then required to suck off each of the other boys in the herd, under the threat of further whipping. There were nine other boys in my herd, and I'm proud to say that I never had to suck them all off. That's not to say the prefect never fucked me that first year, however. In spite of the fact that I accepted my whippings in silence, the prefect sometimes ordered me to sleep with him, and he used me to satisfy his lust during the night. Until one night, I answered his demand with a kick in his balls and a fist to his nose that drew forth blood. Not bad for a 7-year-old against a 13-year-old, huh? 3;. Of course, he proceeded to beat me unconscious with his fists. But when I was revived he congratulated me for my warrior spirit, and he never again fucked me or made me take his cock in my mouth.

"I don't imagine an Athenian would ever understand our Spartan ways, Jason. We welcome pain the way Athenians welcome their luxuries. I'll wager that no boy at this Academy could take even 25 good lashes on his back, something a Spartan 10-year-old could accept with barely a blink."

Jason spoke immediately, in defense of his peers and in the excitement of the challenge. "I'll take that wager, Dem. Give me 25 of your best, and I'll show you what an Athenian boy can take. Back at the Academy building, there's a 5-tailed cat that schoolmasters may use on unruly students. Let's go." And Jason jumped to his feet and extended a hand to help Dem up.

Dem had a bemused smile on his face as he and Jason grasped each other's forearm and he hopped up. "And what shall be the prize, Jason? How about if you can take the 25 strokes in silence, you may have your way with me however you choose. If you cry out, I'll have you suck off my cock at the center of the wrestling arena, to be watched by anyone passing by."

"It's a bet!" said Jason, pumped with energy.

The two made their way down the hill, passing a pair of boys casually loitering beside the trail who immediately headed up the path to claim the favored spot for private sexual coupling.

When they got to the brick building where classes were held earlier in the day, Jason got the whip from its hook on the wall. It had five 2-foot-long tails of finely braided leather, each strand knotted at the end, attached to a leather-covered handle.

"Yes, this will do," said Dem. "Hands against the wall."

Jason was still naked, as was Dem. He leaned forward and rested his palms against the cool wall at head-height and braced himself for what was coming. The whistling air advertised the first stroke a split-second before it hit.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

The pain did not really register at first, but Jason knew from experience that it quickly would.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

Jason's felt all five strands rake across his back.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

Intense pain was now radiating from his back.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

Jason clenched his teeth and concentrated on breathing evenly.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

'I must send my thoughts elsewhere. Think of something other than the pain' he told himself.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

Jason focused his thoughts on the memories of Dov and Danni, the twin 12-year-old boyslaves at his mentor's villa, and the pleasures he had experienced with them in the nights since his mentor had been away.

SWISH 3; SLAP!

He struggled to keep his mind focused on sexual thoughts, instead of the severe lashing that was stinging his back like a nest-full of angry hornets. He concentrated on the events of his first night with the two pleasure slaves, when they had stimulated him for over an hour before finally bringing forth his orgasm.

Again and again the whip sang through the air and landed on Jason's bare back, a new blow striking every 10 seconds or so. But still he willed his brain to concentrate on thoughts of the most intense pleasure.

Dem had counted silently to himself, and when he delivered the last stroke, he walked over to the wall and hung up the whip. Jason was still in his self-induced trance, and he barely heard Dem's words. "Well done, Athenian!" Jason slowly turned around and tried to clear his mind. That's when the full extent of the pain hit him, and he suddenly felt faint. Dem saw that he was about to collapse and caught him under the arms and held him up, as Jason instinctively wrapped his arms around Dem's neck.

"Strength, Jason. You took it like a true Spartan. Don't pass out on me now and spoil it."

As Jason cleared his head, his back was throbbing with pain, but it seemed to be waning rather than increasing. He was leaning against Dem's body, and it felt good. When he felt Dem's hand slip down and take hold of his penis, Jason realized he had a stiff erection.

"I see, Athenian, that you use the same strategy to block out the pain that I use. Either that, or you are thinking ahead to the payment of our wager."

Jason grinned despite the pain. "Perhaps both of your guesses are correct, my Spartan friend. But no matter what my arousal suggests, I guarantee that I do not love the kiss of the lash as you and your countrymen seem to."

"To each his own, Jason. Now, how would you have me pay my wager?"

Jason thought for a moment and decided to ask for what he really desired. "I would have you ask the permission of the men with whom you travel that you spend the night at my villa." Jason explained the circumstances of how he had become the temporary master of one of the great houses of Athens. Dem listened and then nodded his head.

"The purpose of our trip is to learn about your Athenian ways. I will ask my leaders, and I believe they will consent."

And so they did, after consulting with the director of the Academy to verify Jason's claim to being master of the house in which Dem would spend the night.

As Dem was consulting with his leaders, Jason had gone to the Academy's infirmary, where the attendant applied to his back a healing salve imported from Egypt, having remarkable currative powers. The pain disappeared almost completely, replaced by a slight throbbing warmth. The salve could do nothing, however, for the many angry welts that lay in stripes across Jason's back.

When Jason met back up with Dem, the Spartan said "My leaders have allowed me to spend the night in your villa and have instructed me to conduct myself as if I were an Athenian 3; difficult as that may be." Dem didn't mention the additional words of the eldest Spartan in his group: "All the better that you may know the ways of these Athenians, for I am certain that one day our city and theirs will be at war."

Jason beamed with joy at the news, and his mind raced with ideas for nighttime fun. He decided to begin with a quick session of pleasure before they left the Academy.

"Well then, Dem; since you are now an Athenian youth, may we share kisses for a while?"

"I would never 3;" he began with haughty bluster, but witched to a gentler tone "uh 3; I mean, Spartans do not kiss. It is unmanly." Jason could see an uncharacteristic blush sweep over the boy's cheeks as Dem added, almost in a whisper "But I have heard about kissing, and 3; perhaps I have wondered on occasion what it is like."

Jason thought he detected, hidden deep beneath the tough Spartan shell, a gentle boy in need of the tender love that Athenians so easily shared with each other. He moved close to Dem, wrapping his arms around the boy in a gentle embrace. The Spartan stood awkwardly with his arms at his sides.

"Put your arms around my neck," whispered Jason in Dem's ear. Their bodies pressed close together. Jason's lips brushed against Dem's, then pressed lightly against Dem's mouth. But Dem did not kiss back, and the Spartan looked bewildered.

"Could you 3; will you teach me to do these things, Jason?" asked Dem, almost shyly 3;. "Please?"

"Just follow my lead, and then do what comes naturally."

And this time, when Jason pressed his lips to Dem's, the Spartan pressed back. Jason flicked his tongue lightly across Dem's mouth and was rewarded with the feeling of the younger boy's tongue responding in kind. And Jason heard what sounded like a sigh of pleasure as their tongues gradually merged in hot, wet desire.

Dem was a fast and eager learner as the two boys clung together in passionate embrace. Jason noted with pleasure how the Spartan was taking the initiative with his tongue, probing hungrily into Jason's mouth. Dem's hands moved from Jason's neck to his ass, pulling their crotches even closer as their erections slid sensuously together. No words were exchanged, but the sounds of eager passion echoed off the walls of the empty room in with they stood.

Dem's hand slid between their bodies, and he grasped Jason's rigid penis, sliding the foreskin up and down over the cockhead. Jason's hand immediately followed suit, and the two boys were jacking each other with rising lust as their tongues continued to duel. In a chorus of ecstatic moans, both of them shot their bursts of seed onto each other's belly. The semen mingled as they pressed their bodies close and continued to kiss.

As the mutually-felt adolescent lust slowly waned, Jason held his new friend close and whispered in his ear. "Tonight I will show you the pleasures of being served by a skilled boyslave. Or in our case, two twin boyslaves with extraordinary talent and creativity."

The End