Of Greeks and men..new SRP looking for players

[TransJason]

Story of the love between a Greek general and his young trainee warrior as was traditional between Greek men and youths.

Tomas a youth of 18...was a slave but freed
Dark black hair
Blue eyes
5ft 10
Lean and fit
Has worked for the family since he could walk
Chosen as the Generals new "boy"

Aeschlyus...as handsome as a living god
warrior and has won many wars
40 years old and near retirement, so he can go to his family
He chose Tomas for his beauty, bravery and strength
He likes to dominate, but exects at some point the youth will gain his confidence and there will be a switch.

they are training at a militart camp. They have private quarters, and the General is wealthy.

Further ideas welcome...

Please come a join me...there can be other characrters, maybe an orgy etc or a picnic with lots of the men..

 

[Armphid]

I would be interested in this. It's a great idea and one I never thought I'd see here on Lit.

I'd love to play Tomas, with your permission.

 

[TransJason]

Please do..!

Maybe it would be good your start it off from his perspective..as an ex slave now a freeman, yet bound by loyalty and family to the General who has taken him under his wing.

 

[Armphid]

Great! Thank you for allowing me to be part of this.

Do you want me to start off by posting in this thread, but with an IC marker?

 

[TransJason]

Yes thats a good idea...

By the way i am in the UK so the thread might have a few gaps re time differences if you are in another part of the world...

Anyhow..cant wait to start...have you read the books by Mary Renault, she wrote the most amazing factual novels about Greek life, never hiding the homosexual side.

In reality the youth would have been about 14 or so, but he will have to be 18 for this thread. Its how they learnt to be men.

 

[Armphid]

(OCC: No, I haven't read the books by Renault. I may have to look them up now though, it sounds like they're good from a historical perspective)

IC

Tomas

Tomas had risen before the dawn, well accustomed to rising early to tend to the needs of the family. So much needed done before they rose, he had often wondered if any of them appreciated, or even knew, of how much work was done before they rose. Such thoughts were best left behind. Those were the thoughts of Tomas the slave. Tomas the free man, soldier in training under Aeschlyus should have his thoughts on greater matters.

The chill mountain air felt different than it had on any other morning. The temperature was no different, and this military camp smelled the same as any other he had been in. In truth, it was not the air that was different. He was different. Today he breathed as a free man.

There was more than even that though. This day marked the beginning if his training with the most famous of warriors, the victor of battles and lord of the battle cry, Aeschlyus. The greatest general of his time, famous and wealthy, had chosen Tomas to be his boy, to learn at his feet. He had thought such honor impossible for one so lowly, born a slave, serving the family his entire life. Yet he had been freed and that same day, his new fate decided. His joy had almost burst his heart, and he had spent hours offering prayers of thanks to the gods.

The general. What a man he was! Surely there had never been another of such prowess and might, of such keen wits, of such brawny thews and handsome features. He was like a god walking the earth. Tomas had always been glad to serve the general and his family, gazing on this most praiseworthy of men from afar. His face was strong but beautiful, his eyes stern and wise, his hands large and strong. His voice could roar like thunder or whisper like a dying breeze, but always carried undeniable authority and majesty.

As he thought of his mentor, the sun began to rise. His short curly locks of jet hair were ruffled by the morning breeze, his unshaved face so handsome as to be pretty. His body was tight whipcord muscle, remarkably strong despite his lean build. He was fast and nimble, moving with natural grace toward the general's quarters. He was dressed in a simple, loose, white tunic, falling to mid-thigh, his sandals laces twining up to just below his knees. Simple as they were, he had never had clothes so fine.

He stopped at the threshold of the general's massive tent, kneeling onone knee. He'd been told to come at this time, and present himself. Tomas stared ahead, an unsteady feeling in his stomach suddenly rising. Yet when he spoke, his clear tenor was strong and unbroken. "I have come, General, as you commanded." "Most humbly and eagerly do I await your orders."

 

[TransJason]

Another day dawned. I am an old man, tired and war stained. I will retire in a few years and finally relax with my family, walk the fields, smell the seet air, and talk and drink with the other men to while away the hours. I will probably go mad ! I laughed inwardly. No more likley I will stay on as a tutor of Arms and strategy and be advisor to the new young worriors. But first my last task was to train Tomas.
He was a beautiful a, strong, intelligent young man. I had seen him when I returned between campaigns and my wife had written to me of him. He gained his freedom due to his courage when an earthquake hit the house, and he saved the lives of my wife, her mother, father and my 2 young children, not to mention many slaves.
that was a year ago, and he had help rebuild and look after averyone with such a kind heart and eargeness that when I return my wife and I decided he deserved his freedom, and gave it to him and his elderly mother our laundress, she begged to stay at her work and we promesed that she could as long as she wished to and have a little money.
I then offered this handsome youth my protection and for him to come and jion me as my new "youth" my apprentcie at arms.
The job was simple, he was to live with me and look after me as a servant and I in return would teaqch him the ways of manliness and the art of a worrior.
I had called for him to attend me this morning, his first job was to wash me. The training camp, was situated outside the city, near the sea, half tent city half, training grounds, baths and private quarters.
I prefered to live in a tent, it felt natural for me now, and I had a prtable bath, that was sittingready, filled with hot water and oils.The smell of cedar and sandalwood filled the air. He was not to do the jobs of a slave now, no water carrying but that of a young master. First he looked after my body, then he would eat with me, and then training in the noble arts of battle, of mathematics, rhetoric and strategy. he would take lessons from some of the greatest scholars of the day, and I prayed to the gods that I had chosen my successor wisely.
I had no sosn but daughters, who I loved but they could not follow me, this beautiful youth was my last hope. I had had others of course, but only one man survived from battles, and he no longer a warrior as his injuries now stopped him. He was teacher of strategy as I would become. A powerful man in his late 20's now, battle scarred but still to me as this one beautiful in heart and kindness of spirit.
I heard Tomas come in, and saw him kneel waiting for my order.
"come forward and see your new home, this were you will be living from now on, with me...I hope will be happy, and I also hope you will show yourself to be worthy of such an honour !..come.." he scuttled forward and kneeled at my feet. "get up off the floor and stand before me and let me gaze on you...I hope I have made a good choice" I sat naked on my divan, light curls of hair on my chest, a well trimmed beard, my grey locks falling around my shoulders,I was said to be hansome, I knew I was well built, strong and a good athlete, when younger I would compare my toned body to that of the stautues of the gods, and believe myself to eb theoir son,or at least blessed by them in body and fighting ability.
For my age I locked good still, strong thighs and arms, all scarred now with battle wounds healed over of 20 years of battle.
He stood up and I tugged at his tunic "take it off let me see you, man to man body to body, you will train naked so get used to it !" He did as I oredered and I almost gasped. He was beautiful, lean, but stroingly muscled, his chest broad for his age and still smooth.I ran my hands over his chest, over his arms, his belly, thighs and then caressed his manhood. It pulsed in my hands and I grinned uo at him. I took his hands and let him do the same , running them over my body to rest on my manhood.
"this is the source of life and the energy of man, feel its heat, its life and its power...its indicates your health and your vitality. I promise to teach you many arts ths being the core of your energy as a warrior and a man"
I stood and let go my hold as he now was erect as I was. I hugged him to me. "may the gods bless you as I have been...now wash me and then we will breakfast"

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

He had looked up as the general spoke, and his eyes widened. Tomas had seen him and been in his presence many times, but never before had he seen him naked. This truly was a man! His broad shoulders and strong arms still bulged with battle forged muscle, his chest was tone and showed little of age but a few scars and the grey of his hairs and his legs were thick and mighty. Between them hung his manhood, long and thick, as magnificent as the man to whom it belonged.

He called me forward, and I silently obeyed, not yet certain how I should speak to or address this kingly man. "Get up off the floor and stand before me and let me gaze on you...I hope I have made a good choice"

I stood and nodded, "I will not fail you, and should I do so it will be only the cruel shears of Atropos that make it so," I said, softly but with conviction. I had sworn to the gods that only death would take me from his service, or make me a disappointment to him.

The general seemed pleased with my response, but then tugged at the hem of my tunic. "Take it off let me see you, man to man, body to body, you will train naked so get used to it !" I undid my belt and let if fall, pulling my tunic over my head. His eyes watched me closely, and as I bared myself before him, they seemed to sparkle with approval. His firm hands reached out and touched my skin, hairless still and smooth beneath his strong, rough fingers. They ran over my body, inspecting what I had created from long hours of work and toil. Lastly, his hands caressed my manhood.

I bit down on my tongue to keep from moaning, and my member became alive in his hands. He released it, taking my hands in his own and guiding them over his own form. He was so strong, his skin firm and weathered but warm and inviting, the fine curls of his chest hair softening his hard muscle. Then he brought my hands to his swelling phallus. Hot and hard it was in my hands, seeming to throb from the power it held within. It was heavy and rigid, and I found myself entranced my its feel and strength. "This is the source of life and the energy of man, feel its heat, its life and its power...its indicates your health and your vitality. I promise to teach you many arts, this being the core of your energy as a warrior and a man." I was too stunned to speak, simply nodding my understanding. My own member had swollen to full length, proudly jutting out in the air.

He embraced me, and I reluctantly released his shaft to return the embrace, as a man should. The strength in his arms was amazing, and as our bodies came together, I found myself in new admiration for the general.

He stepped over to his portable bath, stepping into the water. The scent of sandalwood filled my nose as I followed, ready for my first act as his youth. I filled a vessal with the oil and mineral laden water, then lifted and poured it out over his broad back, his brawny chest. Twice more I filled and emptied it, until the water gleamed as it covered him. I then dipped a fine cloth in the still hot water, letting it soak for a moment before lifting it to clean him. I started with his back, rubbing gently but firmly along the lines of his muscles, massaging his mighty form. Down along and under his arms, across his hairy chest, my clever hands explored with the wet cloth, cleaning and soothing. I wet it once more and knelt down to wash his calves, marveling at how unyielding and firm his body was, up to his thick and meaty thighs, washing every inch of him with care.

Then I came to that part which I felt a nervous anticipation for. His heavy phallus was at level with my eyes, and I felt both allured and daunted by it. Wetting the cloth a third time, I let my hands caress its length, then dip beneath to rub and roll the weight of his scrotum. I moved the cloth further back, one hand still holding his manhood, being careful to softly cleanse his taint. Then I moved back to his prick, cleaning it with long, slow strokes. "I hope that I am doing this properly, sir." I knew not how I should speak to him now, but had heard others address him this way. "Does it please you?"

 

[TransJason]

The bath was waiting and I enter it with a sigh, letting the boy soak me with the aromatic water, I shut my eys and let him wash my body relaxing as he massaged my muscles, over my back and shoulders, arms, he felt a little nervous but as he exploerd me bacome braver and by the time he caressed my phallus, I knew he was mine.He asked me if he was doing the right thing and I grunted approval. I was enjoying this rocess too much and my breathing was slow and relaxed.

Still with my eys shut I said " come closer to me, stand besdie me.." I ran my hand over his stomach and slowly folder my fingers around his hard cock, he stopped "why stop do you not wish to finish your duties, are you lazy !" I growled. He began to stroke my hard memeber again and we began to find a rythm as the oils permeated our nostrils and bodies.

Slowly I opened my eys to see him before me, he was breath taking, as I suppoes I must have been to my mentor all those years ago.

I stood slowly and he released him, so that he could use the scarifyer to scra the dead skin from my body. While he concentrated on this chore he still stayed as hard as obsidian. I took him in wiyh my eyes savoouring his youthful masculinity and innocence of war and life.

Finally he washed me down with clear cool watre and I stood infront of the boy, in my pride and nakedness.

"kneel down," I said softly "have you ever tasted the strength of a man, felt his essence within you, drank his power..?" he shock his head. "then you will today, " my erct phallus was infront of his sensual lips, his nose gently brushed against it and he smiled as a child with his toy "take it in you mouth and taste" he did as instructed and gently nervously licked the head and took it in his mouth, "suck as the bee the honey," he had his eyes closed and sucked at the tip sending waves of please down my spine, I steady myself , by hold his head, his hair soft folling in culrs around my gnarld hand, youth and age.

I began to push it slowly further into his mouth, he coughed and we stopped "you must learn to swollow it as if you were swollowing a piece of succulent melon, sliding down your throat, it takes time to learn these things, you must relax and imagine you are swollowing hard, then it is not difficult, here, this will help." I pulled a table with fruit juices and wine over, and gave him some juice to drink from my goblet, he looked shocked."what is mine is yours young man, you are no longer a slave and you will eat, live and drink from my plate now !" he took the goblet and drank deeply, then replaced it,, I grabbed his head and immediatly thrust down his throat, the juice had relaxed the muscles and he looked uo in amazment, "your see it not impossible or painful" I throat fuck the lad for many minutes until I felt my ecrotum contract" receiv ethe blessing of man and god" I roared and cum sourted down the boys throat as I plunged deep into him. A look of wonder filled hie eyes, as I locked gaze with him, growling the power of my essence. He swollowed it all, and I ley him relax back onto his ankles, he cock throbbing infront of him.

Exhgilarated I pointed to the divan "lay there" he did as he was told, and I moved between his thighs, yaking his cock in my own mouth I played and caressed him showing him what a master of the art could do, he shot hi cum down my throat and drank every drop of his youth, I gave a triumphant bellow, and kissed him on the lips.

"Come we must eat now, you must keep your strenghth up !"

He looked a little wobbly as I guided him to the cushion and the table laden with food. "I will chose what to eat and you must firat bite a little then hand it to me, the job does come with the possibility of danger, you never know if an old enemy wants to poisoon you !" I laughed and slpped him on the back as he sat.

He did as I asked and ate a liitle of what I wished, then I ley him chose his own platter.

By the time it was to go out and start traing , the youth had had his first taste of what it ment to be a man and to live with me.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

The generosity of Aeschlyus was astounding. Tomas had not taken a lot of food, if training was to follow he should not weigh himself down, but the food was richer and grander than any meal he had ever eaten. The older man had said, "what is mine is yours, young man." To share such wealth, and such a grand place to live...it was more than he had dreamed possible.

Yet even on his astonishment, other thoughts intruded. He saw again the swollen head of the general's penis in front of him, brushing his lips against it before parting and taking it into his mouth. His taste was strong and robust, and Tomas had sucked eagerly as he had been instructed. It had hurt when the general had pushed his cock in, until Tomas had wet his throat with the sweet juice and Aeschlyus had thrust the length of his thick phallus in. The feeling if it! The power and throb of his hot shaft as it slid back and forth in Tomas's mouth, the salty taste as he bathed and licked the underside of it, the strength of the old man's hands as they held his head. Tomas had clung to the general's thighs as his mentor throat fucked him. Then, it had stopped. He felt the massive organ pulse in his mouth, and felt a hot warm liquid gush down his throat. The essence of Aeschlyus, given to him! He had tasted the dregs as the powerful older man withdrew his manhood, and he wanted to taste that salty strength again. This was more than he could ever have dreamed of, to have this, the greatest of all living men, letting Tomas sup on his core of might, drink of his manly power...surely the gods had blessed him.

Then Aeschlyus had taken his due, as Tomas would have gladly offered. His mouth had been warm, wet, and alive, bringing pleasure to the youth like he had never known. The general had taken in Tomas's essence, and the young warrior in training hoped it would give him youth and vigor, even though the general did not seem to need it.

I finished eating, and looked at my mentor. In my eyes, blue as the sea, shone admiration, respect, and a growing love. "General Aeschlyus," I paused, hoping I did no wrong in addressing this god among men directly, "your gift of your power will make me strong, I am so grateful for it." "I want to learn more of this, of the sharing of men's power this way." "I cannot forget how it felt to have your might, your manhood in me, and I hope to taste your gift again."

I gazed at him, my eyes feasting on his manly body, before being drawn to that kingly face. "Is this sharing on essence done between all warriors?" "Is it like the bonding of blood brothers?" "Or is the taking if a man's power by the mouth the only way to do it?" I then realized I was talking too much, and bowed my head. "Forgive me if I speak too much, or ask foolish questions."

 

[TransJason]

I roared with laughter, I hoped he did not take it unkindly.

"between warriors this exchnage is normal and binds one to another, it strengthens the heart, clears the mind and makes a youth into a man !"

"there are other methods to enbibe the essence of men, and I will show this to you also, it is a blessing that an older man gives to a younger...do you wish me to show you ?"

His blue eyes flickered and desire and the wish to learn form me all he could.

"it is like a groom with his wife, but more potent and powerful, for it is man to man, strength to stregth, the passing of energy and power, it does not expend itself as for a grooms bed, but nurtuers the younger to maturity. " I stood and went to the tents door flap calling to my second in command. I explained that I had a new young man and that I would be attending training later after lunch. He nodded and looked pleased, clsping my shoulder in understanding.

I came back to the inner tent where Tomas sat waiting.

I stroked my chest and stomach in anticipation and my cock stood out from my body expectant. I tied some cord around the base of my massive thick manhood to keep in its power, and motioned that the lasd go back to the divan.

First I massaged the boy, his back and arse, my strong hands kneeding deeplu into his muscles, I poured oil onto his body as I massaged, I loved the feel of soft skin, and the warm of youth.

"like a bride who is a virgin you will become mine, do not fear the pain for it is over shortly, and as a warrior it will be the first that you will experince." he tensed as I said the word pain. "pain is your friedn without you can never appreciate life and its wonders, like this massage, it would mean nothing."

I arranged some cushions under him so his arse was propped up and I could begin to relax him further. I inserted an oiled finger into his pink ring, and he gasped, I slowly massaged the ring between thmb and forefinger, and inserted the second, he wriggled against me fingers "do I hurt you ?" he said no. Twisting my fingers around and in I fingerd and thrust into him, I could feel mu cock twitch in anticipation, and wanted to be one with this boy.

"to be s one with another is a gift and a joy, as you take and give all that you possess" I got behind the lad, spread more oil on his twitching opening and over my rod, the positioning myself so the head was infront of his hole I pushed forward. He groaned and let out a squeal but did not buck. " feel me. want me, push down and the relax.." he did as I commanded and as his recum relaxed I pushed my thick phallus deep into his virgin soul. I think he screamed out "OH gods" but I was oblivious.

I did not move for what felt like an eternity, my eyes closed feeling his very heart beeat resound around my cock. Feeling his blood flow about me, the warm and tightness surrounding me. Then as an animal to its mate I pulled baclk and pushed all the way back in, he was more relaxed now and I knew he wanted me.

Slowly I thrust in again, my hands on his hips, as I lossened him up, tearing at his youthful insides as mine had been by my mentor, I had passed out, as hed been so large that the pain had shocked me, a thing I remember being ashamed about, yet ha had been worried for my health and had not tried again for many weeks, but relaxed me with the blessd pahllus of Zeus, until I demaded he try again.

This young man I was proud of he took it and did not cry or faint, but breathed strong and heavy breaths as I fucked him, slowly first and now harder and faster.

I wanted to look into his eyes, so I pulled out and turned him over, I made him hold his ankles and pull his kness up, and I entered him once more, he grimaced, so I pulled out and put more oil on my member, this time he grainde not in pain but pleasure, I saw it in his eyes, desire and energy suddenly sprung from his heart and he began to buck and grind with me as one great engine we struggled together, I held his ridged cock pulling and playing with it as I thrust ever deeper inside him, his blue eyes burning with lust for me. i was gioving myself to him and he to me and he understood that.

I did not want to stop plowing into him, hoding his hips and slamming my balls against his cheeks, pulling him ont my engorged phallus, opening him up like he never would experience again. His first man, he would never forget, I pounded him mercilessly for an hour, sweat dripping from my body, exhuasted and jubilant finally I released the band around my cock and shot hot juice inside his bowels over and over again, i felt like a young man, once more imortal and hungry for victory and glory, he shot over us both, and I feel onto him laughing and hugging like a wrestler, rolling around the divan.

"now that is what i ment...I hope you felt the raw power of being a man, and the intensity of being with a man, you can never get this feeling from a woman, it is just fro us".

He lay his head on my chest and slet a while.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

I wanted to know all he had to teach me, and even more than that...I wanted this god of a man to take me as his own. I shivered in anticipation as he spoke of me as a bride to a groom. He mentioned pain, but his next words told me that pain was my ally, and I silently swore to take that to heart. His hands had brought sweetness to my flesh and I felt my manhood stiffen and swell once more.

I lay on the divan, my ass raised up. Until his finger entered me, I knew not what or how he would take me, pour his essence into me. There was some pain as a second finger joined the first, but I was determined to take it, to be a man and not surrender to it. Only allow it to make me stronger. His fingers left, and I felt the bulbous head of his member touch my flesh. There was a moment of agony as he pressed it into me, and I let out a squeal but I did not pull away. I felt a rush of shame, but only for a moment. Aeschlyus pushed forward and it was as though I was torn asunder by the hugeness of his cock. "Oh, gods!" I could not stop the cry from escaping, and though shame again clutched at my heart, it was lost in the mix of pain and pleasure.

He held still for a few seconds, and the pain lessened. I kept still beneath him, relaxing myself, I wanted him to stay in me, I had to have him, I would not disappoint him. He pulled out, then rammed his thickness back into me. I clutched the cushions of the divan, but I did not cry out. Again and again he drove into me, and I felt as though my insides were being rent and torn by his bronze hard prick.

He turned me over, and again entered me. In his face, flush with energy and desire, I saw the divine spark of Aeschlyus. I felt a hot lust awaken in me, and my eyes flashed with a new understanding of what was happening. As he drove into me once more, I pushed against his movement, impaling myself on his phallus. "I am yours, godly Aeschylus, now and forever, whenever you want me!" I moved with him now, as he fucked me with raw abandon. The pain had fled, and only joyous pleasure and want for the general remained. For an eternity of grunting and groping, of flesh slapping together, he made me his. Finally, he thrust deep into my core, and I felt a warm swell as his power flooded into me. My manhood pulsed and my hot white essence splashed out onto us both.

"Now that is what I meant...I hope you felt the raw power of being a man, and the intensity of being with a man, you can never get this feeling from a woman, it is just for us," he said. I nodded, resting my head on his broad chest. I felt weary and in moments I was asleep.

I woke later, still entangled with Aeschylus. He now slept as well, and I spent long minutes admiring his manly strength. I saw his manhood was covered with the juice and muck of my insides, and felt that this great one should not be so stained. I rose carefully, and went to the outer tent. I asked a slave to bring hot water to me. When it arrived, I brought it inside and placed it next to the divan. I poured sweet oils into it. Then I wet the bathing cloth and as before, I took great care in cleaning the pillar of might that was his cock.

He moaned in his slumber and his phallus grew and hardened in my hands. I took a few more minutes making sure he was clean. I laid the cloth aside, my eyes never leaving the beauty of his manhood. I lowered my head to kiss the head, then moved along it's length, kissing it's full glory. I had used the cloth before, but now I bathed it with my tongue, tasting the meaty tang of his greatness. I felt his rough hand run through my hair, and looked to see him smiling down at me. I raised my head, "Mighty Aeschylus, thank you." "Great lessons have I learned already from you." "I hope I have pleased you so far."

 

[TransJason]

I woke from a relaxing slumber to find the young man was washing my phallus with warm water, gently cleaning it as it were a new born baby. Then he toook me in his mouth and began to lick the tip so erotically that I had to close my eys my hands instincivly running thorugh his hair feeling him soft curls.

He took more of me into his wet n=hotness and I growled like a young lion, bucking my hipd forward to sink more into his inviting throat. The shaft was wet and his lips massaged against it as I fucked his wantinf mouth, it felt wonderful, my body was alive with young energy and power.

But I wanted to plow into his tight innards once more, forceably I took my cock from his mouth, layed him down on his front oiled my thribbing manhood and with my weight above him, forced my cock into his puckered pink heart. This entry is I always thought to be the most intense for the giver and receiver, as the tightness is greater. He splayed his legs out trying to open up as I thrust deep into him. He was probably still sore, and the pain and pleasure would be intoxicating for the youth, he wriggled underneath me, but I held him down, pinning his shoulders to the divan. As I pulled out I could feel his muscles drag outwards andas I pushed in I felt him open up, I was forcefully and my body glided against his backl, my chest sliding upo and down and my nipples grazing against him.

I flipped him over raising a leg so that I was till inside him as we moved. I saw the shine in his eyes or wonder at my stregth and power, I grabbed his hips and almost had him so that his arse was facing straight upwards as I drove into him, he bucked and whined and growled, I played with his limp cock and brought it to life, and as I thrust the rythm of my stroking and thrusting had him whimpering with sexual desire, over come with the intensity of it, he came hard, squirting over and over agian uncontrolably as I hit the sacred spot withing his bowels, the juice just kept coming, and finally as he went limP I thrust a few more times deep and hard and felt myself explode inside him, until my seed dribbled out of him and over both of us.

We lay exhauseted and like victors at a battle, drunk with exhiliration..

"I think yu will have to wsh us both now..." I took his beautiful hace in my hands and kissed his red lips, savouring the taste of him, my tongue exploring him, the kiss of a lover and a freind, but with stregth and dominante and protective.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

I returned his kiss, my hands resting on the hard muscles of his hairy chest. Our tongues entwined and dueled briefly. He held me thus for long minutes before releasing me, lounging king like on his divan as I rose to prepare the bath. I had the slaves bring fresh water and again the bath was made ready. I moved with a slight limp at first, my ass sore and my movement painful. But I forced myself to swallow the pain, to take it in as I had taken him in, and not give my hurt away in my movement.

I washed my hands clean, then He took his place in it first, as was proper. I wet him down with sweet waters, the flow carrying away the strands of my seed that clung to his godly frame. I used a new cloth to wipe him clean, my hands eagerly caressing his flesh as I washed him. I paid special attention to his manhood, stroking his shaft, rolling his heavy sack in my hands. It felt so good, so strong. I wanted him again. I wanted to feel his thickness in my mouth, his power blasting down my waiting throat. I wanted his huge phallus to tear me open, giving agony and joy in equal measure, I wanted his seed in me, to feel a few threads trickle down my legs when I stood.

I looked to him, my eyes hungry, silently entreating permission. He refused me with the same look. I knew this was right. I was due to train in arms outside his glorious tent. He left the bath and watched as I bathed myself. I could feel his eyes on me, and it pleased me to know that he so loved the sight if my young body.

When I was clean, it was time to go and train not in these manly arts but in war. I was to train nude, and I left the tent first, holding the flaps open for him to emerge. His second-in-command met him, and they embraced one another as old comrades. I noticed the man looking me over as well, and he seemed to like what he saw. A smile grew on his face, and he congratulated Aeschlyus, before asking the general to consider allowing other men to "assist in the youth's instruction in the way of men."

We walked through camp, I following behind the general. As we moved past, men stood to watch us. Their eyes went first to the general, and they saluted him and cheered his praises. Yet they saw me also, and many had hunger in thier eyes. I walked the bolder for it, basking in their approval and want.

We came finally to a dusty ground, where several other youths stood ready. They were naked like me, and not a one had a hair on his chest, arms, or legs. I was the tallest though, and broadest of chest. I also noted with a small smile, that my manhood outshone any of theirs in either length or girth. I lined up with them, awaiting our instructions in what was to come next.

 

[TransJason]

Seeing my young warrior bseide the other young men I was proud of him. He was taller, braoder and his manhood larger than any other. The older men had noticed and they gave me that look of praise in their eyes.

The training started with stammina exercises, they would run around the gymnasium grounds, then strength training with weights. They would rest for a whole and wash down, then either sword, or lance trainig and lastly wrestling. My favorite aspect, and one that showed up the strongest and bravest of men.

Once the basics had been taught then horsemanship was the next stage, so that they could fight in both hand to hand and while at full gallop on horse back.

All would normally practice the same in the morning, running and strength to warm up the muscles, from boy soldier to General, then we would break up and train in our specialities, lance & discus, horse, chariot, sword and archery being the main areas.

there were others who trained as long distance runners, or for strength, or for intelligence gathering, the bodyguards and the engineers, these were the special groups.

I watched at a distance as he ran, his lithe body kicking up the dust, ahead of the other boys, it was not a strain, he was a natural athlete. I felt myself become hard, and noticed my second in command, in the same state. I laughed and slapped his cock.." you will have much time to educate him with me Isocrates !....come to the tent tonight, he can learn the art of pleasing and maybe he will please you so may watch his abilities with a man..what do you think?" he laughed heartily and nodded " yes my Lord, I will endeavour to entertain you and educate the boy !"

"But first back to work..you say that we will be sent to fight soon..?"

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

I ran ahead of the other boys easily. A few could match my pace, but not sustain it. Perhaps their lives before coming here had not been as physically challenging as mine. As we ran, I saw that the men paused in thier own training as we passed, admiring our young bodies. The eyes of many followed me, and I felt great pride at inspiring them so.

I was slightly winded after the run, but there was no rest. We went immediately into strength training. I had lifted great weights before as a slave in the general's house, but never like this. Once a job was done, it was done, but in this a task was repeated again and again. The muscles of my back, chest, and arms were sore and painful to move by the time I finished my sets.

After that, there was a break. The youths rested together, but my eyes sought out the general. I could not find him among the many men, and turned my attention to the bowl of mutton, rice, and broth I had been given.

"Tomas," one of the other youths said, "I have heard that you are the general's boy." "Is this true?"

I hesitated, unused to speaking to others. These were likely the sons of nobles and soldiers, whereas I was of low station. But I was free now, and part of the General's house. I should feel free to speak as a man. "I am his, as you have said."

There was muttering from the other youths, some of wonder, some of envy. The one who had spoken earlier, his hair the color of wheat laughed. "Then I feel little shame at coming in second to you, Tomas." "You must be of great lineage and power to be chosen by so great a man!" He clapped me on the shoulder. "My name is Orestes." "I am here in the service of Jason of Thessaly."

We shook hands. "You ran with great speed and staying power, Orestes." "I think you will be the man to beat," I said.

He laughed, "If I were yet a man, that would be true." "I hope soon to learn the ways of men, but it is not yet something I have had."

Then there came a great stir as the general and the other officers came among us. It was time for them to split us up for weapons training and wrestling. We all stood again, awaiting our assignments.

 

[TransJason]

"My name means "shame" I was so named as my father was defeated and he and my mother were enslaved by the acursed Plebians, I was born a slave, yet due to my strengh and intelligence I gaiined my freedom through killing the assasin of my captors. I left that cursed country and returned here to my people, my father and mother having died as captives. I was still young and the great General Dymnos found me and took me as his own. I have kept my name, even though nomrally as a man you are given a new one, he said that I should always remember my origins and this has been the spur that has dug into my very being, my will to fight and win." I looked at the young men, most came from wealthy families but a few were like Tomas chosen from slaves or lowly freemen, they would understand what i was saying..." you need to have that pain to survive in battle, it makes you grow strong to be a man or valour, of kindness and acceptence of what life puts before you, suffering and pleasure....I hope you all have such an understanding, if not then I pray you gain one. You must have patience, determination and mental agility to become a warrior, everything must be done in the manner, as if it were you last breath on earth...110% body, and mind, in whatever you seek to accomplish...remember this !"
They roared their appreciation, and I left.

Tomas was looking at me intently, but I gave him no extra attention, he had to prove to me he was the best of men, i would not be enamoured just with his beauty.

The rest of the afternoon was taken up in their first lessons in wrestling and lance throwing. Then they were sent to the baths, and were given massage by the gymnasium slaves. he would come to me to wash me, massage me and do any chores that neede to be done, then dine and sleep.

He would also experience his first education between two men tonight, as I had asked my good friend around.I would let Tomashave his first taste of what its is to have hold of a man, to feel yourself within anothers body, to know how it feels to be the one to give strength, and my handsome second in command would be very willing to allow him the experience.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

The general's words were an inspiration to me. I had never known how similar his origins were to my own. His family was still greater than mine, but his tale still made me feel as though I might aspire to achieve what he has. Many victories, great wealth, and a good marriage.

But I had little time for such thoughts, as the next part of training soon began. The lances we were given felt right in my hand, not as right as the general's iron manhood, but good nonetheless. Through my arms ached, I got the knack of throwing the javelins quickly. I struck my all my targets, though not all were killing blows. None of the others matched my arm, and I felt eyes gaze on me with both envy and admiration in them.

Wrestling came next, and this one most of the men watched. I knew something of this art, as a good fist fight with some wrestling was often the way arguments were settled among slaves. I threw my first opponent down and pinned him in ten seconds. There were many mutterings of approval from the gathered men, and I saw several rubbing at erect cocks.

Orestes was the only competition I had that day, and we grappled fiercely for ten full minutes before the teachers seperated us. Many times as we wrestled I felt his hard manhood touch my flesh, my own hardened in response. We laughed afterward, and I found myself wondering if it would be proper to share my essence with him.

After a bath, we were given over to the masseuses. I had never had a massage before, and the experience was incredible. There was occasional pain as the masseuse's clever hands worked on a particularly tight muscle, but afterward I felt refreshed and strong. I had thought I would crawl back to the tent exhausted, but it was as if a fresh wind had quickened my energy.

As I walked through camp on my way back to the general's tent, many sounds reached my ears. There were the sounds of feasting and singing, but others as well. Here and there there was a moan of pleasure and a slap of flesh. I passed a tent with its flaps open, and within I say Orestes on his knees, a tall man sliding his dick into my new friend's mouth. I felt myself harden once more and wondered if the general would allow me to taste of him tonight.

I entered his tent and bowed before him. "I am ready to bathe you, General Aeschylus." "Forgive me for not returning sooner, but the masseuse was very insistent."

 

[TransJason]

"good, good....come here, the bath is ready and all I need is you to wash my weary body !...come" I stepped into the bath and my young man began to wash the stresses of the day from me, we went through the motions, until he has scrapped the dirt from me and cold water fell over my hardened body to finish the ablutions. I was hard now and energised once more.

But first the food, he tatseed and then we ate. i was waiting for my friend to arrive and just before we finished dining, he called from the flap of the tent.

"come please enter...greetungs my dear friend.." I stood and clasped arms with him. He pulled off his tunic and sat naked beside me on the divan.

"so boy...you have 2 of us tonight....lets see what you can do to please me." I pusehd him to his kness and we stood side by side out erect cocks in his face. He began to suck me, and stroke the other, the alternated. He was getting the knack, he nipped and sucked and played with us, until I grabbed his head pulled hids head back and drove my cock deep down into his throat, I could seee the head fill his throat and its movement as I plunged down into him, I took my cock out and let my friend do the same we did this in rythm, allowing my young warrior time for breath.

I new what I wanted next, I oiled my phallus, told hi]m to kneel on the divan, and the commander to do the same. I oiled both there puckers, the Commanders noticably didnt need much lube as he was looser and desperate for a hard cock, the boy I fingered till he relaxed, then I slide in in one go all the way to the end, deep in the boy, he yelped, but held fast, then I pulled out and did the same to my freind who growled in lustful moans, I gave them my cock in turn, the finally buried myself in the lad and ordered the commander to face fuck the boy. He got up and kneeled infront of the young man as I fucked him in the arse, he slide hid long thick cock into the boys mouth feeding it in in rythm to my thrusting. The boy was wimpering in pleasure, dribbling oil from his young pucker and spit from his mouth, over come with penertartion of his young lither body.

He shot cum many times, in shock orgasming many times as i hit his inner sensitive place. then I pulled out. I lay on the edge on the bed and told him to mount me facing me, he slide down my hard member and bucked uo and down, then I asked the commander to come behind the boy. He oilde his fingers and slide one in beside my punding cock, to the boys surprise, then another, stretching the delictae muscles.

"you must relax now... you will be homoured, I have decide to give you the blessing of us both, 2 esssences within you.." I noddeed fro the commander to enter . He pushed his long cock up beside mine,the boy yelped again and I saw his eyes fill with tears. "be brave, it will pass and then you feel pure pleaseur !!" he nodded and lent forward so that the other man could get better entrance. It took some time ut finally we were inside the boy together, our cocks embedded in him uop to the maximum.

Ibegan to pump fuck him and we did this in turns until, in rapture we exploded inside him, coating his bowels with our juice, pumping the fluid until it seeped out and down over my thighs.

The commander pulled out and the boy gently got up, sore from all the pounding he had had.

" now...take my friend, pump you life into him..NOW !" iordered. The commander got down on all fours and my beautiful boy oiled his large hard cocok and plunged it into the man, he fucked him like he was possessed, till the mna was cry in pleasure, sweat poring off both of them. he was powerful and in control and I marvelled at his body and stammina, he just kept at it for what seemd hours as I watched and strooked myself. He grabbed the man rolled him on his back and fucked him on his back deep and hard until he went stiff his whole body contracting and he shot deep inside my freind. the collapsed in a heap.

I pushed the boy down on his front and one last time that night making him feel the full force of my strength and power I rough fucked his tender hole till he cried for me to stop, and I squirted my essence once more hot and scouldeing his bowels.

We slept for a while then, in moonlight we walked to the river and bathed together laughing and joking.

That noght he slept in my arms, exhausted and proud to be becoming a man.

 

[Armphid]

Tomas

I had no idea what awaited me, as the second in command entered the tent. I thought perhaps he had some news that could not await, but I soon learned that the general had made plans for this night.

Going back and forth with thier dicks, my mouth pleasing one and my hand the other was an amazing thing. The raw power and life in their members was astounding. But it was much better when the general again took me as his own, driving his massive manhood deep into me. Then the second stood before me, his oiled manhood bobbing in front of my mouth. As the general took me from behind, so he took me from the front. The feeling was unreal. I felt more pure and alive than ever before! He held my head in his strong hands, driving his prick deep into my throat. Such pleasure I had thought was the province of the gods alone, and I moaned and whimpered around the cock in my mouth.

I was disappointed when they stopped, for I wanted to feel them shoot thier essences into both of my entrances. But they stopped short of that. The general leaned back on the divan and commanded me to mount him. I impaled myself on his thickness, and bucked up and down. His eyes glowed as he watched me, and I felt a joy seperate from the pleasure of being fucked. He was pleased with my efforts, proud of me.

Then I felt the other man move up behind me. I listened to the general's words, and nodded. I leaned forward, but my heart was afraid. The general's manhood was so thick and large...he stretched me wide. I feared the second's manhood would actually tear me asunder. The agony I felt as he entered me was terrible, I was sure that I was torn and bleeding as he drove deep and his hardness forced my youthful body open. It took some time, it felt like years, but I grew used to it. Pain fell away, and only pleasure remained. To have their pure manly might within me, swollen and throbbing, driving to my core! I came again and again, spilling my seed onto the divan. Then, I felt their cocks tense ans swell once more, then warmth as they pumped thier power into me. I could feel it dribbling down my thighs, and as they pulled free, their scent mingled with that of what had emerged from me.

I was dazed, almost dizzy. I drew my breath, only to notice the second in command now on all fours before me, his hole oiled and ready. As I stared, the general gave me my new orders, and I looked up at him in wonder. As I had seen him do, I took oil and rubbed a thick layer on my manhood. I marveled at the honor given me. Not only was I to take a man as I had been taken, but it was to be such a man as the second in command of the entire army!

I drove into him with a single hard thrust, relentlessly forcing my member all the way into him. He moaned and pushed back against me, his love for the art of men obvious. It was an experience worthy of an epic! It was hot and sticky, and his walls clung and grasped at my prick. The glory of the pleasure was unlike anything I could beleive. I fucked him with wild abandon for what felt like hours, loving every moment. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, and we cried and groaned in sweet pleasure! Finally, I felt a dam within me burst, and I emptied my sack into him. My cock pulsed again and again, until my hot seed dripped out of his hole.

I had not time to catch my breath as the general drove me into the ground from behind, stabbing his hardness into me again. He fucked me hard and savagely, tearing at my body, reasserting that he was the superior man. Once more he filled me with his essence, before collapsing atop me.

We walked by the river and bathed later, before returning to the tent to sleep. he held me in his arms, my head cradled against his hairy chest. I awoke before dawn, as was my habit. I breathed in his smell for hours, one hand slowly stroking his thickness. I wanted to taste him, but dared not wake him before his time. He stirred once, his arms falling from me. I took the opportunity to slide down his manly body to where his manhood rested. I took him in my mouth, sucking and licking him until he grew to full hardness.