Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 11:39:17 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming A Spartan, 7 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 7 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: Not sure if many people are reading this or not.....The boys head to school in this one. No real sex in this chapter, but I promise things start to heat upThis story is a complete work of fiction. To my knowledge, no school like Sparta College exists. I have some future chapters written, but would love to hear any ideas you have. As the story continues, it may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a involving an adult and underage boys and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic upsetting or offensive, then please leave now. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy the story, please let me know. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. I would really love to hear your thoughts on the story. This is the first chapter where there is bi activity. I hope you enjoy it. Email me at spartaguy23@gmail.com Chapter 7 "Let's hit the shower before we head back to camp," said Ian. As I let the hot spray of the shower flow over me, I was trying to sort things out, but my mind was a bit on overload. I went back to the beginning of our trip to the campus and began assimilating the things I had learned. First, no need for street clothes. That would explain why my parents were not in any hurry to buy me any clothes for school. It didn't sound like I would need much of anything in the way of clothing. My dad had obviously learned to `go Spartan' while at school. Next, for a small school with about 30 people in each class, they had a world class work out facility. There were more machines and lift stations than the health club we belonged to at home. Obviously, we would have the opportunity to work on our bodies. Then my mind hit the part that was the most difficult to make sense of, the sex. Everything I had dealt with dating Amy and learned and seen in life relating to sex seemed the opposite in dealing with people connected to Sparta. The conversation we had earlier that day came back to me very clearly and the message my dad was sending was very clear. Sex was for physical enjoyment, plain and simple. There could be an emotional aspect to it, but since we had arrived at camp, I had seen and felt the joys of doing things just because they felt good. I still couldn't believe I was just involved in sex scene that involved 7 people, including future instructors and their wives. The shower passed uneventfully, with mild chitchat about the workout, the weather. It was as if the just finished sex scene was as normal as playing a hand of cards. As we got back into the car, Nicolas said, "Obviously, you two are participating in more and more that you will have to pretend you know nothing about once you arrive here officially in a couple of weeks." We arrived at the gate and as we went through Ian called out, "Hey Pete, thanks for calling the girls. It was just what we needed to finish our workout. We will still be out for a couple of days, so please check in on them to make sure they don't get lonely." I could have sworn that Pete had a semi hard on as he smiled and replied that he would be happy to. "You generally don't meet any of the wives right away and they certainly don't suck the charge's cocks as a rule," explained Ian. "Although, I must say the girls seemed to be quite taken with your boyish good looks." They all chuckled. "Has your dad explained the Spartan philosophy regarding sex?" asked Nicolas. "Somewhat," I answered. "We actually just talked about it in a bit more depth this morning." "The just in time sex talk," laughed Cliff. "At least you had a bit of advanced warning, but it must have still been a bit surprising." "That is an understatement," said Erik. "We have always been pretty casual about nudity when it has just been Luke, our dads and brothers, but the last couple of days have really been beyond what I could have imagined." "Well, I'm not sure how your dads explained it," said Nicolas, "but what you will be learning in a few weeks is that the Spartan philosophy simply states that sex is primarily for physical enjoyment. The body is designed for sex. Most people go through life thinking the only things involved in sex are a dick and pussy, possibly a mouth, and rarely an ass. We know, and just proved in the gym, that most of the body responds to sensual touch. Spartans know that you should enjoy your bodies and the feelings you can experience through different aspects of using your mouth, hands, fingers, and of course, your cock." "Another obvious aspect of the Spartan philosophy," continued Ian, "is that we don't recognize the concept of homosexuality or heterosexuality. We just believe that we are all sexual beings. There are certain things that may be more enjoyable with a female than a male, but there is no reason that men shouldn't enjoy the pleasures we can give each other. This is the concept that a lot of our new recruits have some issues with at first. Society is still very much loaded against any type of same sex relationships, especially if it's just men. The closest concept the general public has to Sparta is that of bisexuality, but really doesn't cover it either. Ours is a much more open and free approach." "The men in all Spartan families have been raised to fully accept nudity among males, which is definitely what your dads have done very successfully," said Nicolas. "Some Spartans live a nudist lifestyle all the time at home, regardless of whether there are women present or not. That is an option, but certainly not required. Some openly masturbate, some even don't object if the children observe them having sex. But most of the guys who show up for school are still surprised by what goes on here. Even given what you have seen and experienced, there will be some surprises for you two." "But, at least you guys won't be shocked when you see your first guy/guy blow job here at Sparta," laughed Ian. We all joined in the laughter, although Erik and I were still slightly embarrassed. The guys dropped us off at our camp and drove off. "Did you enjoy your workout?" my dad asked with a slight grin. "That must have been a lot of pumping, given the length of time you were gone." Did he know what had happened? After we had cleaned up the supper dishes and were relaxing around the fire, there was casual talk about the weather, how we would spend the next couple of days before it was time to head back. I realized that Erik and I really hadn't spent a lot of time with our brothers and dads this trip. They were discussing some of views afforded them from their hike earlier in the day. Conversation lagged and it was one of the natural moments of ebb and flow in a conversation. "Dad? How do women figure into the Spartan way of life? Are they Spartans as well?" I asked, eager to understand how Ian and Nicolas' wives had been so eager and open to the sexual encounter earlier in the day. "Good question," replied my dad, "and a natural one after what we talked about earlier in the day. Some men marry the daughters of Spartans, but that is not always the case. Those women have a bit of an understanding of our philosophy, but not always. It's initially up to girl's father to decide how much to indoctrinate them and then that responsibility passes to her husband, assuming he is a Spartan." "It is often much harder for women to fully embrace the philosophy then men," continued Erik's dad. "It's not always true, but men seem to be more overtly sexual and a lot less emotional about it." "Are our moms Spartan?" asked Tim. I was surprised that he spoke up. I was so wrapped up in trying to learn about what was going to happen to me in two weeks that it hadn't entered my mind that Jared and Tim were equally interested in what was being said. "They aren't from Spartan families," answered my dad. "They know some of our beliefs and certainly completely accepted that all four of you would go to Sparta College, even though they had never heard of it and weren't allowed to go on our school visit. But when we explained certain aspects of the philosophy, it didn't seem like it was something they were open to, so we didn't push it. That is why while we are openly nude on trips with the guys, we don't live a nudist lifestyle at home. We sleep nude and may not have anything on walking to and from the shower, but we are clothed most of the time at home." "So, if you marry someone who isn't a Spartan, you have to abandon some of the philosophy," I asked. "It's complicated, but yes, in some ways you do," replied Mr. Mauer. "Sometimes in a marriage, you develop greater emotions regarding sex with your wife, so it isn't that great of a sacrifice. But always remember that a Spartan would only give up that aspect of their life of their own free will, not because a woman pressured him or insisted on it. We never bend our will or philosophy to another. The Spartan Code is very clear on that. A Spartan believes that physical enjoyment with someone other than your spouse isn't cheating. Of course, some of the spouses might not look at it that way if they knew." "Some of the women from Spartan families are very open to the philosophy on the other hand," dad said. "They realize that the role society generally casts them in as being subservient to men when it comes to sex is unfair to them. Contrary to what society tries to tell us, women desire and enjoy sex as much as men do. Society teaches them to both flaunt their seductiveness, but at the same time to act as though they really don't want to have sex. It's a paradox. This leads to a cycle of teasing men and then denying us sex when we pursue them. Spartan women are taught to enjoy their bodies the same as the men. They shouldn't be ashamed to enjoy the different aspects of sex and the pleasure of different or multiple partners." Obviously, Ian and Nicolas' wives had embraced the concept of enjoying sex with different and multiple partners. After dinner had been complete, our dad's excused themselves again for a couple of hours. That night in our tents, Erik and I talked about some of the information we were trying to process regarding Sparta, our dads, our moms, and what the next two weeks would bring. "Do you think our dads are having sex with other women?" I asked. "I don't think so," replied Erik after giving it some thought. "It sounds to me like they have made that choice to limit themselves. You see them together with our moms. It seems like their marriages are a lot better than most of our friends' parents. They never really argue and seem pretty affectionate." "That's very true," I said. "I am also thinking that things have changed somewhat since they were in school. Despite what they were saying about doing things the same for 2,000 years, I just can't see our dads doing something like the scene we just experienced at the gym." The last two days of the camping trip were uneventful in terms of information regarding Sparta or sexual activity. While it seemed that Jared and Tim were spending a bit more time in their tent with telltale noises coming from it, there was nothing out in the open. We didn't see Nicolas, Cliff, and Ian the last couple of days. Erik and I made a point of running by their campsite and went up to the swimming hole, but while it was obvious they still inhabited their camp, we didn't see them. Once we were back at our house, it seemed strange to put clothes back on. After what we had experienced and talked about, it seemed that the whole world should be open to my newfound information and attitude regarding sex. On several occasions, I caught myself staring far too openly at both young men and women, wondering what they looked like naked and what sex with them would be like. As we got closer to our departure date, Erik and I were feeling more and more nervous. Our dads kept telling us that the next two weeks would be the hardest test we could endure, but once we were through it, we would be on the road to being Spartans. Their words were meant to comfort us, but given the number of times they re-assured us, it started have the opposite affect and heightened our apprehension. As the days went one, the sex filled couple of days of the camping trip had already seemed to fade into distant memories. At night, as I stroked myself, I could recall the feelings and experiences, but during the day, I found myself sometimes doubting that it has actually happened. Finally, the day came. Our mothers would not be coming along for the trip. It would just be the "men" as they said through tears. Our packing list was light. We brought sandals, two jocks, and two pair of running shoes. Our dads insisted that we would need nothing else. There were a number of things our friends had assembled over the summer that we specifically told not to bring: cell phones, television, radio, stereo, small refrigerator, popcorn popper, cast off chairs or sofas. Apparently, the school would live up to its' name and we would indeed be living a Spartan existence. We would make the drive in my dad's silver BMW convertible. While it was a sweet car, driving with the top down made conversation almost impossible. That was just as well. All that we would have wanted to talk about was Sparta and all that could be said on that subject had already been covered a number of times. As we pulled up to the gate, Pete was there checking the cars as they went in. When we pulled up, my dad said, "Donovan and Mauer". Pete looked in the back seat, gave Erik and me a wink of silent recognition, and opened the gate. As we pulled in, we saw a number of cars parked at the dormitories, but also saw a number of naked young men on the common in front of the two dorms. The guys were generally sitting on the ground or lying on their stomachs, looking a bit apprehensive. My dad drove up to the dorm and parked the car. Erik and I got out of the car and grabbed the bags containing what few belongings we had. Our dads met us at the side of car and gave us a hug. "Be strong, be open to all ideas and actions, and make us proud," my dad said as he broke the hug. "Aren't you coming in with us?" I asked, more nervously than I wanted it to sound. "From this point on, you are your own men," said Erik's dad. "We will see you this fall. Until then, be strong, be open, and commit yourselves fully to becoming a Spartan." With that, they got in the car and were gone. We walked up the stairs and into the dorm. We had just crossed the threshold when a familiar voice rang out. "Stop, strip and approach one at a time!" shouted Nicolas. He was standing several steps from the landing where we stood. He gave no sign of recognition. He was nude and from the perspective of looking up at him, he cast an imposing figure. Erik and I removed our clothes as quickly as possible and stepped up to the podium. "Name?" asked Nicolas. "Luke Donovan," I answered. "Luke Donovan, do you intend to become a Spartan?" he said sternly, looking directly in my eyes. "Yes," I replied. "Do you of your own free will, agree that you undertake the training required of a Spartan?" he continued, holding my gaze. "Yes," I replied again. "Deposit your belongings in room 10 on the left and join your fellows in front of the building," he said. As I walked down the hall, I could see that all of the rooms were exactly the same. None of them had doors. The room was small and spare. The floor was the same marble as the hallway leading to it. There were beds on either wall. There was no pillow, but each had a sheet and blanket. Both were already made and looked as though they had been made by a drill sergeant as an example of how a bunk should be properly made. There was small wooden desk on each wall and a two drawer dresser just inside the door. Clearly, we were not going to be issued a great deal of clothing or supplies, as there was no place to store anything. I put my shoes and the clothes I just removed in the dresser and turned to go out onto the lawn. Needing to piss, I found the communal bathroom two doors from my room. It was one large room with sinks on one side and urinals and open stools opposite them. There were no stalls. Just beyond the stools and urinals was a half wall with a wide opening. There were shower heads on the three walls at the end of the room. I emptied my bladder, washed my hands and headed out to the yard. I met Erik coming from his room on the other side of the building. "So much for privacy," I said as we walked out into the afternoon sunshine. "No doors, no stalls on the toilets." "Yea, looks like we will get to know everything about everybody pretty quickly," chuckled Erik. "Kind of odd seeing Nicolas, but getting nothing from him in terms of recognition. He was all business." As we got to a shady spot on the grass, we sat down near two other guys who were laying on their stomachs with their faces close enough to engage in easy conversation. Both were obviously in great shape. One had long legs, blonde curly hair and vibrant blue eyes. The other was a bit shorter, had black hair, but very short and brown eyes. "Nice way to put you at ease for the first day of school isn't it?" said the blonde with a bit of contempt in his voice. "I'm Jason Barndt." "Luke Donovan and Erik Mauer," I said introducing Erik and myself. The guys on the ground reached their hands up and shook our hands. "Matt Bradley," said the fourth guy. "My dad wouldn't say much of anything about this place, and so far, I'm not getting a warm fuzzy feeling about things," said Jason. "Well, we knew it wasn't going to easy. Our dads weren't specific, but certainly let us know that there would be a lot we would just have to accept," I explained as Erik and I sat down cross legged next to the other boys. "My dad said the same, but the no doors is just strange. And did you see the bathroom? You can't even take a dump in private," added Matt. "So, I guess they wait until everyone is here before we get whatever it is we are going to wearing." Erik and I suppressed a laugh. "Ah, dude, I don't think we are going to be wearing much of anything most of the time," I said. "How do you know that?" asked Matt. "Didn't you guys go naked around your fathers? We've been taking ski trips and camping with our little brothers and dads for years. Standard protocol for us was never wearing clothes. They called it `going Spartan', so we've just assumed that there wouldn't be a lot of clothing once we got here," explained Erik. Obviously, neither of us was going to bring up that actually knew this to be case given our quick trip to the gym a few weeks earlier. "Unbelievable," said Jason. "I have three sisters, so there was not a lot of chance to be naked with my dad. Now and then we took a couple of trips together and thinking about it, we never wore anything, but I didn't get that was a tradition or anything." At this point, Nicolas and Ian came out of the dorm; they were flanked by two other men in their late 20's. They were slightly shorter than Nicolas, but equally ripped. "Men, rise and form three lines organize by room number, ten in each line. Three feet in back of the man in front of you. Lines straight. Now!" shouted Nicolas. The last word coming very forcefully and letting us know this was not to be a leisurely exercise. Jason was tall, likely around 6' 3". Once he was standing, I could tell he was as well built I as thought. His six pack very evident. His dick was uncut and hanging a good 4 inches soft. He stood next to me as we exchanged room numbers. He was in room 9. There were 30 guys the three lines. The lines were not as clean and straight as they could have been. "I said, form up in straight lines! Stand like you are proud to be here," yelled Nicolas. The lines moved and each of us stood straighter and taller. As we did this, we saw the doors of the gymnasium open. A line of naked men emerged. They all had small packs on their backs. As the men approached where we were standing, I could see that they were all about our age, perhaps a bit older. They each entered our formation and stood behind each of us. "Recruits, you have indicated that you wish to enter Sparta College. Is this accurate?" asked Nicolas. "Yes," we shouted. "The Spartan code will guide your life. The Spartan code will ensure while are you within these walls and after you leave, you always have support in time of need and partners in time of pleasure," said Ian, now standing next to Nicolas. "Will you apply yourself completely to learning and abiding by the Spartan Code?" "Yes," we shouted again. "Do you understand that by taking this oath, you swear fidelity to the activities of Sparta, the code itself, and all that goes on between Spartans here and outside?" "Yes," we shouted again. "The man standing behind you is your guide and mentor. You are his charge. For the next two years, you will become more intimate with him than you have been with any other person in your life. You will share a room. You will share your life stories. You will share meals. You will share everything. Within these walls and once you leave, your mentor is your source of guidance and support. At any time, if you are in need, they are honor bound to respond. With no regard to possessions or safety, they are honor bound to give all they have to help you," explained Nicolas. "Recruits, do you accept the man behind you as your guide and mentor and agree to be guided by Spartan Code?" asked Ian. "Yes," we shouted. I knew about the relationship of a mentor and charge, given my and Erik's dads' relationship, but I had never heard it laid out so plainly. I was struck by the depth of the commitment. I had no idea who was standing behind me. All I knew was that our lives would be forever connected from this point forward. "Mentors! You are about to take a solemn vow that you can not violate on pain of death. As long as you have breath and means, you will honor this vow," said Ian. "Place your hand on your charge's shoulder and repeat after me. `I willingly take this man as my charge'." In voices louder than I expected, the men repeated the phrase. I felt my charge's hand on my right shoulder. His grip was firm and strong, but not painful. "I pledge that as long as I have breath, this man will not want. He will not suffer, if I can aid him. I will assist him as he learns the Spartan Code. I will share with him the pleasures of my life. Before my brothers and fellow Spartans, I make this oath on pain of death." The mentors shouted the message after Ian said each phrase. The words struck me with the solemnity intended. This still faceless man behind me would put his life on the line to help me from this point forward. He didn't know me, didn't know who I was, but yet was binding himself to me for the rest of his life. "Mentors, come around and face your charges," said Nicolas. "Charges, you see before you a man who has just pledged his life to yours. He has placed his trust in your fathers and uncles and their judgment that you are worthy of being a Spartan. His pledge to you is greatest gift a man can give another. Your gratitude should be equal to the depth of his gift." I looked my guide in the eye. We were the same height. His short hair was dark and his eyes blue. While his face was solemn, his eyes betrayed a bit of a smile as we gazed at each other for that first moment. The words about gratitude stuck in my mind. Given what I had already learned, I knew there would be things we would be doing to show our gratitude. "Recruits, drop to one knee and take your guides right hand in your hands," commanded Ian. This brought me face level with his cock. It seemed slightly enlarged. He also was uncut and, of course, had no pubic hair. No one in my class at high school still had their foreskin and now the two cocks I had just seen were both uncut. Looking up at my mentor, I already felt a kinship for him. "Recruits, repeat after me," said Nicolas. "I humbly accept your offer of support when I am in need. I will depend on you to educate me on the Spartan code. I will take joy in your offer of shared pleasure. I will express my gratitude in all ways and whenever called upon." I looked up into the blue eyes of my mentor as I repeated each word. I sensed a bond already forming as he looked down on me. "On your feet," said Nicolas. Up and down the line, mentors gave a hand in helping each of us up and put an arm our shoulders. "Each day for the next week, you will gather here and repeat these oaths," said Nicolas. "With each repetition, your oaths will become more real, because as each day passes, you will better understand the depth of this oath."