Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 19:29:59 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming A Spartan, Chapter 9 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 9 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: Well, the next several chapters will be an introduction to life at Sparta College for the boys and for the readers. I hope you are enjoying it. I really would love to hear from a few more people. I promise the sex content will continue to increase. I have some future chapters written, but would love to hear any ideas you have. This story is a complete work of fiction. To my knowledge, no school like Sparta College exists. As the story continues, it may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts 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. I hope you enjoy it. Email me at spartaguy23@gmail.com Chapter 9 Stefan was in the room next to ours when I walked back to my room. Jason was sitting cross legged on one bed, his nice cock lying on his low hanging balls. Stefan and the guy who I assumed was Jason's mentor were sitting on the other bed. "Hi Luke, I'm Trevor James," said the brown haired, brown eyed young man. He was average height, but had very broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had a friendly face, but wasn't smiling. We shook hands as I sat on the bed with Jason. "I just don't get some of this shit," said Jason. "No privacy, always being naked. It's just weird. Not to mention all of the guys jacking off in the shower. I can't believe they just did that in front of everyone." "Well, I've been pretty open about my body my whole life, but some of it is a surprise for me as well," I said. "Like I told you before earlier today, I've been used to being naked around guys since I can remember. There were even a couple of times when my buddy, our brothers and dads all saw each other jerking off. I was nervous when we did that, but we treated as something natural, so I never gave it second thought." "You saw you're dad stroking his cock?" asked Jason incredulously. "I've barely seen my dad naked. That would just blow my mind. He never said anything about Sparta being like this." "Well, my dad said he couldn't really tell us about what went on here," I said, "but he did talk about the philosophy on pleasure and sex and said the same thing the Headmaster did. That we should enjoy sex whenever we have the opportunity, as long as everyone is cool with what's going on." "That's exactly it," added Stefan. "The nudity is part of the tradition of Sparta going back to ancient times. It's part of how we honor the past and our heritage. Sex was looked at very differently then as well. There is no reason to hide the fact that you are jacking off, because there is no shame in it. It's something virtually every male does, so why not do it openly and enjoy it?" "Well, I guess jerking off is one thing, but why do they want to know if we had sex before we got here?" asked Jason. "I know," I said. I remembered that Nicolas had said Jason was going to need some prompting. "It was a little embarrassing admitting that I haven't actually fucked a girl yet. The most my girlfriend in high school would do was to give me really shitty blow jobs." All of the guys chuckled. "Yea, well, I couldn't even get mine to do that," admitted Jason. "I just feel like the other guys have done so much more than me in that area. All of my buddies just assumed that I was getting the same as they were. I was too embarrassed to tell them I was getting blueballed every date I went on." "I think most of your buddies were also telling tales as well," said Trevor. "If high school boys were getting as much pussy as they tell their friends they were getting, the teen pregnancy rates would be double what they are." Another round of laughter went around the room. Jason's mood seemed like it was improving a bit. "My dad just said to be open to whatever goes on and whatever happens," I said. "Don't judge things, just let them happen. It's kind of like at the gym this afternoon. At first, it was kind of weird, but after we started lifting and using the machines, it didn't even sink in that everybody was naked." "Your right," Jason realized. "At first, I was really uncomfortable, but then we just got into it. I didn't even think about being naked until all of the guys started stroking in the shower." "Just remember what the Headmaster said about pleasure and acceptance," said Trevor. "Your body will start to tell you things and urge you to go places. Let yourself go and accept it." We heard Nicolas' voice informing us that it was time for supper. It struck me that we hadn't eaten in hours. So much had happened, including a strenuous workout, I hadn't even thought about food, but now that the topic had come up, I realized I was hungrier than I had been in a long time. The dining room was spare, as expected. Bare tables and plastic chairs that were cold when we sat on them. In front of each us was a small amount of roast beef, a small amount of potatoes and gravy and some green beans. I figured this was just the first helping and we could go back for more once we had wolfed this down. "What is in front of you is the size of your servings for this meal," said Nicolas. "Breakfast and lunch will have similar portions. Do all of the men of the incoming class wish they had double the amount of what is in front of him?" "Yes!" we screamed. "Do you require double rations to build your strength for what you will face the next two weeks," asked Nicolas even louder. "Yes!" we screamed even louder, thinking the more exuberantly we yelled, the greater the chance of getting double what was in front of us. "Mentors, your charges have expressed a need," Nicolas said in a much quieter voice. Immediately, all of the mentors picked up their plates and moved their food to our plates. "It pleases me and I take pride in following the Spartan Code in order to fulfill your need," the mentors said looking directly into our eyes. Before we could say anything, Nicolas said in a loud voice, "The rest of the meal and evening will be in contemplative silence." We had obviously been set up and we knew it. But the point had been made. If we needed something, our mentors would provide it if they could. While we were all hungry and would have otherwise practically inhaled the meal, we ate more slowly, halfway expecting that at some point, we would be told to give what remained on our plates back to our mentors. That command never came. "Leave your dishes on the tables and stop at the door on your way out," said Nicolas. As we got up to leave, I caught Erik's eye. We hadn't been able to talk to each other all day. We both had been exposed to a small part of the Code, but this had a great deal more meaning because it was with our mentors. Our exchanged glance confirmed that he was as moved as I was. Stefan and I were second in line behind Jason and Trevor, so we heard and saw what was to happen to us. There was a table with plastic straps next to the door. Hold out your right hands," said Nicolas. "The relationship of a charge and mentor is the closest relationship you will form as an adult. Closer than that of your wife, should you choose to marry. You must be comfortable sharing all things with your mentor. Each night for the next two weeks, your hands will be joined for the night." The plastic straps were designed to function as handcuffs. Jason had a look of dread on his face as his wrist was joined with Trevor's. We would obviously be sleeping in the same small bed as our mentors. Given how we were attached, it was obvious we would be spooning. It had been a long day, I had no idea what time it was, but knew a lot of time had passed since my dad had dropped me off earlier in the day. Looking out the window, of our room, it was already very dark out. We nodded goodnight to Jason and Trevor and entered our room. Stefan pulled the sheet and blanket back from the bed and motioned that we should get in. Since we still weren't supposed to talk, it was a bit awkward, but soon, we were both in the bed, me in front of him. It struck me that I had never shared a bed with anyone before. Though Erik and I were often in bed when we engaged in sexual play, we always had our own beds or sleeping bags and went back to them after we had cum. With Mia, it was always something we snuck in while our parents were gone, but never a long leisurely encounter followed by a night of cuddling in the glow of the timid sex acts we had engaged in. I was facing the wall, Stefan slid his left arm under my neck so it formed somewhat of a pillow. His right hand rested on my hip. The beds were barely big enough for one, so Stefan and I lay so that our bodies touched from his chest down to our feet. I could feel his soft cock nestled in my ass. His warm breath on my neck was both arousing and comforting. I sighed and slightly pushed my ass against his dick. I could feel it start to respond. Stefan's hand started to play with my cock. The day had been long and eventful and rapidly caught up with me. The last thing I remember was Stefan playing with my still limp dick and him slowly pumping his hardening cock against the crack of my ass. "Up and outside of your rooms!" yelled Nicolas. His voice startled me out of a deep sleep. I could feel Stefan's hard cock planted in the crack of my ass and his hand on my now hard cock. We both began moving, standing up and drowsily moving toward the door to our room. "Out of your rooms!" repeated Nicolas. "You are reacting too slowly! Move!" Eyes still adjusting to the light, we quickly got into the hall. The doors to rooms were staggered, so we could see most of the buys on our wing of the dorm. If you take 18 and 20 year old guys out of bed immediately after they wake up, one thing will be in evidence on all of them. As I gazed down the hall, everyone had at least a mild hard on. "I think your body is telling your mind something Jason," Nicolas said quietly as he walked by him. I looked over and Jason's dick as standing rock hard. It was a nice looking member, about the same size as mine. Thinking back, I had come twice the day before and was still sporting wood, but Jason likely had not had an orgasm. No wonder he was hard. "Use the restroom and then report for breakfast. And please wait until your morning hard ons go down a bit, impressive as they are, some of you have enough problem aiming when your dicks are soft, I have no faith in your ability to hit the target while you are trying to piss straight in the air and expecting it to land in the bowl," joked Nicolas. "Right Justin," he said as he gave Justin's cock a playful stroke. Justin was one of the two black freshmen at Sparta that year. His cock was cut, hard and a little longer than mine, but was definitely thicker. Justin would fill up whatever hole it put his dick in for sure. Some of the guys started mumbling things to each other. "Maintain silence until breakfast is over and the Headmaster's address is complete," said Nicolas. As we started to actually wake up, our cocks were slowly going down a bit. Everyone's except Jason's. His was still pointing straight at the ceiling. As we got to the bathroom, we realized that having our hands cuffed together was going to present a bit of a problem in taking a leak. I was slightly ahead of Stefan, so I stepped up to the urinal and he stood directly behind me. Before, I realized it, Stefan had grabbed my dick and pointed it toward the urinal. As my flow subsided, Stefan shook my cook many more than the three times after which it becomes playing with it. We traded places and I returned the favor. As I glanced up and down the rows, I could see that some of the pairs were holding each other's cocks just as we were. Next to us, Jason's dick had finally gone down enough for him to release his morning piss. Trevor was holding Jason's still slightly hard cock. Trevor caught my eye and winked as he slowly shook Jason's dick, which was beginning to get hard again. As we walked handcuffed to each other toward the dining room, I could feel my body telling me that I had worked out harder than ever before. I was unexpectedly sore over most of my body. Yesterday's workout had been long and strenuous and I was feeling it. As we entered, Nicolas was standing with a knife and cut the strips binding us together. Breakfast was again laid out for us and appeared to be the same meager ration as the night before. As we sat down across from our mentors, they, in unison, scraped their eggs, bacon and hash browns onto our plates. "As you recall," explained Nicolas. "Last night when I said that this would be ration size for the near term, all of you responded that you would need double that amount. Your mentors have and will continue to fulfill that need. And yes, that means they will continue to go without food." Even if we had not been told to remain silent, my classmates and I would have been struck dumb. We knew they were as hungry as we were, but this would be the second meal they had missed. Breakfast was finished quickly and we headed outside. As we assembled on the lawn, it was a cool enough to notice that we were naked and lacked any clothing for warmth. I wondered how long into the fall we would gather here in the morning. Without talking, our mentors had us lined up in the right order. The Headmaster appeared at the front of the group and began to address us. "Well, men, yesterday was a good introduction to Sparta. You experienced the development of trust in our shaving exercise, you worked together to further develop your bodies, you know that you should always answer any question truthfully, and lastly you have experienced the benefits of a mentor who would provide for you when you state a need. Do not feel badly for the gift you have been given. Your mentor has given it gladly and freely. To refuse it would be to dishonor him. To apologize for asking would dishonor him. You must thank him for his gift and promise to be of service when and how you can." "Some of you have quickly become accustomed to the openness of Sparta in regards to the body, its functions, and what we have done and will do in regards to pleasure. Every Spartan man you meet has a body to be proud of and is proud of the pleasure he seeks, enjoys, and attains. The concepts of monogamy, heterosexual, homosexual and bisexual are inventions of the last several centuries. They have been created to try to enforce order on a society that could not otherwise control itself. Men of Sparta learn self control as a means of survival, so consequently do not need these rules that have been taught to us as being "natural" and "historic", but which are actually neither. In Sparta, men had sex with multiple men and women, and even young boys. Because we believe all parties must be able to consent to the act, we do not engage in the practice of sexual activity until the people involved are of age, but that is the only change. "Our philosophy returns us to our true nature, which generally means that sexual activity among adults of any sex is pleasurable and desirable. We may be attracted more to one sex from an emotional standpoint and we may enjoy the physical aspects with one sex more than another. We accept wherever you are on that continuum. Being young men in the height of their sexual prowess, you will likely find that you prefer whatever happens to be in front of you at the time,' he said. A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. "Now, we will repeat the Spartan oaths," concluded the Headmaster. Our mentors stood behind us and repeated the words they spoke the day before. Feeling Stefan's hand on my shoulder and knowing that he would go hungry for two days in order to follow his oath, the words carried greater meaning than they had the night before. The feelings were just as strong as we were on our knees looking at our mentors. I knew there would be something big I would have to do to show my gratitude. "Go into the gym," said Nicolas when the oaths were finished. "You will find mats in the room. Charges, lay on stomachs when you get into the room. At this point, you may speak freely." As we walked toward the gym, a number of the pairs walked with an arm around each other's shoulders. I knew each time I repeated the oath, I would grow closer to Stefan. We were one of the pairs with an arm on each other. I felt so comfortable. We happened to be next to Erik and his mentor. It seemed like much more than a day had passed since Erik and I had arrived. He introduced me to his mentor, Bret Simons and I introduced him to Stefan. Bret was Erik's height and build. He also had wavy dark hair. They almost could have been brothers. I could tell by the smile on his face that Erik was feeling as good about Sparta as I was. Our dads had been exactly right, this was going to be a great experience. We exchanged small talk during the short walk to the gym. Bret lived in Southern California. His dad was a partner with some other Spartans in import/export business. He had an older brother who graduated last year. In the gym, there were mats laid out on what we would come to find out was a multipurpose room. By each mat there was a bottle of oil, shaving cream, a razor, and bowl of water. As soon as I was lying on my stomach, Stefan was straddling me. Using the oil, he began massaging my very sore back muscles and shoulders. His technique was very similar to the rub down I had received from Mr. Mauer. "Remember what your mentors are doing and how they are doing it," said Ian. "As soon as they are done giving you a massage, you will be returning the favor." I felt Stefan's fingers dig into the muscles in my back, causing them to release and let go of the tension. It was a great feeling. The massage itself was feeling so good, it was a while before I noticed Stefan's dick sliding up and down my ass. It added to the sensation. I tried to remember the way he was using his fingers, how he applied pressure in certain way. He followed the same order that Erik's dad had done. When he reached my thighs, his fingers were bushing against my balls with casual ease. Though I could no longer feel his hardening cock on my ass, the sensations caused by his fingers brushing slightly on my nut sack were making me hard. Almost as if on cue, the mentors told us to roll over. My cock was definitely hard and Stefan straddled my mid section to work on my chest. I wanted to reach up and play with his nipples as he massaged my chest, but I knew my role was to be the recipient at this point. "The oil being used is a combination of things," said Nicolas. "It is both a sunscreen and moisturizing lubricant. Thankfully, it is also tasteless and odorless. As they continue the massage, the mentors will ensure that the oil is rubbed into your entire body, as we will be spending a good deal of time today outside." I looked to my right and saw Erik and Bret. Erik's dick was very hard as he lay under Bret's taught body. I glanced to my left and saw that Jason's cock was also very hard. Whereas Erik's face was that of contentment, Jason looked a bit conflicted, like he wanted to enjoy what was going, but couldn't quite let himself give in to the sensation. As I continued to watch them, it seemed that Trevor was rubbing his ass up and down on Jason's pulsing cock more than he needed to. Seeing it hard, Jason's cock was impressive. I noticed again how he still had his foreskin and was reminded that the dick of my mentor was also uncut. I returned my gaze to Stefan and looked down my chest to see his hard dick. I so hoped he would bring it up and slip it into my mouth, but he was intent on finishing the task at hand. Stefan got a fresh squirt of oil and began rubbing it on my dick and balls. It felt great. There were a few extra strokes and I was expecting that Stefan was going to make me cum, whether it be with this hand or mouth. For a minute I had a quick fantasy that he would take me up his ass. Unexpectedly, the mentors got off each of their charges indicating it was time to switch. As they got on their stomachs and we were now straddling them, I could see that virtually all of the charges had hard ons. "This massage is part of how you will show gratitude to your mentors," said Nicolas. "You will massage them for twice as long as they have worked on you. It will always be this way. Whatever pleasure they have given you, you must return it more generously." "Get a good amount of oil on your hands," said Ian. "Now, start on the shoulders, concentrate on not just rubbing, but feeling where the tightness and tension is in your mentor's body. Get in touch with their form." What followed was a quick tutorial on muscles and how to get them to relax. So this is where Erik's dad had learned his technique. It was apparent, that mutual massage was part of the Spartan tradition going back at least a generation. Ian and Nicolas were walking around the room giving people hints on how to improve what they were doing. Ian stopped by Jason, who was trying not to have his hard cock slide against Trevor's ass. I could see a drip of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Jason's very stiff dick. Ian slid Jason's body further back so he was directly over his mentor's ass. More position adjustments were made and instructions given, all of which had the opposite effect of what Jason was initially hoping. Ian was ensuring that Jason's now very lubricated cock was repeatedly sliding up and down his mentor's ass crack. There was no danger in his dick actually entering Trevor, but he was fucking his crack with smooth motions as he delivered the massage. "That's it, use your power of your body," said Ian, as he coached Jason. Ian actually, was guiding Jason's body back and forth over Trevor's ass. "But I'm gonna......" was all I heard Jason whisper before his dick erupted in several jets of cum. As Jason was recovering from his intense orgasm, Ian knelt down and whispered, "Happens all the time, dude, just keep on giving the massage." And he used a towel he was holding to clean off Trevor's back and Jason's cock. At the touch of the instructor, Jason flinched a bit, likely from still being very sensitive to the touch as well as the surprise that Ian had so casually took his softening cock in his hands and gently wiped it clean. While the scene next to me was hot to watch, I wasn't that close to cumming, although my cock was still plenty hard. At that point, Nicolas said it was time for the front side. Everyone switched and we began again. As they switched positions, I heard Trevor whisper to Jason, "That was hot dude." Nicolas instructed us on the muscles on the front side of the body and how to properly massage them. Stefan's nipples were hard, but they were not as big as mine got when excited. I was looking forward to applying the lotion to Stefan's genitals. I wanted to hold and examine his cock up close. He was still hard when I started to apply the lotion. I used both of my hands while rubbing to ensure that he was very well oiled. I was enjoying the feel of his nice dick in my hands. I was fascinated by the foreskin as I stroked it up and down. His cock was about the same size as mine, but not quite as thick. I was stroking him in a smooth steady rhythm. I started to lower my head to it, but Stefan shook his head no. I looked around and no one was giving their mentors a blow job, but many were openly massaging the hard cocks sticking up from the hard bodied young men lying on the floor, including Jason. "Okay, massage time is over," said Nicolas. "It's time to shave. Charges, lather up your mentor's genitals and shave them smooth from above their cocks down to their ass. You will also be shaving their faces." While I was looking forward to being able to play with Stefan's dick and balls, I was very nervous about using a razor on someone, especially in that area. Even though we had a regular multi-blade razor, as opposed to a straight edge, all of the charges were a bit hesitant to start our task. I decided to start with the hair above Stefan's dick. I started to shave him, moving his still very hard dick around as I shaved the hair. I glanced at Jason and saw that while he was handling Trevor's cock, he was very tentative in terms of both the shaving and touching another guy's cock. Stefan's nut sack had contracted a bit, so there wasn't a lot of extra skin that needed to be dealt with. I was very much enjoying the feel of Stefan's balls in my hand. As I shaved them, I softly caressed them as well, prompting some soft moans from Stefan. Soon, I had completed my task and took a towel and wiped the remains of the shaving cream off Stefan's cock and balls. As he sat up, I applied the shaving cream to his face. Shaving his face was much easier than shaving his genitals, but not as much fun. When the task was completed by everyone, Nicolas spoke again. "Return to your rooms, get in your running shoes and jocks and meet on the lawn in front of your dorms." Apparently, Jason was the only one who would have an orgasm during the massage and shave. It seemed odd that virtually all of us were walking out with hard dicks that were begging for relief. "I'm so sorry," said Jason to Trevor as we were walking out. "It's just that I hadn't cum in three days, and when-" "Haven't you been listening?" Trevor cut him off. "Never apologize for what your body is telling you. Your body obviously needed the release. It's all cool." And with that Trevor put his arm around Jason's shoulder as they walked to the room. Stefan and I exchanged an understanding wink.