Endangered Species Chapter 17

I giggled, "Ok cool," before picking up the jug and coming back over to where Rob was sitting.

"Would you like some more to drink Sir?" I gave Rob a pouty look, flicking my head a bit so my hair bounced a little.

In one of the several guest roles I now had to play, I looked at the boy, eyeing him in a completely undisguised sexually assessing way, and held out a glass. "Young Eros is growing up nicely, Mykos," I said as though to the boy's father, "Has he taken a lover yet?"

"No," I said in a different tone, "I am a little concerned that he may still be too content with his slave boy. Boys should be boys, of course, but there comes a time when they should become bigger boys, understand that they are no longer paedos but are now epebes."

"How true," I drawled as another guest, waving my glass at Eros, "The boy seems fit for bedding." When Eros came near I made no pretence of concealing what I was doing and slipped a hand under his chiton and gave his arse a feel.

I had been expecting the touch but still gave a little yelp as the hand fondled my bum. I imagined this happening in front of my dad and felt a bit embarrassed. If my father had been strict I wouldn't want to have upset his guests so carried on pouring the drink, wriggling a bit as I did so.

Rob was giving my bum a good feel, stroking it and groping each cheek and my cock started to get hard. Trying to imagine this all being normal I risked a look at Rob, giving him a little smirk and licking my lips a bit in what I hoped was a flirty way.

I took my hand away from Eros' bum and ignored the flirty look; that guest wasn't interested in making a play for the boy, only in having a social grope.

"I believe I have seen him at the Gymnasium," I said as yet another guest, "I believe I noticed how skillfully he threw the discus." The stance required to throw that in the Greek way would, of course, have displayed a boy's naked body totally and utterly, perhaps a reason why it was a popular exercise amongst boys of thirteen, freshly old enough to be ephebes - teenagers. "I shall search again when next I visit there, perhaps Eros would throw again for me?"

"Perhaps," I was a bit put out that the hand had been taken away I had been enjoying having my bum touched.

"But perhaps I will be throwing it for another man," I flicked my head again as if I was not interested anyway, though I couldn't help but give Rob's cock a look.

"I believe you may have given the boy thoughts other than those he has for his slave," I sniggered as another guest, "I do believe also that your glass is empty, Pericles. Perhaps you should ask the boy to fill it."

"I suspect that Eros fills where he wishes to fill," the first guest said, "As he throws his discus where he will."

The sexual innuendo was blatant, as was the lascivious look I gave Eros.

I couldn't help but snigger and making sure I left my bum near Rob's hand bent over and slowly filled up his glass.

"Is that enough Sir?" I gave Rob a sly smile, speaking in an exaggerated good boy voice. "Or do you want some more?"

"A little more, I think," I said, and moved my hand round to the front, helping myself to a good fondle of the boy's freshly shaved bits, and very much enjoying the different feel. Eros, as one would expect, reacted in the only way a boy could, and hardened up nicely.

"Have you no boy, Pericles?" I asked in the voice of Eros' father, "I thought that the son of Aristides was your companion."

"He was," I gave a stage sigh, "But alas, the boy found my charms did not match his. Alexandros is his present lover, I believe."

"Ah," said Eros father, "And Eros attracts your eye?"

"And his hand," another guest sniggered. "As he would attract the hands of all he allows within reach."

I giggled a bit as I carried on pouring. My cock was hard and my shaved skin felt amazing in Rob's hand. He didn't wank me, instead just gently stroked and fondled my bits and I realised I enjoyed being touched in this way.

"Don't I get a say in it Father?" If my dad had been strict back then I guessed I wouldn't be talking back to him, but I thought I would get away with being a bit cheeky from time to time especially if his friends found what I was saying amusing.

"You are known to be of liberal mind, Mykos," a guest said, "But is your mind so liberal as to allow the boy to speak in such a way?"

"The boy will give his favours where he will, provided only that the man he chooses is a citizen and can afford to bear arms. Surely you know that there is no better way of having a boy do that you do not wish him to do than by forbidding him to do it? It is the natural wish of a boy to take a lover, should the boy have no choice in who it is that enjoys his charms? Pericles, you say you have no boy as your companion; should you wish to court Eros you have my blessing. Eros may wish to receive your attentions, he may not. That choice is his."

As Pericles I continued to fondle Eros' hard cock, playing with his foreskin and cupping his newly completely smooth balls. "If Eros wishes for my attentions," I smiled at the boy, "I shall be at the Gymnasium tomorrow."

I gulped and guessed that back then I might be in a bit of trouble for playing up during the party.

"Sorry Father," I tried to look apologetic which was hard with Rob still fondling my privates. I was enjoying the attention and I was now sporting a proper stiffy.

"I will be at the gymnasium tomorrow," I gave Rob a coy smile, tilting my head again. "And I will practise the discus if you say you will come and watch." I wanted Rob to know I like his attention and wanted more.

"I shall be there," I smiled, "Though I fear I may not be able to promise that my attention will be fully on the way you throw." I gave the boy's solid cock a gentle rub, "Other matters may distract me." A squeeze of his cock and a wink to make sure he knew what I meant.

I giggled, enjoying the attention. "Maybe not all my attention will be on practising," I gave Rob a sly smile and licked my lips again.

"Mine is," I grinned, out of role now, "I want to practice feeling you up!" I blew him a kiss and told him to grab two more spliffs from the tin and then come and sit down and be fondled.

I giggled and got the spliffs. Instead of sitting next to Rob I perched on his knee and put the small spliff in my mouth so he could light it.

"That was cool Dad," I grinned at him, licking my lips and hen taking a little drag on the spliff.

I lit both joints and took a toke at the same time as Eros - he was staying Eros until he left tomorrow - and put a hand on his thigh, relishing the feel of his now completely smooth skin. He had felt lush before he was shaved, now he was total delight, his smooth skin warm and silky under my hand.

"How did it feel?" I asked, "Being a boy that everyone knew was going to have sex with a man and thought it was the proper thing for you to do?"

"I liked it," I answered straight away as it was true. "Like at first I was a bit embarrassed but then I thought boys back then wouldn't be. I liked all the attention and that men could touch you and stuff."

Looking thoughtfully at Rob I took another drag on my spliff before blowing out the smoke. "Do you think I look sexy with my face done like this?" I was enjoying wearing the make-up, enjoying the thought of somehow making myself look nicer for a man.

"Incredibly sexy," I told him. "I mean, I've always thought that you looked sexy, even in hoody and puffy jacket and in the dark as well, but like this, well, it's more than just 'sexy', you're a boy who knows he's sexy, enjoys being sexy and wants to make the most if it. Enjoy being a boy," I told him seriously, and then, possibly, ruined the seriousness of it by stroking his thigh and going for his cock. "Feel more sexy now you're smooth?" I asked as I let my fingers play around where his pubes had been a bit earlier on.

"Yeah I love it" I moaned a little a Rob fondled me and put my spliff down so I could snuggle into him a bit more.

"It makes me feel all tingly when you touch me and makes me feel all naked and sexy." I waited for Rob to put his own spliff down and went in for a snog.

"Not mad at me for getting you to do it?" I asked between mouthfuls of Eros' tongue.

"No I love it," I had my arms wrapped around Rob now so I could get as close to him as possible. "I want to shave it all off all the time." Like a lot of boys I had spurts of sudden enthusiasm for new things.

"Might change your mind in a bit," I sniggered into his mouth, "Shaved at fourteen or fifteen you'll have serious problems in keeping cocks out of your bum."

I followed the giggle with another mouthful of boy tongue, still finding it difficult to really believe that the wonderful boy I was snogging was really mine. I wished I could keep him all the time, not have to take him home ever. Not just for the sex, either, though there'd be plenty of that, but just having him around would be wonderful in itself.

"You're beautiful, and I love you," I whispered in his ear before nibbling it.

I moaned and buried my head in Rob's chest as he nibbled my ear. "I love you too Dad," I didn't say it in a sexy or teasing way, just in a quiet truthful voice.

I wished Rob was my real dad and I could stay with him whenever I wanted. He was so cool and clever and funny and I loved being with him, just hanging out would be cool.

"Why can't you go out with my mum and live in our house?" I giggled when I said it as I knew it was silly.

"You think your mum would mind having a boyfriend who had her son as a boyfriend?" I tried to say that with a straight face, but failed miserably and we both had a fit of weed aided giggles. "Don't want to let you go," I said and held him tight and close, "Want you around all the time." Then tried to lighten things by adding, "And not just for your cock and bum. Mostly, maybe, but not completely." I waited a few seconds, then tried for giggles again, "Cos you're great at snoggin' an' all!"

I giggled and snuggled into Rob's embrace.

"Yeah she wouldn't like it," I was still giggling a bit and enjoying being held by him. "It would be cool if I could come round whenever I wanted though without sneaking about." I couldn't think of a way I could explain visiting Rob to mum, even if he was a teacher she would want to know why I was going to a grown man's house.

"I guess that's one of the advantages Eros had over Dylan," I sympathised, "Eros' father knew his son would want to go to bed with a man, Dylan's mother has nightmares about there being a man who wants to get at her son's cock and bum. And I reckon that a poor writer of boys' adventure stories would be a prime suspect, cos if he writes about boys he must want to bum them. Not that I'm really that poor," I giggled, "And if that story you got the wank version of sells as well as I hope, then I'll be a lot less poor. Do want to get at your bum, though," I giggled. Weed before lunch is for special occasions only!

I giggled as well. "Do you think your book will sell loads?" I liked the idea of loads of people reading a book about me and Ethan, though I liked the idea of Rob 'getting at my bum' more.

"Ever read any of the adventure stories by Robert Culverhouse?" I asked.

I shook my head. I had never heard of him.

"How about Robert Raleigh?" I knew several of those books were used in Primary schools and in English Departments in a lot of Comprehensives as well.

"Yeah I think so, why's that?"

"Cos he's playing with your cock right now," I grinned, and demonstrated exactly what that particular writer did with the cocks of boys.

"Oh cool, you wrote all those books?" I was a bit surprised but guessed that Rob had a job like most grownups. His just turned out to be a lot cooler.

As he played with my cock again I let out a little moan and started trying to hump his hand.

"So what would my father have done after the party? Would he be annoyed that I had been cheeky?"

"Slow down," I warned Eros, "We don't want to waste any more spunk! Even for the pleasure of spanking you," I grinned at him. "No, Eros' father would have been delighted that his son was perfectly normal, and was after a man to kiss him, wank him, suck him and. no doubt, bum him, and wasn't just happy with fucking his young slave boy."

I giggled, "That's cool. I wish it was like that now." I was horny so found orders to resist humping at Rob's hand, which was temptingly close to my cock. I was half tempted to do it just to provoke Rob into spanking me but decided to do what he said and not waste any more spunk.

"So if you were my father back then would you punish me if I was naughty?" The weed had given me a bit of a buzz and I was up for some fun.

"Good heavens, no!" I pretended to sound shocked, "That would be done by your tutor. But, being a caring father, I would probably have observed, just to make sure that he was caning you hard enough, of course." I stroked boy thigh, guessing what was sliding around in Eros' mind.

I giggled a bit and fidgeted around in Rob's lap.

"Can I try the cane?" I eventually asked, taking the plunge. Game for it as I was, the idea scared as well as exciting me.

"Won't do it gently," I warned Eros, "The cane hurts, that's the whole point of it. You screamed when I used the crop, and that would feel like tickles compared with the cane."

I fidgeted for a moment. The idea still scared me and part of me wanted Rob to do it gently. But the bigger part of me wanted to feel like Eros would have felt.

"I want to have it like Eros would have got it." I knew that meant it would hurt but also knew that would mean it was realistic.

"Good boy," I cuddled him tight, "You are Eros, remember. And in your dirty little mind I have a feeling that you want to find out if it's a sexy as it sounds. It is, by the way, I've known boys to spunk when they're being caned. And I also suspect that in that gay, dirty mind of yours, you have the idea that the more I make you scream the more you belong to me, and that every time you do scream the more I'll love you. Bit kinky, isn't it?"

I snuggled into Rob's cuddle, happy and safe in his embrace.

"Yeah I'm your boy," I mumbled it but loud enough for Rob to hear. I liked that idea, liked that I somehow belonged to him and definitely liked the idea that the game would be kinky.

"I know you love me," I tried to reassure Rob in case he was worried about me not liking him after the caning. "I just want to know what it feels like."

"It'll hurt bad, you'll scream and cry buckets, and next time we have a weekend you'll fetch the cane for me because you'll want it again," I told him, "Some of the things we do there's no going back from, cos you won't want to go back."

Another cuddle and mouthful of boy tongue, after which I told him that I knew he loved me too and how wonderful it would be if we could be together lots, lots more.

"Want lunch first?" I asked.

I shook my head. I was too excited by the idea of a caning to think about lunch.

"Okay," I said, pleased with his answer simply because the thought of caning him, leaving red stripes on his perfect arse, hearing him scream, excited me as much as the thought of pain was exciting Eros.

"Chiton off," I ordered, "Over to the table, grasp the edge firmly and bend so your arse is a nice target."

While he was doing that I got a cane from my toy box, a wicked, whippy thing that would probably produce a scream at the first stroke, but designed so that it wouldn't break skin. I took out a bottle of after-spank as well, a not too mild anaesthetic to take away the worst of the pain when it was over.

"I doubt that you'll be able to take more than three," I warned him, "But if you want to go beyond that then you need a safe word. Won't be any good screaming and begging me to stop because I won't. If you yell 'Hate you', then I'll stop at once. Okay?"

I wriggled out of the chiton and lay it over the edge of the sofa so I could put it back on later.

Nervously I made my way over to the table so I was holding the edge with my arms outstretched. I was bent over, not quite at ninety degrees but still so my head was fairly low and my bum stuck out. I was shivering a bit in anticipation and could feel my balls swinging a little as I fidgeted.

"Got it," I told Rob when he said about the safe word. I was curious to see how much it really hurt.

I almost changed my mind when Eros bent over, offering his arse for punishment; the urge to fuck him instead was very, very strong.

I dragged the cane slowly over his bare bum, building up his anticipation of the pain to come, and then hit him.

The cane whistled though the air and landed with a loud 'crack'. The boy's arse clenched tight as the cane landed and the pain seared through him. His arse clenched, relaxed and clenched again as his body tried to deal with the pain.

"Aasghhhhh" I hadn't meant to scream but as soon as the cane hit me the first time I knew I would not be able to stop myself.

The anticipation had almost been too much for me and I thought this would be the worst bit, but nothing had prepared me for how much it hurt afterwards. It seemed to leave a white hot line across my bum and without thinking I let go of the table and tried to rub the pain away.

Eros' scream was a delight to my ears, I know it shouldn't have been but it was. This wasn't simply a perv caning a boy, it was a proof of love between that perv and that boy and his scream was like a pure note of music.

It hurt, more than just hurt, as it was meant to, and now this was the hardest part for the boy. The pain of that first slash wouldn't go away, not until it was replaced by the pain of the second.

"Hands back on the table edge," I said quietly, and waited till Eros obeyed, and when he was ready I hit him again. This one was just below the first, the bright red line already visible making aiming simple. I put a bit more wrist into this one so it landed just that bit harder. He screamed again, a note higher and a decibel or two louder, and again I was treated to the sight of his arse clenching and unclenching, and seeing his body heave as he tried to fight tears.

I put my head down whimpering. This was much more painful than the spanking and I knew there was no chance I could do it without screaming.

With my head down I had to look back between my legs so couldn't really see what Rob was going to do next.

Eros didn't let go of the table this time, but his young hands were clasping and unclasping at the edge as he tried to will himself to take it.

The third, again slightly harder, landed above the other two and with less time for him to recover and adjust, the pain went from pain to agony. The crack of the cane on bum flesh and the scream it produced were almost simultaneous, a scream that would have scared away the birds in the garden if there'd been any there.

I thought three was all he'd be able to take, and I relaxed, waiting till he got his sobs under control, and waiting for him to come away from the table so I could cuddle him.

I was sobbing now, the tears running down my cheeks. My bum felt like it was on fire and I desperately wanted the caning to stop and to be able to rub it better.

But part of me also wanted to experience more, I could feel the three lines on my bum as hot stripes of pain and wanted Rob to give me a fourth.

"That's three, love, I said gently, "You've shown how brave you are."

"Just one more," I knew it would hurt like hell but wanted to feel it one last time.

I stroked his sweaty, naked back, the effort of struggling with the pain making the perspiration leak out of him.

"Okay," I whispered, "Just one more."

I whimpered a bit and put my head down, screwing my eyes closed.

It was the last, and I understood that the boy needed it to be the hardest, so I didn't disappoint him. The crack was loud, his arse almost went into convulsions, but it was a second or two before the scream came; his brain had to absorb how much it hurt before it could tell his lungs to let air out.

I let out what felt like the longest scream of my life before putting my head down and sobbing. My bum felt like it was on fire and it was a few minutes before I could bring myself to straighten up.

Slowly I turned around, my face covered in tears. I wiped at my snotty nose, and realised I must look a bit of a mess.

"Beautiful, brave boy," I whispered as I cuddled him into my arms, not caring that his tears and snot were blubbering over my shoulder. "Love you so much."

I let him experience the pain for a bit longer, pain was, after all what it had all been about, and then rubbed the after-spank on his burning bum.

"Love you Dad," I was still crying a bit as Rob gathered me into his arms. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped them around me, crying into his chest until my tears eventually stopped.

"Know you do," I soothed him, "Couldn't have coped with that if you didn't. And you did more than just cope with it, going for the extra one was sheer bravery. I'm so proud of you, so proud."
I held him tight while he got himself back together, the pain in his bum still there, but only enough to be a reminder of what he'd done, the agony soothed away by the after-spank.
Better have a wash," I smiled at him, "And we'd better do your make up again if you still want to be a sexy Athenian boy."

I gave him a shy smile realising that I must look a mess and followed Rob to the bathroom.

And I definitely did look a mess! Looking back at me from the bathroom mirror was a boy with smeared make up all over his face which was wet and snotty from crying. Rob handed me a flannel and I washed my face clean, before perching on the side of the bath.

I had thought I would sit there while he redid my make up, but as soon as my bum touched the metal I jumped up. It hurt like hell to sit and I realised I would feel the caning for much longer than the spanking.

My eyes weren't closed this time so I got to watch Rob apply the blusher to my cheeks and shadow to my eyes. I was fascinated by how he built up my look, adding different bits of colour to different places and slowly transforming me back into Eros.

"Can I try?" Rob handed me the lipstick he had just applied to my lips and with his help I added another coat. I liked the way the lipstick felt and blushed a bit at wanting something so girly.

"I really like this," I admitted, admiring my lips in the mirror.

"Be no school showers for you for the rest of this term," I grinned, "take a look at your bum in the mirror and tell me that isn't one of the sexiest things you've seen."

I knew the boy was proud of those red stripes, they proved something important to him.

"And you will have some explaining to do to Ethan when you next do stuff, no pubes and a caned bum. You can stick your finger up at him and say, 'Who's the gay boy now, then?' Now, get that chiton back on before I fuck you here and now!" He knew I didn't mean that, but I suspected that he half-hoped that I did!

I didn't follow Rob immediately, instead I spent a little while admiring the four angry red stripes across my bum.

They still hurt like hell but I had to admit they looked pretty cool. They were the nearest thing I could have to a tattoo and I liked idea that they marked me as Rob's boy.

Going back downstairs I got back into the costume with a bit of help from Rob. The curls hadn't come out of my hair and I looked like Eros again, though when I bent over the chiton rode up and showed off the stripes.

"Who's a pretty boy, then," I squawked, imitating a parrot, "Pretty boy, pretty, boy."

I led him up to the kitchen and started on the steaks and chips - if previous experience was anything to go by, Eros could probably manage half a cow!

"Wasn't what I'd had in mind for this morning," I said as I cooked, "But no complaints. A certain boy who I just happen to be in love with learned an awful lot about himself this morning."

My bum was still sore so I didn't sit down, instead leaning on the counter as Rob started cooking. The food smelt great and I was definitely ready for something to eat!

"So if boys back then didn't go to school all together how did they make friends?" It was the small things about life back then that I found interesting, and liked thinking about how it would feel to live there.

"Often groups of boys would go to a philosopher together, learn how to think and debate, just like you did earlier. And then there was the Gymnasium, of course. Boys would exercise and train together, and as they did that in the nude, of course, I guess they made friends fairly easily." I grinned over my shoulder at Eros , guessing he would pick up on the implications.

I laughed a bit at the thought of me and all my friends doing exercise naked. It seemed so strange but back then I supposed they would of thought that wearing special clothes for exercise that got all sweaty and needed washing after one wear was stupid.

"So if me and Ethan had lived back then would our mates have taken the piss if we had been snogging?" I wondered if boys back then were just supposed to get horny with men and their slaves or if mates were OK as well.

"More likely that they'd have queued up, waiting to be next," I grinned. "They weren't supposed to fuck, though, it just wasn't the done thing. Get your cock between the other boy's thighs and fuck your spunk out that way. That was the way men were supposed to do it with boys as well, but it's a dead cert that bums got used. Slave boys, of course, you could fuck whenever you wanted. Different customs," I sighed, "Things don't always change for the best."

I laughed out loud. "So mates would put their cocks between each other's legs and spunk if they were horny?" It seemed a weird way of doing it but I could see how it might be fun.

"So what did they do for fun?" Rob gave me a look as if to say 'what sexy type fun' and I giggled in response.

"Not like that, I mean like me and my mates play footie or Xbox, what did they do?"

"Try it that way later, if you fancy," I smiled, pretty sure that Eros would be up for trying anything that might get spunk out of his cock. "Remember, it might have been a society that knew boys needed to use their cocks, but it was also a society where boys needed to know how to fight. Sports like discus and javelin obviously had a warlike use, and wrestling as well because you might have to carry on fighting after your sword was useless, so you had to know how to break arms and legs and necks and backs. The next war was never far away, so games and sports were athletic and helped train for the battlefield."

"It was quite rough then?" There was a bit of glee on my eyes as I imagined the rough games back then. Me and my mates loved play fighting and bundling each other, though some turns those got out of hand and turned into proper fights when someone pushed someone else too far.

Those usually just involved a bit of shoving and teachers broke them up quickly, but they were exciting to watch although you would be in detention and trouble with your parents if you were involved.

"Shade rough I suppose," I said nonchalantly, "Sparta, for instance, the really big warrior city state, started training boys for war when they were ten or eleven. About twenty out of a hundred were still alive by the time they were sixteen." I waited for that to sink in and wondered what the reaction would be. School playground squabbles weren't in the same class!

I looked shocked, that was a lot rougher than I had expected! "But weren't their parents angry?"

"No. Ashamed that they'd had a son too weak to survive," I said as though such a reaction would be obvious.

My jaw almost dropped open. I couldn't believe that and thought things must have been very different back then.

"Different times, love," I told him, "Some things might have been better for a boy, others not. And don't forget that if your city got involved in a war and lost, the next thing for you would have been the slave market, and you know what happened to pretty slave boys."

I giggled a bit nervously. I was beginning to realise that being a slave wasn't all about being tied up in fun ways.

"But if you were captured couldn't your parents get you back somehow?" I could imagine a pretty rich boy would make a fun slave for someone, though the boy himself might not be having too much fun.

"Father be dead on the battlefield somewhere, being eaten by the crows. You would be too, if you were old enough to fight, but as you're young and pretty you could look forward to a couple of years of fairly constant fucking. So being a slave boy wasn't all bad," I grinned.

I giggled, " Yeah but my owner would just be able to fuck me whenever he wanted. What if he was gross and fat!" I knew I wouldn't have had any choice so gave Rob a shy smile.

"But if he was like you I guess it wouldn't be all bad..." I gave Rob's cock another look, I definitely wanted to be fucked this weekend I decided.

"Win some, lose some," I laughed, "And as long as he wasn't fat enough to squash you, it'd still be a cock up your bum and you know what they say about cocks and boys' bums." I gave him a decidedly wicked look. I didn't know for sure how he felt about having my cock in him, but I did know for sure what both my cock and I felt about it!

I giggled, "Guess you would squash me, though you are pretty old so don't reckon you would have much energy to bum me." I poked out my tongue when Rob laughed at my jokey insult.

"Don't reckon you could beat me in a fight either," I knew Rob could easily overpower me but wanted to let him know that I would be up for playing more games later. Right now my stomach was growling not for food!

I grinned yet again when Eros teased me about bumming him, a tease that gave me definite hope that I'd be able to get my cock inside him later. "Yeh, I am getting on a bit," I sighed, "Probably would be able to bum you more than a couple of times before dinner. But, fortunately, one thing we do have an advantage over the old Greeks in is cock hardeners. We can pop a pill, they had to rely on some sort of witch doctor and filthy potions.

If you're up for it, I've got one more thing to demonstrate to you about being an Athenian boy, and after that you can show me what Eros would have done with that Pericles in the bedroom if you like." I licked my lips, winked and smiled.

I giggled, I liked that idea a lot. "Ok cool," I was enjoying being Eros and wanted to try out anything new.

"Come on then, spare bedroom." I headed off not waiting to see if Eros followed, I knew he would, and I wanted to get there first so I could see his face when he saw what was laid out for him.

Dave had gone way beyond what I had asked him for, the stuff he'd sent me would not have been out of place on the stage of a major theatre. A breastplate, made to look like bronze, but made of heavens knew what, but whatever it was it was as heavy as metal, shin greaves of the same stuff, a twelve foot spear - I had to screw that together because it came in two parts so it could be transported, a wooden sword, but again made to look like bronze and weighted so it was as heavy as a real one would have been, and the centre piece, a hoplite shield, huge and round so that it would cover the front of Eros from eyes to knees, again full weight and Dave, being the wicked bugger that he was, had painted a design on it - a traditional graffiti style spunking cock. On top of the shield was a helmet, again made from whatever Dave had made stuff from.

An Athenian boy would have been able to wear and carry that stuff with few problems, Dylan, even as Eros, might struggle to even stand up! There was a skirt made of strips of what was supposed to be, and did look like, hardened leather as well. Full hoplite warrior kit and all made to fit a boy.

I gasped when I saw the armour. It looked amazing and for a few minutes I was quiet while I examined each bit, lifting them up and inspecting them, feeling their weight and whether they were sharp

"It amazing, thank you so much Dad." Calling Rob dad didn't take a conscious effort anymore, it just slipped out naturally. Holding up the helmet I tried to put it on, though quickly realised I would need Rob's help for that.

I tossed over an old white tee shirt of mine, "You'll need something under the armour and it could spoil your chiton, so change into that and we'll get you dressed up."

I quickly pulled off the chiton and slipped on the white tee shirt. It was baggy and loose but I guessed that didn't matter as it wouldn't be seen.

"So someone had to help you on with all this stuff right?" I couldn't imagine dressing in it all in a hurry.

"What you think you got slaves for?" I grinned, "But this time I'll be your slave. Skirt first, and belt it tightly. You wouldn't want it falling down." I sniggered suddenly at a wicked thought, "On the other hand, that might distract the enemy."

I giggled as well as Rob helped me into the skirt. It didn't look like a girly skirt, more like a kilt, and I quite liked the way it swished about when I moved.

"Would have been made of hardened leather," I explained as Eros tightened the belt, "Strong enough to keep out a cut from a bronze sword, that's why it's stiff."

It was quite heavy and it slapped a bit against my thighs sending a tingle up my legs as I swished it too far. "I should have worn it when you caned me," I giggled.

"Would have taken all the fun out of it," I giggled back, "Now the greaves." I buckled them on for him and followed that with the breastplate. I could tell he was beginning to feel the weight a bit, and hid a smirk. 'Wait till he goes to pick up the shield' I thought. "And then the helmet." I helped him on with that, and wondered how long he'd be able to keep his head up.

The greaves were kind of like shin pads so didn't feel that strange but I definitely started to feel the weight when the breast plate went on. I could still move about but knew I was slower, and when the helmet when I felt really ponderous.

I could see out of it ok to the front but not the sides, and kept having to turn my head to see what was going on. "Did they fight in this stuff?" I thought I was pretty fit but was definitely struggling a bit.

"Of course they did," I managed to sound surprised, "Sometimes all day. They did usually try to finish things a bit sooner than that if they could though."

I watched him trying to get used to the weight and belted on his sword to add a bit more. "Now," I sad off-handedly, grab your shield and spear and just have a couple of laps of the garden to get used to things and then I'll show you how it all worked. Oh, and you shove your arm through the first strap of the shield and grab the other one with your hand. And don't let go unless you want to get dead."

With a bit of difficulty I walked over to where the shield was. I felt like I was lumbering really slowly.

I looped my arm through the leather strap and grasped the handle, lifting it towards me.

And almost fell over backwards. It seemed to weigh a ton and it took me a few goes to get it up and steady in front of me.

"Err Dad, dunno if I can run in this...." I was tottering a bit as I got used to the weight.

"It's only a bit of wood with a cock painted on it," I grinned unsympathetically, "perhaps the cock was a mistake, made it too heavy." I was having real difficulty in not doubling up with laughter as Eros struggled to even keep his balance and stay on his feet. Running was way beyond him. "Perhaps boys were a bit fitter back then" I smirked, "Able to be bummed more than twice on the trot."

I grimaced at the weight and hefted it up and held it there with a bit of effort.

"Like that?" The shield trembled slightly as I tried to stay steady.

"Sort of," I didn't try to hide the smile. "Now, the fighting position, watch." I pretended to hold a shield and with the other hand lifted his spear and held it in the overhead position, blade angled down to strike at an enemy's face. "Can you manage that?" I asked, handing him the spear. "That's it, hold it half way down the shaft so it has a bit of balance, and don't let the head drop."

That, I thought, would test his muscles just a bit!

I winced as I hefted the spear. I thought I was going to go over backwards but in a way the spear actually helped me balance once it was in the right place. The problem was keeping it up in the air!

"Now, you'd probably only have to stand like that for a few minutes till the fighting began, certainly not more than about half an hour, then, when it all kicks off you make a stab at the nearest enemy's eyes. He'll probably duck down so your spear hits his shield, but in doing that he's taken his eyes off the ball, and your mate, Pericles, who's fighting beside you, stabs his spear into the poor bugger's foot. Course, he lowers his shield then as being stabbed in the foot is a shade painful, and when he does that you simply shove your spear through his throat. Easy really."

"Half an hour!" I let out a groan as the spear wavered a bit from side to side. My knees and legs were getting sore and I groaned again. "Can you take a picture Dad?" I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep up the pose for that long and wanted to see what I looked like.

"Shit! yes! I'd forgotten the pics," I said, annoyed with myself, "Dave wanted to see what you looked like in the kit he made up for you. Hang on a sec an' I'll get my phone." I left him there, guessing he'd take the opportunity of easing his by now just about screaming muscles.

I didn't want to move too much but in the end had to bend my knees a bit. I was about to lower the spear completely when thankfully Rob returned with his phone.

"Here we go, then," I said cheerfully, "One in the pose position and then one of you stabbing someone in the throat. And when you do that don't shut your eyes just because there's a load of blood spurting at you." Paint him a nice picture, I thought.

I gamely struck a few poses, trying to snarl a bit as I stabbed forward with the spear. "How was that?" There was a bit of desperation in my voice as the spear wobbled.

"Not bad at all," I grinned. "Had enough now, need a rest?"

I nodded my head and lowered the spear. I pushed the helmet back on to the top of my head and rested the spear on my shoulder. "Can you do one like this?" I liked this pose which I had seen in some of the pictures in Rob's book.

"Yeh, the after battle one, very appropriate." I clicked off a couple more shots, then suggested more weed and a touch of booze with Eros still in his war kit. "I think Dave would appreciate a couple of you in that kit with a spliff and a glass," I grinned, "Mixture of ancient and modern."

I gratefully pulled the helmet off and let Rob help me out of the breastplate. The armour was cool but well heavy and I was glad to get it off for a while. Sitting down in just the kilt and greaves I took a long drag.

Rob was walking round me snapping pics, and I blew smoke giggling as he took more pictures. I was getting off on the idea of him showing a mate these pics and them perving on me.

I took about a dozen shots from various angles, and then suggested to Eros that he change completely back into his chiton. Dave would love to see how that had worked out, he'd put a lot of effort into producing stuff for my boy and I thought it only fair that he should see the results. Dylan/Eros was too old for him, of course, but I knew Dave well enough to know he'd appreciate a decent boy, however old he was. Naturally, I didn't waste the opportunity to look at a naked boy when Eros changed, he was going to be in my bed later, but I still wanted to look.

I happily stripped off the armour, letting Rob snap pictures as I got undressed. I didn't put on the chiton straight away. I was enjoying being naked and the looks Rob was giving me, and I copied some of the provocative poses I had seen the boys in the pictures Rob had shown me on his computer.

Standing in front of him I turned my back and put my arms behind my head, stretching my limbs so everything was on display. Looking back over my shoulder I blew Rob a kiss and gave him a smirk. The weed had made me horny and I was enjoying showing off.

Turning round to face him I wanked my cock a few times and stood there holding it, enjoying the look in Rob's eyes. I knew he wanted me, found me really sexy, and I liked making him feel that way.

I took a few, well quite a few, of Eros as he stripped and then posed, waving his delicious cock at me. They were for my own enjoyment, but I guessed Dave would appreciate them as well, probably show them to whatever boy he was bedding at the moment. I could imagine him telling the boy. "That's how I want you to grow up; when you're too old for me you'll be ideal for another man."

"You look fucking delicious, love," I smiled at my boy as he posed and exhibited himself for me. No inhibitions of any sort now, Eros knew he was a boy made for sex and he was really starting to enjoy that. "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you, someone as yummy as you shouldn't be left untouched," I licked my lips and made unmistakably sexually desiring faces at him.

I giggled and turned round so Rob could take a few of my striped bum cheeks. "Who says I don't want to be touched Dad?" I was giggled more, feeling quite stoned and silly and I put a hand on each bum cheek and pulled them apart to show my hole.

"I want a cock up here cos I'm a proper gay boy," I giggled more, enjoying saying something so naughty.

"You are, aren't you," I smiled, "A real, proper gay boy now. A gay boy who knows he's a gay boy and is so happy that he is and happy that he has a man as well. And he's a gay boy that has a man who loves him like crazy, and wants to gobble him up."

I admired his arse, the bright red lines on the white skin were so sexy, not least because they were a proof of how much he loved his man, loved him enough to want to have those stripes put there. "I think I know of a cock that wouldn't mind at all getting up in there if it gets the chance."

I giggled more. I knew Rob wanted to fuck me and despite my fears I wanted that. Ethan's cock up my bum had been fun but I wanted to feel Rob inside me.

"Love you Dad," I hugged Rob, feeling a bit sad for no particular reason all of a sudden and wanting a cuddle.

"Hey," I whispered in his ear when he came in for a cuddle that had nothing at all to do with sex but everything to do with a boy who knows with complete certainty what it was he needed to make him happy and knew, as well, that the world would do everything it could to prevent it.

"Not easy, is it love," I tried to comfort him, "But even though it's not easy, it's still wonderful. Here and now it's just you and me, and nothing that you do or want to do is wrong when it's just you and me."

I held him tight, guessing that a burst of tears might not be far away, tears of frustration that the adult world wouldn't let him have what he wanted and needed. "They don't understand, my love," I whispered to him, "They haven't got a clue what it means to be a boy."

I eased him over to the sofa, and eased him gently into a seat. It wasn't a time to allow sadness to creep in, so I nipped out and created a couple of strong Malibu and cokes, and popped one in his hand. "Slurp on that, love, and let's do some naughty things," I grinned.

I slurped on the drink which made me feel warm inside. With Rob back on the sofa I buried my head in his chest so he could wrap his arms around me. For the next few minutes I just enjoyed being held, feeling my skin next to his own and his hands on my body. He wasn't touching me up or groping me, just cuddling me and that, along with the drink, cheered me up.

"Can we take some more pics?" I wanted to pose more, show off my body, and maybe let Rob take pics of me doing naughty things.

The mood passed, the dark clouds receded. They hadn't gone away, they'd never go away, but for now, the sun was out again and my boy wanted to show how sexy, how kinky, he wanted to be.

"You know you look utterly delicious in that make-up," I said softly as I cuddled him, "Completely boy, but a boy who knows he looks even sexier like this, and being sexy is what he wants to be." I took a small risk and lit two more small spliffs; Eros was going to be completely stoned, but that would help things along, he'd agree to stuff without any hesitation if he didn't have to let his mind worry about should I or shouldn't I things.

"What would you think," I said, a little hesitantly, "About setting up a vid cam and making our own porn film?"

 

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