SPOIL OF WAR PART 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Have you any doubts now that you are a boy?" Hegomas asked as he cuddled the exhausted Enobus in a close embrace.

Enobus now had no such doubts, the evil words of his mother washed from his mind. Nor had he now any doubts what he must say and do, though when he should say those words he still had no knowing of.

 

"Not too much rose," Enobus giggled as his slave, Rotus prepared him again for bed after his morning visit to the latrine, "He has more liking for the scent of boy."

"A boy perhaps, but not a brothel," the slave snorted, "Almost I needed a spade to dig the dried cream from your balls."

"Are they properly smooth?" Enobus asked anxiously, "He wishes me smooth everywhere."

"Your balls are smooth and your arse is clean," Rotus sighed, "Though your cock is red from the use it has been given. Does he use you more than is your wish? I have a herb that can calm his desires."

"Use that and I will have your balls chopped off," Enobus giggled, "Rather find a herb that will excite him to use me even more."

"He pleases you, uses you well and with honour?"

"More even that that," Enobus squealed with pleasure, "I have fucked him, Rotus! Truly, he bid me fuck him!"

"A most unusual honour," the slave replied, his voice carefully expressing no emotion.

"Truly, he did!" Enobus enthused, not taking notice of his slave's seeming indifference to this most wonderful event of his young life, "My hateful mother said that boys are no more than girls with cocks, things for men to fuck, but he proved to me this is not so and that I am a boy indeed. Eight times he has made me spurt since he chose me, eight times, Rotus! With his hand, with his mouth and three times, Rotus, three times in his arse!"

"Now I see why your cock is red," the slave almost smiled.

"He has much liking for my cock," Enobus sighed happily, "Even when it is spent and soft he holds it in his hand, and once, Rotus, this very morning, when I awoke, my cock soft from its labours in the night, he took it soft into his mouth and made it rise there and kept it there till it did spurt again!"

"But has he used your arse?" the slave asked, turning his attentions to that place once more.

"Of course," Enobus snorted, "He is no unnatural man, and though he did not fuck me for some time, not indeed till I had fucked him first, he has entered me as many times as I have entered him, and greatly does his magnificent cock fill me with delight."

"And he has used you well," the slave announced, his inspection of Enobus' arse complete, "There is no bruising to be seen."

"Never have I been so fucked," Enobus sighed, "No man before has shown me so much care and given me so much delight in fucking me. I do believe, even when his cock is in my arse, he thinks more of my pleasure than of his own."

"The Gods have been kind to you," Rotus agreed, "I know of a mixture that will keep your cock hard, but nothing, I regret, that can fill your balls."

"I believe my cock does not need that mixture," Enobus grinned, "I like it much that even when it is soft and useless, still he cannot keep his hands from it, but must always hold and caress it and tell me how beautiful it is. Oh, that the men of our city knew how to please a boy as he pleases me. How much pleasure may I have had, Rotus, since I first became of an age to fuck."

"And that before you had a cock to please a man," Rotus smiled, "Now it is grown almost to man's size, and thank the Gods you have a man who finds delight in it."

"I do thank the Gods, Rotus," Enobus said, his mood changing as only a boy's moods can change, "Yet all know what the Gods give as gifts they also take away, and with the delight they have granted me they also ask a price."

Rotus was a slave, and a boy may share his secrets and his fears with a slave who washes his arse and prepares him for lover's bed, knowing that slave will not betray him, and so Enobus did now with Rotus, telling him how the men Hegomas had slain in battle were his father and his lover, Hector, and how he had chosen him as his spoil of war and so made his claim to own all his father had owned according to the ancient laws of the city, though of this Hegomas knew nothing.

"I am afraid," Enobus said, "That if he knows that by our laws he owns me, not as a spoil of war or as a slave, but as my father owned me, he will not take his pleasure and delight in me as a boy, but treat me as a father would treat a son and not use me more for pleasure."

That there were fathers who used their sons for pleasure was common enough amongst peasants in remote places, but almost unheard of in any city where there were boys enough who were sons of other men, and Enobus had no wish for a new father!

"The Gods do this to test you," Rotus said as he lightly oiled the boy's skin so his flesh was smooth and perfect, "They have shown you the full pleasures of a boy, as they do to those mortal boys they take for their own delight, and now they find amusement in the struggle of your mind. No boy, they know, will turn away from pleasure, but pleasure without honour soon turns sour."

This was indeed the debate that Enobus wrestled with; his body ached for further use and for a day and a night more he could sate his desires, fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked, kiss and be kissed, but would his mind be content? And if his mind was not content, would those pleasures of the flesh be as great? Yet, if he revealed the secret that he knew, would Hegomas wish to have more pleasure from him? If he did not, would not his mind be tormented till his dying day that he had turned those pleasures from him now?

"I know you are a slave," he said to Rotus, "But still you are a man." Enobus looked down at his slender firm body, his long and shapely thighs, his soft cock, a cock he thought that must tempt any man, though it was only a few hours since he had known the true worth of that cock, "Does my body, my cock, tempt you not at all?"

"As I am a slave," Rotus answered, "It does not tempt me, but as I am a man it gives my eyes much pleasure to gaze upon it, and I am greatly content that I prepare you for use in a man's bed."

"A careful answer," Enobus could not but grin.

"A slave must be careful or the whip awaits him, and a boy must be careful to not anger the Gods. The Gods gave you a body and a cock to delight men, and a quick mind that may also delight a man who takes pleasure in more than just your arse. Use both those gifts from the Gods together."

Enobus lay naked still on his bed and thought on the words of his slave. He had some little time to think as Hegobas had gone also to that slave to be prepared again for bed. A man's hairs grow faster that do those of a boy and Hegomas had stated his wish to be free from any coarseness in all places where the soft cheeks and lips of Enobus may wish to go.

He had said that, Enobus' whirring mind recalled, not that he wished for there to be no coarseness where he wanted the boy's soft lips and cheeks to go, but none such where the boy wanted his lips and cheeks to go.

Enobus was a boy prepared for a man's pleasure, a boy content and willing to be used for that man's pleasure, yet before taking again his pleasure in that boy, the man had wished to prepare himself for pleasure so he would please the boy, a thing no man before had cared to do.

Enobus looked again at his own nakedness, admiring it as though he was a man admiring a boy he wished to fuck, with growing understanding of the beauty and appeal of his cock. `The cock is the boy and the boy is his cock', he repeated the man's words in his mind, and he had no doubts that Hegomas had great liking for his cock. Could that mean, he asked himself, that Hegomas liked his cock not simply because it was the cock of a boy, but because it was his cock, the cock of a boy he liked?

"The cock is the boy and the boy is his cock," he said the words softly, "And when a boy goes fishing for a lover, his cock is the bait he uses," he added those words as well.

`Hegomas has much liking for the bait between my legs,' he thought, looking at the limp softness that had been used so much already, but to his eyes seemed more beautiful and desirable the more he looked at it.

True, it was not the magnificent weapon that Hegomas wielded, though it had grown near as much as it would ever grow, still was it the cock of a boy, but it was cock of boy that Hegomas desired, and it was as a boy's cock that Enobus wished that man to use it.

Could it be, Enobus wondered, that he might make Hegomas wish so much for his cock that he would desire it still, not think of him as a son and not a lover if he should know the truth?

Hegomas was a gift from the Gods, but with that gift there came a test and Enobus knew he must not fail that test. Honour came before everything, no boy or man can live content if he gives away his honour, but the Gods had given him a mind to use and a cock worthy to be used by men. He would use both, he determined as his slave had told him to do, and the Gods would decide if they rewarded him or not.

He waited for the return of Hegomas, not on his bed and ready to again be used, but standing in that way that those men who carve stone into the shape of boys so like to use. He stood with one foot placed a little before the other, the knee of that leg bent slightly so his weight was mostly on the other, a position that seemed most natural for a boy to take, but also one that displayed his lower body pleasingly, making plain the slender curve of his thighs.

Hegomas had shown much interest in his legs, feeling and stroking them most often, even using his mouth to kiss them and his tongue to taste them, and instinct told Enobus, though it may have been the Gods who placed the thought in his mind, that showing himself thus, one leg seen from the front, hard and firm, the other giving some view of the softness of the inner thigh, would raise some desire in the man.

His cock and balls hung free, his legs parted enough so any hand reaching for his boy's delights would find them easy to grasp and hold, and it took but a little will to keep all soft, his cock tired from all the use it had been given.

Standing thus, one hand placed upon a hip and one arm loose beside him, he greeted a surprised Hegomas with a small smile on his lips, though that was done from art, for his mind was a twisting whirlpool.

"Think you I would make a statue to please you in your house or in your garden?" he asked.

Hegomas gazed at the displayed boy, his mouth in an instant wet with desire and lust. He had taken this boy several times, but standing as he now did, all the hard lines and soft and subtle curves of his youthful body so openly shown, it was as if he had never yet feasted on the delights he offered.

That those delights were indeed being offered there could be no doubting, yet there was a newness in this offering. This was a boy who knew the worth of his body; not a boy accepting he was to be used as a spoil of war, but a boy offering his body for use if the man he offered it to should have a wish to use him.

"Rather I would have you living than as a statue," Hegomas said softly, "Your warm flesh would give greater pleasure to my hands than any cold stone could do, and your breathing body more delight to my eyes than could anything contrived by art."

Hegomas felt a stirring in his loins as he feasted eyes on the naked boy, and though his cock was near as tired as the cock of Enobus, still he began to rise some.

The slow swelling of Hegomas' cock pleased Enobus much; he had no knowing if the man would desire and use him once he knew the truth Enobus must speak, but it was clear that Hegomas desired him as a boy for his bed and the whirlpool in his mind abated somewhat.

"True it is that were I a statue of stone you would not have the power to make my cock rise," Enobus grinned, "And perhaps were I such I would not cause your cock to swell also," though why he should speak now of cock when the thing he had to say was of such importance, he could not think, and the Gods laughed in amusement as they fondled the mortal boys they had taken for their pleasure, that even yet Enobus did not fully understand what it was to be a boy.

"Yet, sir," Enobus forced his mind away from cock and the delights in cock, "Before you take again your rights and pleasures in my body, there is a thing that honour compels me to speak of, if you will give me leave to do so."

"And should those words be spoken by a living statue, or by a boy in a position more of comfort and ease?" Hegomas asked lightly, aware that, as the boy had mentioned honour, it was a matter of importance that he wished to speak of.

"Easier it would be if I were a statue," Enobus sighed, "But if I move from here may I beg you not to lay hand upon my cock till I have done?"

"Does my liking for your cock displease you?" Hegomas asked, concerned that, after all that had passed, the boy did not wish to be enjoyed more.

"No, sir, it pleases me much!" Enobus said forcefully, "And my wish is that it will please you still when I have spoken, but I fear I may not speak as I should speak were your hand upon it now."

The Gods smiled in delight as Enobus spoke those words, and caressed the cocks of the mortal boys they held in their laps; those Gods enjoyed the games they played with the minds of men and boys even more than they enjoyed the cocks of boys, though when both enjoyments could be combined together it was indeed an entertainment fit for Gods to enjoy.

"Then have your slave bring us food and wine and you may speak as we break our fast together here, and should your words bring no pleasure to my ears, my eyes still will find delight as they gaze upon your body."

This Enobus did, and man and boy consumed cheeses and cold meats and drank of watered wine, though neither knew that wine contained more than water, for to it had the slave Rotus added herbs and potions that were intended to much harden cocks.

"There is an ancient law of my city," Enobus began his tale, "That should a man slay another in war or legal combat and then make claim to the slain man's property, then, by our laws all that the dead man owned becomes the property of his slayer."

Hegomas knew nothing of such a law, but he understood well enough that such may exist in places he knew not of, though why the boy should speak of it, he had no knowing.

"Only one may contest that claim," Enobus said, "And he must be the lover of the dead man's son. No other may contest or alter this law."

Once more Hegomas nodded his head that he understood the boy's words, but what they meant to him he still did not know.

"My father is dead, slain in that battle yesterday by a spear thrust to his throat, and my lover, Hector, dead also, his neck broken by the bronze edge of a shield. The man who slew them made claim to my father's possessions by choosing me as his spoil of war, and therefore, by our laws, I, and all my father owned, are now your possessions."

Hegomas felt a coldness creep through him; he felt no remorse that he had slain the boy's father and his lover, for that was the nature of war. Nor was he concerned that he had used the son for pleasure, that also was the nature of war, it was that the dream he had so often now had come to be, that sent shivers up and down his spine.

The Gods now began to rub in earnest on the cocks of their mortal boys; what happened next between  Hegomas and Enobus would determine if those boys cried out in ecstasy at their spurting or whimpered in frustration that they were not brought to a finish, and left, their cocks unsatisfied and their balls still full.

"I knew not those men I slew," Hegomas said quietly, "Nor did I know who you were when I chose you as my spoil of war. I chose a boy I thought would give me pleasure, and in that I chose most well, though I think the choice was not mine, but made for me by the Gods."

"I believe the Gods made all this happen," Enobus agreed, "And I thank them for it, for never have I known such pleasure as you have given me, but now, sir, you know you do not have me for just two nights and a day, but my body is yours as long as you have wish to use it."

"I will not have you as my slave," Hegomas said forcefully, "If such is the meaning of this law of yours."

"No sir, it means not that. It means not that I am your slave, but rather that you now take the place of my father, and are master of this house and all within it."

"Rather would I have you as my lover and not my son," Hegomas sighed, "Fathers may take some pleasure in their sons, but not, in my lands, the pleasure to be found in a boy's bed."

"In my city, a lover takes a boy to fuck him, and when he has had enough of one arse he goes in search of another. I am almost of an age where men will no longer take any pleasure in my arse," Enobus sighed.

"That is not our way," Hegomas stated, "When we take a boy as lover we do so till the boy finds a desire for another, and in our city a boy is still a boy even when he is a youth. A boy he is until he has a wish to be a man and take a boy as his own lover."

"I would that such were so in this city," Enobus said wistfully.

"A man has duties greater to his lover than does a father have towards his son," Hegomas said, "And performs those duties most willingly, knowing he has always the reward of the boy in his bed. He is the true guardian of the boy as well as his lover."

"And would you be that to me and I to you?" Enobus asked.

Hegomas, by way of answer, recounted then the dream he had so often, and it was clear to both man and boy that all had been determined by the Gods, yet still it must be by their wills they became lovers; the Gods could not make that happen, they could do no more than make it possible.

"My cock has great liking for your mouth and arse," Hegomas said, desire to enjoy Enobus rising again in him, though that rising may have been more the doing of the slave Rotus than the workings of the Gods, "And your cock, I think, has some liking also for my mouth and arse. I believe it would not be a wise thing to rush foolishly into what we may not wish for, and as we have yet a day and a night to come, should we allow our cocks to have more time to play and make our decision for us?"

"Will you bed me then as a boy you wish to have as lover and not as a boy who is a spoil of war?"

"That have I done since I first held you," Hegomas said.

"And will you fuck me often?"

"Did not I promise at the first, that in the morning I should leave, your arse would be as wide open as your city's gates, that your cock would no longer be able to harden and your balls be but shrivelled and empty?"

"And if you be a man of your word, then will I beg on my knees for you to make claim to what is yours by right and law."

"Then let us waste no more time. Your cock, like mine, I see is hard and eager to go to work, and when we have fucked till we can fuck no more, then will we talk of the time to come."

Great cries then came from mortal boys as the Gods so worked their cocks that cream spurted forth in great white arcs, and cream also spurted from the cock of Hegomas, deep in Enobus' arse, and from the cock of Enobus also when it, in turn, was buried deep inside Hegomas.

"I think the Gods have blessed us more," Enobus said as he lay, panting some, on his back, "Still is my cock hard. Twice now have I spurted my cream in you and still it does not soften."

"Mine also," Hegomas agreed, setting his eyes on the beauty of Enobus' body, the hard youthful cock rising proud from his smooth centre, pulsing with the beat of the boy's heart, "And when you have breath enough, I would have you make attempt to soften it with your mouth."

"I have a like wish," Enobus grinned, "I fear, Hegomas, you have released the boy within me, and that boy wishes for nothing but the pleasures of the bed."

"The philosophers tell us," Hegomas attempted reason, "That to indulge in pleasure alone is a weakness in men."

"But boys are not yet grown to be men," Enobus countered, "They have not yet come to their full strength, and it must follow then, that their weakness is also less than men's, and therefore, as a boy, it is no weakness in me that I desire pleasure more."

The quick mind of Enobus pleased Hegomas near as much as did his splendid youthful body; such was a boy all men would wish to take as lover, encouraging his mind to grow so he became a man any would be proud to have as friend to stand beside him in a line of war, and while that mind grew, the delights of his boy's flesh would in no way ever be denied.

"But would it not be a weakness in a boy that he tempted his lover to take more pleasure than he should in his body?" Hegomas teased some, but also sought to determine how quick this boy's mind was.

Enobus delighted in this game of words, for though in form it were like to lessons in a school, the subject of this lesson was cock and the use that may be made of cock, and such a subject Enobus found he had great liking for. Never when they sat beneath an olive tree for lessons with a tutor or a philosopher, did they talk of cock, and boys do much like to talk of cock.

"I think it would be more weakness in a man were he to lay beside a naked boy, his cock hard, and have no wish to take pleasure from that boy. Would that man be a natural man, or would there be some defect to be found in him?" Enobus questioned and made his cock jerk up and down a little.

"I think he would be no natural man if the boy he lay beside were one such as you," Hegomas agreed, "I question only if the boy desires more than he should."

"Do not the Gods themselves take mortal boys for their pleasure?" Enobus continued the game, "And does it not then follow that the Gods made boys for pleasure? If such be so there can be no weakness in a boy that he desires to be used for pleasure, but weakness only in a man who does not wish for pleasure in a boy, for surely that man is claiming his will is greater than the will of the Gods."

Those Gods reached again for the mortal boys they took for pleasure, though now they took young cocks into their mouths, desiring the cream of boys that is the true food of the Gods.

"Indeed," Hegomas smiled, "Such a man would be nothing but a fool and deserve the dreadful fate the Gods would send him. I am a man no wiser than other men and I will not question the doings of the Gods. I do openly confess I have a great desire to feel your mouth around my cock and spurt my cream again for you to eat."

"My desire is greater still than yours," Enobus now giggled, being very much a boy, "I desire that also, but with it I have a wish that my cock shall be treated so as well."

"Then let us arrange our bodies that we both may suck cock," a delighted Hegomas suggested, "And by doing so we may take pleasure for both our mouths and our cocks."

The Gods then sucked fiercely on the cocks of their mortal boys, delighted both by those cocks and by the scene they witnessed as man and boy took delight with their mouths, each in the other's cock.

Time and time again did Hegomas and Enobus suck each the cock of the other, and also rub those cocks with their hands and fingers and also fuck more than once, but despite all the efforts that they made, still would not the cock of man or boy grow soft, though cream could neither man nor boy more produce.

It may have been that Rotus had placed too much of his herbs and potions in the wine he gave them, or it may have been the doing of the Gods, but both man and boy had hard cocks still, and though those cocks were sore with much use, still the desire to use them more burned in both boy and man.

But men and boys are not Gods, and no matter how great desire still burned in them, their cocks, though still were they hard, could suffer no more use till they recovered some and balls had time to fill, in part at least, with cream again.

"I desire my cock to be used more yet," Enobus whined, "But more use now is painful to it. Could it be that, for the while it takes till it again be fit for use, that you could take some delight in other parts of my boy's body? My legs, I know your hands and mouth have some liking for, and I enjoyed it much when you kissed my nipples and beneath my arms. This I know I have no right to ask, for still am I your spoil of war, and cannot, with honour, deny you use of my cock and arse should you have wish to use those more."

"You do not deny me use," Hegomas smiled, "But ask only that some time be allowed to pass till your cock and arse are once more ready to provide pleasure, and this I grant most willingly, for also is my cock sore with much use, though still is it hard and desire for the delights of your wonderful body is still strong within me."

That a man and a boy should need time for their cocks and arses to be again ready for more use greatly amused the Gods, for to them the hours between the breaking of the fast and the near setting of the sun were less than the blinking of an eye, though for mortals, so many hours with cock always hard and put to use was indeed a trial of endurance.

So it was that Hegomas then held Enobus close, and the warmth of the boy's young flesh against his own was a joy and a delight to him; the smooth firmness of young thigh was a wonder to stroke and feel, and the firm soft mounds of the boy's delightful arse a joy to squeeze.

For Enobus to be held and admired so, for he had no doubts that the hands and lips that caressed his young body were doing so in both admiration and worship of his youth, were a wonder and a joy. Never had he been treated so, and never had he felt so safe and wanted.

Slowly the sun set and darkness fell, and slowly also did the cocks of Enobus and Hegomas at last soften, but still did Hegomas hold Enobus in his arms and Enobus found no wish to leave them.

"Is it a natural thing," Enobus whispered, "That I should find such pleasure in your arms, my body held close to yours, delighting me as much at least as the delights of being sucked and fucked?"

"Natural indeed if the boy is in the arms of a man he wishes to be his lover," Hegomas answered, "And natural also for the man who holds such a boy close, to wish for this as much as he wishes for that boy's cock or arse."

"But is it not for the use of his arse that a man takes a boy for his lover?" Enobus questioned, "Surely he could have no use for a boy he holds and strokes as you now hold and stroke me and does not wish for use of his arse?"

"I have much wish for your arse and for your cock and know well the wonders and delights to be found in them, but there is greater wonder and delight in that you are a boy who wishes to be held in my arms. Boys, truly, are gifts from the Gods, and such gifts are for more than fucking. True it is that men have a need to fuck, and true also that boys have a need to be fucked, but fucking is greater pleasure for both man and boy if fucking is not all that binds them. A man may satisfy his need to fuck in the arse of a boy slave, as all men do from time to time, but such pleasure as he takes from that is but a brief pleasure of his body, the emptying of his balls, no pleasure to the mind."

"And do I give pleasure to your mind?" Enobus asked, though he hid his face in the chest of Hegomas that the hope in his eyes may not be seen. He had some belief that Hegomas liked him for more than his arse and for his cock, but he was a boy, and often boys need to hear

 things such as that said aloud in words.

"Doubt that not," Hegomas stroked the hard back of the boy, "Did not we say that our cocks should make decision if I were to make my claim on all your father owned or not? And have our cocks not drained themselves in taking pleasure, each from the other? And do we not now lie, still naked, close together in your bed? And would that be so if I wished only for your arse and for your cock?"

"Will you then claim your right, but own me not as a father would, but as a lover?"

"As lover and as guardian," Hegomas said, "I fear I could not take you as a son, too much have I liking for the pleasures to be found in you."

So it was that, in the morning, Hegomas did make formal claim to Enobus and to all the things his father had owned, though before he made this claim he once more fucked Enobus, his cock after resting for the night, was again able to be used and the arse of Enobus in great need of being filled.

"Know that Enobus is not a girl with a cock," he told the boy's mother, that woman, like her daughters scarce able to stand or walk, their cunts being so often used, and their arses also when their cunts could take no more cock, "He is a boy indeed, and in my absence he is master of this house and all within it. When I return I will take him again to my bed as lover, and should my life be lost in war to come, he is my heir, and all that is mine is his."

So delighted was Enobus by those words, that having no care he was in the presence of his mother and his sisters, he begged his new guardian and lover to take once more his cock into his mouth, that when he marched away, Hegomas would have the taste of boy cream to comfort him a while.

Caring nothing that they were not alone, Hegomas knelt before Enobus, raised his tunic and at once took the boy's hardness in his mouth, sucking it carefully until it fed him, feeling as he did so the wonderful soft firm globes of Enobus' arse, and the smooth backs of his long, shapely thighs.

Lovingly Hegomas sucked the cock of Enobus, giving thanks once more in his mind to the Gods for the wonder of their gift, and when that cock spurted forth its cream, Hegomas savoured with delight the nectar of the Gods, for that, in truth, is what the cream of boys indeed is, and what all men who worship boys know it to be.

This greatly pleased the Gods, and as one they reached down to earth and plucked more mortal boys from there to give them pleasure, and whilst they took their delights in the flesh of those mortal boys, the Gods did talk amongst themselves and made a plan to further the entertainment they might gain from the lives of Hegomas and Enobus.

 

It had been my intention to conclude this tale at this point, but I find that I am tempted to look some at the plan the Gods devised.

 

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