Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 13:35:51 -0000 From: Trefor Heywood Subject: THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART THREE Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real and are entirely fictional. Nobody was harmed in the writing or conception of this story. This is a story of pure fiction made for the pleasures of English literature and sexual enjoyment. This story contains sexual encounters with boys below the age of consent in our society but not in theirs and it is not intended to encourage any illegal activity. It challenges many of the usual social and religious conventions but hopefully makes you think. If you are not allowed to read this type of material, or if you will be offended by it, please leave now. Otherwise please take this in the sense it was written and enjoy. The author welcomes any comments or correspondence at cleftref@btinternet.com . My thanks to all those who wrote to me about Parts One and Two. THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART THREE I, Phallios, High Priest of the Temple of Priapus on the island of Erotikos, continue my story. Less time has elapsed since my previous record which is probably just as well as it enables the stream of memory be fresher and stronger. I have a rare full day of leisure so have forbidden assistants to enter my chamber save to serve me food and drink but only when I call them to do so. I have described so far something of our history and our customs and have recounted the tale of my first stirring when my little penis became Phallus and my first dry cum experience and the vision that accompanied it. >From that day I was welcomed into the society not only of my peers but also of men and was transferred into a class of boys who had felt the stirring of Priapus also. Such boys were ready for the next stage of their training and initiation which was a mixture of both schooling and increased bonding with our fathers. So much is learnt in the home in terms of experience rather than in the schoolroom and so it was to prove. I remember my first day at school. Besides having received the stirring of Priapus I also felt proud that I was now ready to be taught and cease the merely childish games with which I had filled much of my days. Now I felt ready to learn more about the world both in mind and body and to satisfy my increasing curiosity about many things. I had often asked my father about some of them given that he was a teacher, but he had smiled and counselled patience, that all would be answered in due time. But after the stirring he told me that I was now ready to begin. Although he had had the stirring earlier, Pratos had missed the previous year as it had already commenced so we would be attending together, We both felt sorry for Kyrenos as his cock had still not felt the stirring, despite our best efforts to assist him in that area. That meant he would not be able to begin schooling for at least another six months and would no doubt feel lonely during the hours of school although there would be neighbouring boys for him to play with. I remember that first day of schooling well even now. Pratos and I were given fresh white sleeveless tunics that went over our heads and barely covered us below the waist where it was tied with a knotted chord. We were also given new sandals for our feet and our fathers walked with us the couple of miles to a white villa that had a courtyard containing a fountain and a row of simple benches in it. Other boys were also gathering there with their fathers, some of the boys I knew, but others were unknown to me. The numbers were not large, no more than twelve in total, and we all wore the same white tunics. We were directed to sit on the courtyard benches while our fathers remained standing. It was natural that Pratos and I should sit together and equally natural that it was with the boys that we already knew. When all were seated a figure emerged from the villa and stood in front of us. He too was wearing a white toga similar to ours but at his waist was a leather belt and he also carried a stick. He appeared to be about thirty years of age and had a pleasant looking but stern visage and was close to being six feet in height. He motioned to us boys to stand and we had already been instructed by our fathers that we should then bow to him which we all did. As I straightened up I could see his eyes wandering around and studying us intently and I sensed that this was just more than academic interest. "Hail Priapus!" suddenly broke forth from his lips. Boys and fathers replied with the same greeting. "My name is Primos and I am your teacher. Your fathers have brought you here to begin your education and they are placing you in my charge. They will leave you now and return for you at the end of the hours of school." Wordlessly the fathers filed out of the courtyard and were gone. Primos bade us to sit and he himself sat on a seat in front of us. I remember how his short tunic rode up as he did and how the image of our God between his legs was revealed. Not only did he make no effort to hide it but spread his legs apart to make it even more obvious. A couple of the boys giggled nervously but a quick tap on the ground with the stick quelled that. It was large even though it was not erect and to me was very beautiful and my eyes feasted upon it, more than they did upon the rest of him. I felt my little Cock rising and I knew that I could not hide it, not that I wanted to hide it from his sight. Pratos and I were sat in the front row and I glimpsed the material of his tunic also rising so I knew that I was not alone in my reaction. A slight smile appeared on the mouth of our new teacher but there was no answering rising between his firm smooth and muscular legs. "Your fathers will have told you about your hours of attendance so I will not repeat them. Our rules are simple and few but they must be obeyed and punishment will follow for those who break them." All eyes went from his Cock to the stick. My father had never punished me and probably many of the boys had never been either as on the whole we had been well behaved and our fathers had been tender and loving. But we had all heard stories from other boys who had attended school about how they were run on more disciplinary lines and had seen the marks upon some of their buttocks. Naturally some boys had boasted about them as trophies but few were inclined to add to their collection once the marks faded. Primos continued by reciting the rules. "Respect your teacher." "Obey your teacher in all things." "Stand when you ask or answer a question." "No fighting." "No shouting." "Work hard in everything you do." He told us to repeat the rules and we ended up saying them several times. We knew that no excuses would be accepted for claiming that we had forgotten them. We also knew that we would not be able to complain to our fathers if we broke them. They had been where we were now when they were boys but my father had never told me about his schoolboy experiences, perhaps he would tell me more about them at home now. Primos picked up a slate that was stood on its side by his seat and looked at it. "I have given you my name but you shall call me "Teacher Sir" when you address me. I shall now call your names one by one. As I call them you will stand, address me, come forward and kneel before me and kiss my God Cock, I will give you my blessing, you will return to your seat and sit down. I will then ask the rest of you to repeat the name that you may know them." The first name he called was that of Pratos. Pratos stood and he remembered to say "Teacher Sir." His Boy Cock was still rigid as he moved forward and knelt before the chair. His head moved down to kiss Primos's God Cock and Primos laid his hands upon his head. "I accept thee, Pratos, as my pupil in the name of Priapus." Primos leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. Pratos stood and turned to walk back to our bench. There was some giggling from behind at the sight of his erect Boy Cock but it soon subsided after a glance from Primos before he could identify the culprits. Pratos sat down beside me again, his face looking a little flushed. "Repeat his name," Primos commanded. Of course it was easy for me but I repeated it with the rest all the same. I expected to be next, But I was disappointed as the next name called turned out to belong to a boy sat behind me. "Buttos." I heard him stand and greet Primos with the required words. As he walked past me I was conscious of his creamy, though small, buttocks that were showing beneath his tunic which had risen up whilst he had sat down and had not pulled down whilst standing again. After the kissing and the blessing he turned to reveal that his Boy Cock was also hard, clearly Priapus was at work in all of us boys, but this time there was no giggling, clearly one lesson had been learnt. Again we repeated his name. I looked at Primos's twice kissed Cock, still no sign of stirring, I found myself wishing that it would join us boys in Phallic joy (as well as satisfy our natural curiosity) but there were no signs that it was prepared to do so. And so it continued, each boy being called forward, each time I was expecting to hear my name, each boy displaying an erection as he turned to return to his seat. Soon there were but two names left to be called. Surely mine would be next! But no. The penultimate boy was Niplos. Perhaps it was the waiting, or his attention had drifted, but only the word "Teacher" escaped his lips before he moved forward. The atmosphere suddenly became very silent at the omission and as Niplos was about to kneel Primos suddenly rose from his chair. He did not look angry but rather there was an air of disappointment upon his face. Poor Niplos started to shake and he broke out into tears and sobbing as his omission sank in. "You have broken one two of the rules Niplos through your simple omission: "Respect your teacher." "Obey your teacher in all things." Primos repeated. "Yes Teacher Sir" Niplos sobbed. At least he had remembered the words correctly now. "You saw ten of your fellows say those words correctly. Before I can bless you I regret I must punish you but because it was a minor rule breakage and it is you first day I shall not be too harsh with you." "I shall sit, you shall bend over my lap, and I shall use my hand." "Yes Teacher Sir," Niplos sobbed submissively and with resignation. "And afterwards we will then proceed as if nothing had happened." Primos resumed his seat. Niplos stood by the left of the chair and then lowered himself over Primos's lap so that his buttocks were over Primos's left leg. Primos lifted the back flap of the tunic so they were completely exposed. I would be lying if I did not confess to being excited by the sight, not only because of the boy's beautiful mounds but because of what was going to happen and the fact that it was happening to somebody else and not to me. I expect the other boys were feeling the same and I could see Pratos leaning forward slightly. Primos lifted his outstretched left hand and quickly brought it down on Niplos's buttocks with a loud smack. Niplos let out a loud yell as it stung his buttocks but before he could recover Primos's hand came down again and he yelled all the more. This occurred a total of ten times and we could see his buttocks reddening more with each smack and his yelling and sobbing had become all the louder. After the tenth, Primos gently rubbed the boy's buttocks but whether he noticed or not we did not know as they would be smarting so much. Primos ordered the boy to stand and he did so, now trying to control his tears, probably relieved that it was over. "Now we shall proceed." Primos walked in front of the chair and knelt. I could see the kiss; still no stirring of his God Cock, bit there was a glistening now on the tip which I took to be Niplos's tears falling on it. "I accept thee, Niplos, as my pupil in the name of Priapus." Niplos rose and turned, walking a little stiffly and carefully back to his seat. Despite the spanking his Boy Cock was erect and I noted the beautiful overhang of his foreskin as he very slowly and carefully sat down, wincing slightly as he did so. And finally Primos called my name. I stood and responded "Teacher Sir" with a clear voice; I had no intention of repeating Niplos's error! As I knelt my eyes were filled with the vision of the beautiful God Cock – I noticed that the glistening, however, was not of tears but from the Holy Nectar of the Eye of Priapus and I made sure that my lips made contact with it as I kissed and I quickly licked my lips with my tongue. As he laid his hands upon me I felt that I should close my eyes as I felt his hands, one of which must still be stinging a little from Niplos's buttocks, descended on my head. "I accept thee, Atrios, as my pupil in the name of Priapus." As I opened my eyes they were greeted with the Phallic manifestation of Primos's erection. It was magnificent in its beauty and I shall never forget the sight, nor the surprise I felt. I felt the blessing to be extra special as I rose and turned, knowing my own Boy Cock was rejoicing even more than it had before and it was tingling in a very pleasant way. As I took my place and my name was repeated it sounded as if it done in a respectful way from my fellows who had obviously noticed Primos's erection. I felt a very special boy indeed and was inwardly crowing that I had somehow had effect upon the teacher that the others had not. Of course it could have been a delayed reaction to his spanking of Niplos, or the cumulative effect of all our boyish kisses but I have to say that it became a legend as it was claimed that this had never happened upon the first day of a new class before with Primos. That is what he himself told my Father and he also told the High Priest very soon afterwards. The first day was spent finding out what we already knew, or what he thought that we should already know. When it began to be too hot for us to be outside he led us into a room in the villa where it was cooler and there was a table containing bread, cheese, olives and fruit with pitchers of water and of goat's milk. He bade us eat and drink and left us for a while to ourselves. Being high spirited boys this would normally be a signal to misbehave, play and chatter and be noisy. Yet somehow none of us felt the desire t do so and rather chatted in low voices as we ate and drank. We were introducing ourselves to each other, and despite having repeated names earlier, some did not always get them right. The boys who seemed to get the most attention were poor Niplos, who appeared to be recovering from his spanking quite well, and me for producing the erect state of Primos's God Cock. How had I done it? Of course I could not say that I did not know so I suggested that it could have been the stroking of Niplos's rump following the spanking or that the sight of all our hard Boy Cocks had finally had an effect. But none of them seemed to believe me so I tried to change the subject to them and how long since they had felt the stirring of Priapus or other such boyish talk. Eventually Primos returned and we had eaten to which we all remembered to reply "yes Teacher Sir." He instructed us to follow him into another chamber within the villa. Here the benches were arranged around the sides and he instructed each of us by name to sit in a particular seat. The way he arranged it meant that I was no longer sitting besides Pratos but between two of the boys I had only talked with briefly at the meal – Lingos and Anassos. We were in the middle of the three rows and were facing the single chair which was obviously for our Teacher. "It is often cooler for us to have our afternoon lessons in here my pupils and the sun will not beat down upon us. We do not need our tunics to protect our skin here so stand, remove your tunics and fold them at your feet." We did as he bade, loosening the cords around our waists, and stood naked, in full view of both him and of each other. Our eyes were wandering and taking in the view of our naked boy bodies, the chests, abdomens, Boy Cocks and Boy Ball Sacs and our legs also. This time our Boy Cocks were all at rest. We were not self conscious in any way; we were used to nakedness and had no shame in it but rather pride. Without a word Primos undid his belt and lifted his tunic over his head and folded it, placing it at the foot of his chair. He sat down and motioned for us to sit also. My eyes were feasting upon his nakedness and I knew that his eyes were feasting on ours also. Yet somehow at this point it was not erotic but rather the admiring of beauty which is spiritual and inspiring. "We will often be naked together my pupils," Primos stated. "In nakedness there is openness both in teaching and in learning and it is not just of our bodies but of our minds. You are young and have much to learn, I am older and have much to teach, but I too have much to learn. "When I was a boy, like you are now, I sat naked with a naked teacher and I had been spanked myself by him for breaking a rule. For an hour or two I thought him cruel and resented it yet I realised that it had been for my own benefit and respected that man very deeply. He helped me find my way in what I should do and gave me all the help that I needed. "I hope that we here will find that mutual respect, not only respect for me as your Teacher, but also respect for each other. Our society is built upon that, from our High Priest to the youngest baby brought from Natos, and the lessons you learn here will have an influence upon all your lives. We respect our God Priapus through that respect of each other whether in worship of Him or in our daily dealings. Learn that now, as I did then, and you will discipline yourselves and not need to be chastised." His words sounded very wise to me. Looking around at my fellows they appeared to have heard his words in the same manner and a quick look at the sweet face of Niplos showed it shining with understanding as if the resentment to which Primos had referred had been overcome. "Tomorrow we will begin our work in earnest but today we have come together and are ceasing to be strangers. This class is the beginning of a Brotherhood and although I represent your fathers in your education I am more of an older brother. There are things that your fathers must teach you also and you should accept their teaching and make use of them. Those teaching shall begin this night and tomorrow I shall see that enlightenment showing in your eyes." Naturally these words created curiosity. I felt filled with a boyish sense of wonder and that the world was opening up to me, world of discovery not only of mind but also of body. The words I have quoted are shorter than they were delivered and are clouded by memory but they contain the substance. In my next writing I shall recount my memory of that night. My High Priestly duties are now awaiting me so I dedicate this writing to Priapus our God and pray His blessing upon my future readers.