Then and Now Part 7

 

helonikas wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in close to his chest as he continued in talking.

He had this strange habit of talking to himself out loud as if he was asking himself questions. Well I thought it was strange, but as everyone else seemed to think it was normal I guessed that it wasn't actually unusual in his world.

"Men can't fuck boys where I'm from Master, it's one of the worst crimes there is. But doing anything to them is a crime, even looking. Like if that man who looked at you naked while you were being washed had done that in my time he would have been arrested."

Thelonikas didn't seem to understand the whole arrest and prison thing. I had tried to explain that criminals weren't executed or branded in my time but all locked up together until they got released, but as nothing like that existed here he had struggled to see the point.

"It wouldn't have mattered if the boy had been like you and wanted to be looked at. In my world a boy isn't allowed to decide that."

Its words broke through my thoughts, and I tried hard to understand what it meant. In his country they locked people away who broke the laws; what a strange thing to do. Here, naturally, we exiled them, or if the crime was really great, something like treason for example, then we executed them. Locking them away seemed both barbaric and stupid. What good did it do?

And as for a place where boys were not permitted to be boys and men were not allowed to admire and take pleasure in boys, well, that was beyond anything I could think of.

"The whole purpose of life," I told it, forgetting that it was a slave and talking to it as though it were a real boy, "Is to take pleasure while you may. True, some philosophers tell us that we should not do that, and we should not dedicate our lives to pleasure. Those aesthetics, though, say what they do only to make us understand that too much pleasure is not good, and that we should always temper pleasure with understanding.

I enjoyed fucking you very much, and I will take much pleasure from fucking you again, and that is as it should be. But I understand that the pleasure of fucking must be tempered with a sense of moral responsibility, and that I can only fuck you because you are a slave. If you were not a slave then I could not fuck you, because just by putting my cock inside you I would come to own you, and no free man or boy can own another free man or boy."

I groaned as Thelonikas pulled me into his sweaty body and fondled me more. I had enjoyed the fucking, but it had hurt loads and with my hole still in agony I wasn't looking forward to a repeat performance.

But whether I wanted it or not I knew Thelonikas would be fucking me, and judging by how hard his cock was again already I guessed it would be soon. And that, I suddenly realised, was right. As a free boy I probably wouldn't have wanted another painful fucking any time soon, despite how wonderful it made me feel inside. But as Thelonikas' slave I existed for his pleasure, so would receive the fucking I needed to make me feel good when he felt he need to take his pleasure.

So it was, I decided, right that I was his slave. Thelonikas fucking me for his pleasure gave me the pleasure I would not have otherwise been able to enjoy.

Thelonikas hadn't spoken to me since he had fucked me, instead choosing to fondle my cock. That was sore from the bigger than normal load of spunk I had produced and I winced a little as he took a firm hold of my smaller cock and slowly masturbated it.

Tired and sore as I was my body couldn't resist responding, and I was soon moaning as he teasingly jerked me, smiling as he brought me close to spunking before stopping.

"You do understand, don't you," I said to it as I slowly wanked its cock. "I really enjoyed fucking you. Some boys say a fuck is not better than a good suck, but your tight arse was an absolute delight. I shall fuck you lots from now on."

I looked at it trying to work out if it had understood; there were signs of pain in its eyes and its cock was only half way hard, so I gripped it tighter and rubbed it more firmly.

I'd only had it for a few weeks, but already its cock had grown some and there was more now for my hand to enjoy, and despite having just pumped my seed inside it I still felt in need of boy flesh to pleasure me.

You screamed when I fucked you," I said, remembering the yells it had made when I went into it, "Does it hurt much being fucked?"

"It hurts worse than anything Master, it feels like you're being split in half."

Thelonikas looked a bit sad when I said that and I groaned as he gripped my cock more tightly and masturbated me more.

"But it feels amazing as well Master. When your cock touched a part of me deep inside it made my cock spurt like crazy. It was better than anything I've ever felt."

Thelonikas seemed to have grown in the last few weeks, getting even bigger and broader. He was still slender but as filling out his height and putting on lean muscle, which I liked a lot as it made him even sexier in my eyes.

"It is a shame for you that it hurts," I said, shrugging, "I suppose you will just have to get used to it because from now on my cock will spend a lot of time inside you. Perhaps," I grinned broadly as a wicked thought entered my mind, "I should whip your arse first so you don't notice the pain of my cock going inside."

I had meant that as a joke, but the idea did have some merit in it and I wondered how the slave would feel about having its splendid arse thrashed red by the willow before it was fucked.

I gulped. It had been a few weeks since Thelonikas had whipped me and my bum was back to a pristine, though slightly tanned, white.

"I guess it's up to you Master," my bottom lip was already trembling and as Thelonikas' eyes lit up in excitement at the idea, I began to snivel a little.

"I am your slave after all."

"You are, indeed, my slave," I agreed when it said that, "And you exist for my pleasure."

Not only for my pleasure, a warning note sounded in my mind, it existed also for my education. Hedonism was the creed we followed, the taking of pleasure, but we were taught and trained that an excess of pleasure is also an immoral thing. How much pleasure was it right and moral for me to extract from my slave's flesh?

"But also," I said to it, "You exist to teach me the proper way to conduct myself.

You have a splendid body and your arse is pure delight, so round and firm and tight that it is a joy to look at and to feel. It is an even greater joy to enter. But it is also a pleasure to watch it quiver and clench when the willow lands, and to see it turn red and fill you with pain. That I hurt you when I whip you concerns me not, pain is a part of life for all, slave or free; my question is, should I inflict that pain on you for my pleasure?

I can if I wish, because you are a slave, but is it moral for me to wish that?"

I doubted that the slave could answer my question, simply because it was a barbarian and therefore had no education.

"I suppose so Master, if you don't do it too much. If you whipped me all day every day then you would get too much pleasure and be immoral, and you would probably beat my bum so badly it wouldn't be nice and pleasure you anymore."

Thelonikas sometimes looked at me like I was completely stupid and I tried to prove to him that I wasn't completely dumb by answering his question. It was a bit like a maths question at school, and I tried hard to think of the answer.

"Very good," I smiled at it and pinched its foreskin in appreciation. It had a very ample foreskin and I had found it very entertaining to concentrate my attention just on that and see how close I could bring it to spurting by that means alone.

"But you miss an important point. The destruction of your arse obviously is undesirable, but even more undesirable is the destruction of my pleasure. If I whip you too frequently, then the pleasure obtained from the whipping will diminish and become commonplace. That is the answer you should have given, although, "I paused because I realised that I should not have needed to ask the question in the first place, "You could not be expected to give that answer as you are a mere barbarian,

A barbarian with a splendid body, however, and using that body for my pleasure gives me considerable delight."

I twiddled hard then at its foreskin, wondering if it would be able to spurt so soon after being fucked.

I moaned and wriggled as Thelonikas took hold of my cock by its foreskin and none too gently shook it.

"Please Master!" My pleading just made him laugh and he twiddled and shook my cock more, teasing me as I bucked my hips and tried to hump his hand.

My cock was still sore from being aggressively masturbated but as Thelonikas gave an extra firm twiddle it suddenly spurted, filling my foreskin with cum. Thelonikas laughed delightedly as the thin watery liquid ran out, and I squealed simultaneously in pleasure and pain.

"I swear each day you spurt more spunk," I grinned at it before telling it to clean itself by wiping up its seed with its fingers and eating it.

"You shall, from now on," I told it, "Make yourself as desirable for me as you can. I care not how you do it, but I wish that your presence and the sight of you will make my cock rise. If you do not this, then I will beat you before I fuck you, and if you do then it will be no beating before my cock goes inside you. To me that seems both reasonable and moral."

That, I felt, was a proper way out of the moral dilemma, I would not inflict punishment just for the pleasure of it, but as a warning to the slave that it was failing to satisfy my needs.

"But how am I supposed to know what pleases you Master?" I didn't like the sound of this game at all, and thought it was likely to lead to Thelonikas beating me with the willow wand a lot.

I knew he liked boys to have the faces and bodies painted so thought I should probably do that, but beyond that I wasn't sure how I should make him desire me.

Thelonikas examined my finger and put them to my mouth so I could suck the last spunk from them, and then again once I removed them from my mouth. He liked seeing me eat my own cum, and I suddenly thought this could be a way for me to make him desire me.

There was still some spunk on his body and I quickly got down on the bed and licked him clean. He looked a bit surprised as I started to lick the pool of cum from his belly button, but his cock stiffened and he seemed to enjoy the sight so I carried on.

Its tongue on my stomach aroused me, though I was not ready to fuck it again. My cock had grown hard, though, and as I had slave flesh available, I used that flesh. Its mouth, anyway.

"Suck me," I ordered it, "And make it last. I wish to take full pleasure from your mouth and only spunk when my cock can take no more."

I didn't need telling twice as I was anxious to avoid feeling the willow wand.

Thelonikas' cock was still coated with what it had picked up from my insides, and while it wasn't covered in filth I wasn't anxious to find out what my bum hole tasted like. Instead I started by licking his ball's, tonguing the sweat from them and then sucking one and then the other in my mouth.

Perhaps, I thought as it licked and sucked my balls, it came from somewhere like Crete. It seemed to have some instinct of how to treat cock and balls so as to give the greatest possible amount of pleasure, and certainly no Athenian boy who had sucked me could do it as well as this.

I lifted its head and told it to desist for a moment, find a wet cloth and clean my cock before it continued to pleasure me. "Slave you are," I said, "But I have no wish for you to eat shit and my cock has been deep in your arse."

"Thank you Master!" I really was grateful he had cleaned his cock and now didn't feel revolted when I took him into my mouth.

Thelonikas settled back on his bed sighing in pleasure and I slowly worked up and down his shaft. I had come to enjoy this taste and sucked on him hungrily, though tried to slow myself so I didn't make him cum too quickly.

 

That moment, I came to realise later, was to cause me great moral dilemma.

I fucked it regularly after that, and even told it to converse with my father's bath slave, the one who was so skilled with paint and razor, as to how a boy may always appear as an object of desire and raise his owner to lust for his flesh.

But, in doing that, and in letting it clean my cock before it sucked me after fucking it, I had strayed from the path of pure ownership and was beginning to show signs of affection. This I did not realise at once, but continued on this path, even asking it how it found being fucked now that it had been used that way a dozen times or so.

"It's easier now Master," Thelonikas' spunk was trickling of my bum hole as he raised himself from the bed.

It was the early afternoon and the second time that day Thelonikas had fucked me. Since the first time he had taken to fucking me at least once, and often two or more times, a day and while my hole was often sore and painful it no longer felt like I was being split in two.

In fact I was beginning to crave his cock inside me, and would feel strangely let down if he ever chose to forgo taking his pleasure from my behind.

Thelonikas took a drink from the water jug by his bed and unsteadily I also got up. I knew the black make up that framed my eyes and rouge that reddened my lips would be a mess, and so to ensure he desired me I gave him a pouty little smile of the type I knew he liked.

"But is it also enjoyable?" I insisted.

"Oh yes Master, it feels amazing inside me. When it hits that special place it is better than anything else!"

"And it gives you pleasure to be fucked?" I asked it, wondering. "Had you not been taken as a slave, is this a pleasure you would never have known?"

I still wondered how that could be, because my slave was now no longer a little boy but an ephebe, or would have been had he been free. He would have turned the eyes of many at the gymnasium and had suitors chasing after him, all eager for a taste of his young firm body.

"I know Master, if I wasn't your slave I would never have discovered how good it felt."

How strange it was, I thought to myself, that by becoming a slave a boy should discover pleasure.

Often have I felt the willow on my thighs for the jokes I liked to play, and another joke came to my mind then. How would it be, I wondered, if I were to take my slave to the next exercises in war that we had, and take it as my shield bearer? If I dressed him in heroic manner, greaves and helmet only, the rest of his body on display, would any of the potential suitors who watched and looked for a boy to court, be tempted to make advances on my slave?

Ephebe it now was in age, and desirable of body and only the collar round its neck to betray it was a slave.

But my joke did not end as I had planned, because at that exercise I noted Periclitos paying much attention to Glaucos. Periclitos was a young man any ephebe would wish to be courted by, a young man who would doubtless win the laurels for discus and javelin at the next city games. Glaucos, more solidly built than I, would also win in the ephebe games at wrestling; perhaps his firm, full thighs held attraction for the cock of Periclitos?

Indeed they must do, for my slave whispered in my ear to pay attention to them and when I looked it seemed to me that Periclitos was admiring Glaucos' body with more than just his eyes.

I giggled as the older man gave Thelonikas' friend's thigh a long stroke.

He was supposed to be just complimenting the boy's physique and advising him on wrestling moves, but clearly there was more to the touch than that!

I couldn't giggle too much as I wasn't really supposed to be here. Dressed in Thelonikas' old armour no-one had seen who I was, but I still had to be careful not to draw attention to myself.

"Walk with me, Glaucos," I said when our training was over. Periclitos had left before, but not before paying much attention to Glaucos' thighs and, as my giggling slave pointed out, between his thighs as well!

"Does Periclitos court you?" I asked pleasantly, not wishing to give any offence.

"More than court me," Glaucos answered boldly and held up his left wrist for me to see the silver ring he now wore there, "I have accepted him as my lover."

"Congratulations," I smiled warmly, "Many will be jealous of you."

If my intended joke had been a failure, here was a chance for a joke of s different nature entirely.

"Glaucos," I asked in my best innocent voice, "Have you yet had a fuck?"

He had boasted many times of having achieved this but I had always doubted his honesty in this matter. He blushed red and, after a few stammers, agreed that his cock was still virgin.

I hear," I said, tempting him, "That the Baths of Adonis have a Cretan there. He is, so I'm told, old, fifteen at least, but still a Cretan. My slave tells me that being fucked is a great pleasure and I want to explore if it is as much a pleasure as fucking, so I intend to rent an hour or two of the Cretan so it can find if this is so or not. Would you care to join us and sample Cretan arse?"

Naturally, Glaucos could not agree fast enough and I made the arrangements for two days time.

"You," I told my slave when I next had it in my bed, "Are to find out if it is better to fuck or be fucked."

"How am I to do that Master?" My bum hole was a bit sore as Thelonikas had given it a vigorous fucking and I was laying face down on his bed panting.

"You also will fuck the Cretan," I told it. "True, I would rent it for him to have his first fuck, as a present for catching Periclitos as his lover, and so I will. But I would have you also fuck it so you may find which is better, to have cock inside you or to have your cock in an arse. Of course," I stroked its rather sweaty back, "I will also enjoy the sight as well."

"Did you not hear me say this to Glaucos?" I asked. Slaves, I knew, heard everything and always pretended that they heard nothing.

"I did Master," I admitted shyly, "But I wasn't sure if I should be listening to you and your friend talk."

The word friend hung between us. Thelonikas definitely wasn't my friend, I was his slave and he was my owner so he couldn't be friends with me anymore than he could be friends with his pony, but I still liked him.

Well most of the time. Sometimes after he had beaten me with the cane just because he enjoyed it and left me crying myself to sleep I thought I hated him, but other times when he was cuddling me or fondling me I thought I loved him.

"Well you know the pleasure I take from your arse," I told it, and stroked the firm mounds between which my cock had so recently spent itself, "Both for my rod and for the willow," I grinned and gave its arse a firm slap with my hand.

The crack of my hand on its flesh was somehow exciting, less so than the sharper, and much more wicked crack of the willow when it landed there and made the slave squirm and squeal, but exciting nonetheless.

I used the willow far less often now, the slave was fully trained and did not need to be reminded of its duties, but I had noticed, the last times I had whipped it, that the blows of the willow somehow seemed to excite it as well, and though it howled and shed tears by the pail full, it was, for some reason I could not understand, always fully hard when I had finished.

"It will be just for your cock, though," I told it, "I do not think the owner of the baths will let you beat it as well."

I yelped as Thelonikas spanked my bum, the smack leaving a lingering heat on the cheek he had smacked.

He hadn't hit me with the cane for a few weeks now, and I found myself thinking about it more and more. Thelonikas didn't hold back when whipping me and by the end I would always be sobbing and begging him to stop, but embarrassingly my cock would always be hard.

Even the smack on my bum had made my cock go semi and I lay flat on my stomach to hide my hardness. "I know Master, I just want to fuck him."

I wasn't really sure if that was the truth. I enjoyed taking Thelonikas' cock and knew how to do it, but the idea of sticking my cock in another boy's bum was still quite scary.

"I wonder," I said, stroking softly the red patch on its arse where I had slapped it, "If it feels as good to have cock inside you as it does to put cock into a boy?" I was really thinking aloud again, but I knew my slave would say nothing of what it heard. It belonged to me completely now and it both knew and understood that. "If, perhaps, knowing what it is like to fuck makes being fucked feel even better?

And, perhaps," I mused, wondering again why the willow should make the slave go hard, "If perhaps a good whipping makes being fucked even better still?"

I gulped, a bit worried about he direction his thoughts seemed to be heading in, but answered truthfully none the less. As a good slave it did not occur to me to try and lie to my Master.

"It sometimes makes it feel good Master," I admitted, "You feel the fucking more keenly as your bum is sensitive."

"You know how when your father whips your backside you are reminded of it every time you sit down for the next few days? Well every time your hips hit my bum and thighs when you fuck me after a whipping it tingles and hurts. But in a sort of good way."

"Then I must beat you more often," I grinned, and, perhaps a little immorally, felt a little thrill of excitement at the thought of beating it to screaming before I fucked it.

"But for now I must content myself with watching you fuck a Cretan and having you tell me after which you like best."

I patted it affectionately and stroked the backs of its smooth thighs.

 

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