Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 18:48:55 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 8 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 8 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: Well, the focus of the story now will be on the couple of weeks before the rest of the students show up for class. I promise the sex content will continue to increase. I have some future chapters written, but would love to hear any ideas you have. This story is a complete work of fiction. To my knowledge, no school like Sparta College exists. As the story continues, it may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts involving an adult and underage boys and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic upsetting or offensive, then please leave now. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy the story, please let me know. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. I would really love to hear your thoughts on the story. I hope you enjoy it. Email me at spartaguy23@gmail.com Chapter 8 "You have five minutes for your introductions," said Nicolas. Each pair sat in the grass and began to talk. "Hello Lucas, my name is Stefan Devaroux. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, I have been looking forward to it for several months," Stefan smiled at my surprise at his knowing my name. "We are told who our charges will be at the end of the previous school year," Stefan explained. "I've been learning all about you and your family since I found out. You are in even better shape than I thought you would be." His eyes were appraising my body as he said it. "Thanks," I said, both proud and embarrassed. "Since you know a lot about me, please tell me about you. Where are you from?" "My family lives in France, but my mother is American and I went to a boarding school here in the States, so I don't have an accent. I have two sisters and a brother. The older sister is married to a Spartan and lives here in the US. The other one is your age and attending college here in the US. My brother is 16 and goes to the same boarding school I attended. Obviously, my father is a Spartan, but my mother is from a Spartan family as well. Being both French and Spartan, we grew up in very much of nudist household. We never wore clothes when we were at home. My main sports growing up were swimming and skiing, and of course, wrestling." His manner was very easy going and he was instantly likeable. "Are you nervous?" he asked. "A little," I confessed. "It helps that my friend Erik is here as well. We weren't nude around the house, but we would take trips with our dads and were always naked then, so we are pretty comfortable with it. Some of the guys we met right before you came out aren't quite as cool with it though." "At first, it is an adjustment for almost everyone. Everything is in the open and there are no secrets at Sparta. You and the rest will adapt to it quickly. That is what the first two weeks are for. When the rest of the school arrives you guys will be full Spartans." "Alright! Your attention please!" said Nicolas. "I have the pleasure of introducing the Headmaster of Sparta to you at this time. Mr. Robert Stills." A man looking to be in his early 50's had appeared by Nicolas's side while we were talking with our mentors. He had short salt and pepper hair and was in great physical shape. I couldn't help but notice that he had a very long cock and heavy balls, hanging low in his sack. "Men, welcome to Sparta and welcome to the Spartan way," said Mr. Stills in a commanding baritone voice. "This is the first day of a new life for you. Today, you leave the structures of outside society behind and begin to open yourselves to the pleasures and rewards of Sparta. "Our philosophy is based on three things: First is the hierarchy of dominance. It is present here at this school and in the outside world. Spartans strive to dominate others whether it is in athletics, academics, or the business world. Those who are stronger and smarter will enjoy the servitude of those below them. The ancient Spartans dominated the world. We expect our graduates to do the same. The second is acceptance. As long as an act or philosophy causes no one physical or emotional harm, we accept it. We accept all people, regardless of race, religion, or any other orientation. You will encounter people who engage in activity you may not wish to participate in both here at Sparta and after you leave. It is your choice to participate or not, but if you don't participate, it is not your place to judge those who do. The third is sensual pleasure. We are born sensual beings and the satisfaction of that desire is too often denied in outside society. Here, you will learn to release any inhibitions you have been brought up with or learned from others. Spartans are men and men enjoy the pleasures of the flesh in whatever form that happens to take. Our bodies often know better than our minds what will please them. Never be ashamed of what your body is telling you. When your cock is hard, it shouldn't be hidden, it's telling you something. A hard cock is a sign of manhood and a signal from your body that it is enjoying and anticipating whatever is happening and your mind shouldn't get in the way of satisfying your body. The outside world has told many of you that the pleasures of the flesh are wrong or at least that certain pleasures of the flesh are wrong. You must leave that behind. Trust me, your cock and the rest of your body will thank you. "As you sit know, is how you will be attired the whole time you are Sparta, the exception being when you are running. As we celebrate the pleasures of the flesh, we celebrate the flesh as well, so there is no need for the false modesty of the outside world. You are all in great shape and in the coming months, your bodies will become even more muscular and defined. You should take pride in that and not cover it unnecessarily. "So, welcome men to your knew lives! I know all of your fathers and uncles and look forward to knowing each of you as intimately as I know them" he concluded and then turned and walked away. From the back, he was just as impressive. His shoulders were broad and his back well muscled. "Your first lesson in the Spartan way is one in trust," said Nicolas. "Your mentors will now blindfold you. Until you are instructed, you will not speak, your hands will remain at your sides, you will not move from where you lie. Is this understood?" "Yes," we chanted, having no idea what was to come. Stefan reached into the bag he had brought and pulled out a number of items. There was a bowl, into which he poured hot water, a straight edged razor, a small container without a label, and a strop on which to sharpen the blade. He then knelt behind me and tied on a blindfold as the other mentors did the same. It was a very good blindfold as I could see nothing. He laid me on my back and adjusted my knees so that they were up and spread wide apart. I could hear him and the others sharpening their razors. My mind began to race. Were they going to cut some sort of mark into each of us? As my thoughts began to jump from one frightening thing to another, I felt something warm and smooth on my balls and around my dick. I could hear Jason next to me mumble, "What the fuck?" Just as I began to focus and realized that shaving cream had just been applied to my genitals, I felt the first swipe of the blade as my pubic hair was being removed. Next, he shaved between my balls and ass, so he held my balls in one hand to keep them out of the way. His touch was soft and he knew what he was doing with the razor. Having done the area on the sides and under my sack, he now moved onto my balls. When the razor first met the skin of my sack, I tensed. "Relax," he said softly. "Trust me. Lay back and enjoy it. Focus on the pleasure." With each stroke of the razor, I was able to relax a bit more. His touch was nice. I could feel the heat of his body by mine. My cock started to rise. As it did, I heard Stefan murmur, "Nice". As he shaved different areas, he moved to different sides, first between my legs, then on one side, then the other. It was now time to shave the curly hair above and around my cock. He reapplied shaving cream, around the base of my now somewhat hard dick. He gave my dick several strokes until I was fully hard. He adjusted his position so that he had a leg on either side of my head. I remembered the countless times Erik and I had been in this exact position. I knew that as he leaned forward to shave me, his cock and balls would be right on my face. I first felt his balls brush gently back and forth across my mouth. Stefan was moving my cock various ways as he shaved me and it seemed that he definitely was playing with it a bit more than he needed to. I decided to leave my mouth open and see what happened. I was soon rewarded with his balls resting on my open lips. I decided to give them a quick lick. "Nice, but not now," whispered Stefan. Stefan used a warm damp towel to clean off the shaving cream. As he took the blindfold off, I sat up and my eyes adjusted, I could see that everyone was sitting up at about the same time. Next to me Jason's cock was about 3/4 hard and he looked like he wanted to cover it up, but did not dare. Looking around, the classmates near me all had semi erections. I concluded that while the shaving was pleasurable enough for our teenage cocks to get hard, there might have been too much nervousness and embarrassment to get fully hard. "Mentors, we will go directly to the gym," said Nicolas. As we walked the short distance to the gym, I was getting my first view of the rest of the class and their mentors. While we varied in height and hair color, one thing was consistent, this group of males had great bodies. As I looked closer, it was generally easy to pick out the older of the two as they walked side by side. The mentors had more definition in their builds, their chests larger, their waists trimmer. It wasn't that the new guys were out of shape, but the two year's worth of working out definitely showed on the older guys. As we entered the gym, I feigned the same awe and surprise as my classmates. I was getting slightly hard looking at the bench where Andrea had sucked both my and Nicolas' dicks. I caught Erik's eye and we exchanged a quick grin. Stefan and the other mentors instructed us on each of the machines and its proper use. They spotted for us and we for them. We exchanged easy chit chat was we went from machine to machine. Stefan's older sister was married to Spartan man and lived here in the States. His father also owned a business. From the answers he gave, it was apparent that his family was fairly well off as well. He'd had girlfriends in France and at school, but no longer saw either of them. Putting on his French accent, he laughed and said, "But, of courz, I fucked zem both and left zem, becauz I am French." He explained that the French are much more open about sex and sexuality than Americans seemed to be. His French girlfriend and he were having sex at age 15, his American girl held out until they were 17. I could see how they would both fall for Stefan; he was stunningly good looking, yet very engaging and nice. Doing a chest press, I was laying on the very bench Andrea had been on when she sucked my cock, Stefan was standing on the other side of the bar, spotting me. I felt hands on each of my upper thighs and looked down to see Nicolas smiling at me and he said, "Excellent Luke! You have great technique." He winked at me and as I got up, he brushed his hand against my cock. It was slight enough that no one else would have noticed, but I was sure it was on purpose. I started to glance around the gym and noticed that it didn't seem to matter to anyone that we were naked. My classmates were concentrating on lifting and making a good impression, so they didn't seem to notice the slight caresses and touches they were being given. At times, it wasn't a slight touch, in order to help with a lift, there were often times when we would be cock to ass or one person's cock would be pressed against a different part of the body. But no one except me was thinking about sex, it was a group of men focused on the weights. Stefan caught me glancing around taking it all in and gave me a knowing wink. I knew then, this was part of the plan. There were no clocks, so I don't know how long we were working, but it was the longest and most strenuous workout I had ever had. I was exhausted and I could feel my muscles pulse. Nicolas said it was time to head back to the dorms. If the group looked impressive on the way to gym, the pumped up masculinity walking back was incredible. After that amount of lifting, the blood was flowing to our muscles and everyone looked even more chiseled. I was very thankful Erik and I had stayed with our workout plan. We put our sandals in our rooms as we walked by and got to the very public shower. Stefan and I got shower heads on the far wall and turned the water on. The water was hot and felt wonderful. At first I was too wrapped up enjoying washing the sweat off to pay any attention to what was going on. As I looked around the shower area, I could see a number of mentors using soap on their cocks and stroking them. One of them said loudly, "Oh Kevin, you and I have the same problem, whenever anything warm and wet gets on our cocks, we just get automatically get hard ons." A ripple of laughter went through the room as well as several mutters of "Me too". Now several of the guys were opening jerking off. The one named Kevin responded back by saying, "Well, if there isn't someone who I can deposit it in, the showers the best place to cum! Easy clean up!" Another wave of laughter. It seemed all of the mentors, including Stefan, were now stroking their hard dicks. They were not turned toward the wall hiding things but instead openly displaying what they were doing. A number of my classmates had turned to face the wall, thinking that they would give the men jacking off privacy even if they didn't seem to want it. Jason was on the other side of me and was definitely not watching the goings on. It seemed he was oblivious to open display of young men stroking themselves. I had obviously never seen this many hard cocks at one time, nor a scene quite like this. The closest thing was the campfire jackoff a couple of years previous. My dick had definitely gotten hard and I was stroking it and looking at the other guys. I could see how Stefan's foreskin moved up and down on his hard cock, but I resisted an impulse to grab it. Now did not seem like the time. Pretty soon, one or two at a time, dicks were shooting cum into the air. "Damn it Bruce, you shot it on me, now I have to wash all over again." "Oh, hey, new distance record dude." "What, did you cum over at the gym when no one was watchin', you barely shot anything." The comments sprang from the boys in good natured ribbing, but it was obvious to me that this was staged and meant to show us that what we had been told earlier was indeed true; there was no need to hide or cover up the enjoyment of physical pleasure at Sparta. Stefan was facing me as he stroked is very nice hard cock. I was definitely intent of shooting a load. He moaned and shot a long stream of white jism that barely missed me. This set me off and I shot as well. I looked at Stefan and he was smiling broadly at me. One by one, the showers were turned off and we toweled off. The area designated for drying off was barely big enough, so there was inevitable body contact. Since most of the guys had just cum, there wasn't a sensuality to the touch, but it seemed again to encourage comfort in male to male contact. As we prepared to leave, Nicolas appeared at the door. "Each of you will be asked to come to the office for a one on one interview. The rest of you, report to your rooms. Jason, you're first up. Follow me," the rest of you wait in your rooms. As we got to the room, Stefan and I each collapsed on our beds, the work we had done at the gym catching up to us. "The next couple of weeks will be your introduction to the true Spartan life and ideals," said Stefan. "The days and nights will be filled with instruction on everything from survival, to anatomy, to stealth." "That's an interesting orientation to college life," I replied. "Somehow, I didn't think it would be the same had I gone to State." "A couple of other things to know about life at Sparta," said Stefan. "There isn't a lot of housekeeping since the rooms are obviously spare and we don't have clothes to wash, but what does need to be done isn't our concern. In Sparta, there was a servant class who served the Spartans. We don't replicate that exactly, but the tasks of cooking, cleaning, and maintaining the school are performed by recent grads. It's determined by how much support their fathers or uncles give to the school. If their families weren't able to cover the obligation, they have to work to repay the school. " "That doesn't seem fair," I said. "Just because their families don't have money doesn't seem like a reason to make them work like maids." "It's about honor Luke," said Stefan. "The men are happy to do it, because they are thankful for what Sparta has taught them. They know there will be opportunities in the future." At this point, a surly Jason appeared at my door and said that I was to report to the main office. In contrast to the dorm rooms, the office was very well appointed with dark wood paneling, thick carpet and furniture made of matching wood and velvet upholstery. Nicolas motioned me to sit at chair next to a table with a small machine on it. Sitting behind the table was a man in his late 40's. He was obviously naked as well and still had the body of a man much younger. "We are going to get your entire sexual history, Luke," said Nicolas. "This is Mr. Johnson and he will be operating a lie detector as you answer the questions. There is no reason to tell anything other than the full truth. We don't judge anything you have done, in fact we celebrate it. We use the lie detector because outside society has taught you to hide your sexuality and your sexual activities. This helps to ensure that you overcome that. We don't want to know any names of the people you were involved in, but we do need to know a bit about the circumstances. Are you ready to start?" As Nicolas was giving me the instructions, Mr. Johnson was connecting the machine to my fingers and chest. I nodded my head, obviously nervous, but very thankful that I wouldn't have to say that in fact I had sucked off Nicolas and been blown by his wife. "Relax, you have nothing to hide," said Nicolas as he began the questions. They started easy with when I started masturbating, how often I did it, was I naked a great deal when growing up, was I comfortable being naked around other people. Then things got interesting. "Have you masturbated in a group?" "What were the circumstances?" "Has someone else brought you to orgasm through masturbation?" I answered truthfully, but stayed as vague as I could about when and where, except of course admitting that Nicolas had just seen me shoot me wad along with a number of the other guys in the shower. "Now, we will talk about your sexual experiences with other people," said Nicolas. And the questions came pretty quickly, focusing on my activity with men. I admitted that I had sucked several cocks and mine had been sucked by one, a friend of mine. "Has you ass been penetrated by a cock?" asked Nicolas. I responded that it hadn't and Nicolas glanced at Mr. Johnson who nodded that it was the truth. "Have you penetrated anyone's ass with your cock?" Again, I answered that I hadn't. "Now, we will talk about your experience with women," said Nic. "How many women have sucked your cock?" "Two," I replied. I thought Nicolas smiled knowing that his wife was one of the two. "Have you performed oral sex on a female?" "Have you had intercourse with a female?" While Nicolas was being very professional and giving no hints that he had participated on some of my sexual history, he glanced at Mr. Johnson for confirmation after each of my last two negative responses. It seemed that he had a bit of a curious, devilish grin. But he quickly returned to the businesslike manner he had maintained during the session. "That's all," said Nicolas. "Thank you for your honesty. You should be proud of what you have done and look forward to more in the future." "I need to take a break," said Mr. Johnson as he got up. "Go ahead," said Nicolas, "I'll unhook him." As he removed the sensors from my body, he was obviously using more body contact than was necessary. "Andrea will be very interested to hear this cock hasn't been in a pussy," said Nicolas grinning and fondling my dick a bit. He finished disconnecting things and stood by my chair. He put his hands on my shoulders and used his strong fingers to massage me. He also turned my head so that I was facing his slightly growing cock. "Would you like a bit more information about what will happen in the next few days?" he asked as he continued the massage. I replied I would. "Of course, you will have to show your gratitude," he said as he moved his dick closer to my face. I guided it into my mouth and felt it swelling to its full size. He began to pump slowly, face fucking me with a steady rhythm. "Oh yes, you are a natural born cock sucker," he said softly. "We get the sexual history primarily to see which guys have had sex with other guys. Obviously, not all of the new men have had your 'opportunities'. We need to go slowly with them, it takes a while for them to realize the wisdom and enjoyment of the Spartan philosophy when it comes to having sex with men." Nicolas was speaking slowly and obviously torn between what he wanted to say and enjoying the hot wet mouth wrapped around his cock. I pulled his dick out and ran my tongue along the rim of his huge dick. He let out a soft sigh and was quiet for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Even though I had just cum in shower, sucking Nicolas was such a turn on that my cock was getting hard again. "We do find out interesting things. Your neighbor Jason hasn't done anything other than jerk off. No women or men. He is pretty hung up about sex in general. You can help us by letting him know in subtle ways that sex among guys can be a natural and enjoyable thing." I felt someone on else nearby. I glanced up from Nicolas' cock to see that Mr. Johnson had returned and was kneeling between my legs. "About time I was able to suck one of these," said Mr. Johnson. "God, I love freshman dick and this one looks great." And with that in one motion my hard cock was all the way down his throat. This guy knew what he was doing! The conversation stopped as the three of us began focusing on our pleasure. I could feel Nicolas' balls brushing my chin as he slowly slid his dick in and out of my mouth. I slid my hand up and down the crack of his tight ass and he spread his legs apart to accommodate my exploring fingers. Mr. Johnson was giving me one of the most spectacular blow jobs I had ever had. He was using his tongue in ways Erik had obviously never dreamed of. I slid a finger into Nicolas' ass while starting to feel the first stirrings of an approaching orgasm. As I slid my finger all the way into Nicolas' hole, he gasped, and forced his cock deep into my mouth. It was becoming obvious Nicolas liked a finger in his ass. His breathing grew heavier and I knew he was close. I let my finger slide in and out of his ass to match his thrusts into my mouth. His breath was faster and faster and suddenly I felt fingers giving my right nipple a hard squeeze. Since a large cock was filling my mouth, I'm not sure what it sounded like, but I let out a combination of a scream of pain and moan of pleasure. My dick immediately began shooting deep into Mr. Johnson's mouth. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go and found what I would later learn was Nicolas' prostate. He roared and filled my mouth with more cum than I had ever experienced before. He continued to slowly pump as he recovered. "It's going to be very hard not to play with you openly these next several weeks," he said softly as he pulled his cock from my mouth. Mr. Johnson was licking my shrinking dick, not wanting to leave any of my cum. "I love the taste of a young man's cum," sighed Mr. Johnson as he stood up and began licking cum off his own hand. He had obviously been stroking while giving my head. "I think I caught it all in my hand, Nic. I'd hate to leave a mess on the carpet."