Memoirs 5
As with previous parts of these unattributable writings, matters
are discussed that do not conform with modern concepts of morality and
behaviour and it is once again urged that they should be kept from the eyes of
those not of a sufficient age to read them.
Sympo has urged me that when I write of boy slaves I should do so
in the manner that men speak of them and indeed use the words those boy slaves
themselves use. He argues, and though he is but eleven he has already some
ability to dispute, that if I do not so, I do not present a true account of
these times past and present and thus defeat my own intentions.
I believe I sense a plot against me when Mato comes to his aid.
"I know you like my cock," he says, "That when it is soft you
much enjoy holding both it and my balls in your hand, and when hard you use
both hand and mouth to bring it to shooting forth my seed for you to taste and
eat. Why then do you not write that, but write instead that I give pleasure to
your eyes and mouth with my front? And though you have not yet written of it,
will you write also that you find pleasure with your mouth and fingers in my
rear, and not that though your cock can no longer get hard enough to go inside
me, your fingers and tongue make much use of my hole?"
"This is a learned work," I protest, "I write so scholars in some
distant future time may gain understanding of our city and of how we live now,
in what to them, will be a distant and forgotten past."
Mato surprises me now by questioning if my enjoyment of boy
slaves, though and perhaps because of age, may differ in detail from the
enjoyments other owners found in their boy properties, was not the essence the
same?
"Do not all men own boy slaves so they may enjoy the pleasures to
be found in the bodies of those?" he asks.
My eyebrows lift in surprise; I had not believed Mato to have
intelligence sufficient to dispute, and must confess that I had taken him from
a farm at the age of ten for his body and the evident delights that would
provide, and had given then, nor later, any consideration to his mind.
Why, Sympo demands to know, had I not taken Mato earlier? Was it
that his body had no attraction before he became ten?
Patiently I attempt explanation of the economics of boy farming,
how if good profit is to be obtained from a crop it must be sold to satisfy the
varied needs of those who purchase it, and how many men wish for boy slaves of
six or eight, and others though fewer, hold to a belief that the greatest pleasure
to be found is that obtained from a fresh and unused boy slave of ten when he
is entered for the first time.
"You must remember," I tell Sympo, "That we talk here of farmed
boys, bred and reared for the sole purpose of providing men with pleasure, and
from an early age they have become familiar with the use of their mouths to
provide pleasure."
"By learning how to suck a cock," Sympo bluntly and crudely
interrupts.
"Indeed so," I agree, and as Sympo has spoken bluntly I reply to
him in the same manner, "And as those who are not harvested at six or even
eight, grow older, they become aware by nature alone and with no need for
instruction, that there is another place that may be used for cock to enter
them, and by the age of ten their bodies develop a desire to take cock inside
them there, and such boys sell for the highest price of all."
"Why Mato," Sympo persists, "And not some other boy? All boys
have holes for fingers, tongue and cock. Why, when you had choice of all, did
you pick Mato?"
"Because he has a splendid body," I say the truth, "And it seemed
most evident that as he grew from boy to youth, his cock would grow to one that
would provide me with endless delight."
"Which I hope much that it does," Mato grins at me, knowing well
that it does so indeed.
"There can be no doubt," I explain as clearly as I am able, "That
whilst he is a boy, pleasure is centred in the mouth, though some men find it
also in the rear, but as he turns from boy to youth it is the front that
provides the greatest delight to men who truly appreciate the delights to be
found in the bodies of such. To bring a youth with a splendid cock to seeding
in his mouth is amongst a man's greatest pleasures."
"And a boy's," Sympo grins, "I love eating Mato's seed."
"As do, I," Doro cheeps, "But I also like it much when our owner
pokes his tongue in me at the back."
"It cannot be," Sympo becomes again the budding philosopher,
"That there will ever be a time to come when men do not keep boy slaves for
their pleasure, for it is the most natural thing for men to use boys for
pleasure, and natural also for boys to be used in such a manner."
"Indeed," I say, bringing this discussion to a conclusion, "I
cannot conceive how men could live with any happiness if they were deprived of
the delights of boys."
In truth I cannot conceive that men could live with happiness in
such a world, yet for some time now have I had fears that they may have to do
so.
Now as I peruse past years I can see that the seeds of such
catastrophe were already planted, indeed that the first shoots were visible if
men had eyes to see.
The very lands that Niko and I now farm, though at my advanced
age I take no part in farming now, were once filled with wild tribes providing
a seemingly endless crop of slaves, and thoughtlessly our city harvested them
until the land became barren and none were there left to harvest.
The treaty I concluded with a tribe to do our harvesting for us
from lands too distant for it to be economically not viable for the city to
harvest for itself should have been warning sufficient, but for many years that
arrangement provided us with bumper crops and all believed those good times
would last forever.
Now the numbers harvested in the wild are dwindling and the
demand for farmed boy slaves grows each year, though, in truth, that demand has
made me very rich and wealthy.
In my middle years, those years in which a man's desires are at
their height, I could easily afford to keep a stable of fifty and make good and
frequent use of all and presented my indulgence as being of general benefit to
the economy of the city.
Boy slaves, I said in my role as philosopher, were the keystone
of the economy of the city.
A man makes purchase of a boy slave, I declared, to use for his
pleasure; and let us for the sake of argument say that he finds his pleasure in
boy slaves of six, as many men do. That same boy slave will be sold again and
probably again as he ages and so keep money circulating, until he is sold for a final time, not then
as a boy slave to be used for pleasure, but as a slave to work the fields,
quarries and mines or whatever task his owner makes purchase of him for.
Without boy slaves, I argued, men would have no outlet for their
desires, would grow frustrated and unrest begin to grow in the city. Men would
eventually rise in revolt against the city magistrates, demand a Council that
would provide them with the boy slaves they had need of, and this would
inevitably lead to a war with another city so that city could be conquered and
their boys taken as slaves.
There were some who expressed belief that war was the answer
should there come a time when a slave shortage reached to crisis, and there
were those indeed who advocated it, proposing that by conquest of other cities
we would not only acquire a large number of slaves, we would also reduce the
competition for whatever wild stock there still remained.
Some philosophers made this the subject of their dinner talks and
a faction began to grow in its favour, and I took the opportunity of keeping
myself in public notice by refuting it, a matter that required no great
intelligence. Wars, I explained, are lost as well as won, and should our city
fail in an attempt to conquer and enslave a neighbour city, then we and not
they would become the slaves.
These dinner discussions, designed and intended at the start only
as entertainment, in the course of several years became a matter of serious
discussion and deliberation in the City Council as we discovered that other
cities also were beginning to suffer from shortages in slave supply.
All knew and understood that a shortage of slaves for labour
would affect agriculture and public works, but those were matters that could be
dealt with. A simple reduction in quarrying and building would release slaves
for work in fields, and though fine new buildings would not be built, still
would the city be provided with food to eat, but the morale and mental health
of citizens would be in great danger if they did not have boys to use for their
pleasure.
These disruptions to our life were still a long way from becoming
anything approaching reality and though men talked of them they closed their
minds to the evidence; boy slaves were still in plentiful enough supply and
most assumed they always would be.
I could see most plainly though that this would not be so.
The farms that Niko and I had established were yielding now a
regular and steady harvest, but already it was clear to me that the crop we
produced did no more than keep the numbers of boy slaves available in the
market at a steady level.
It is important to keep in mind the numbers involved to
appreciate the hugeness of the problem that would inevitably eventually arrive.
The city had some ten thousand adult men living in it, and each of those men
owned at least one boy slave, and all who could afford the cost of purchase
owned more than one. I, at the height of my wealth and need owned fifty and was
not alone in keeping a sizeable stable for my pleasures. Even now in my almost
declined years, I own three, and they sufficient for my needs only because my
needs are much limited by my years.
Yet still are there many nights when Mato retires to sleep with
empty balls and unable to rise to the hardness required to enter Sympo, so
great has been the use I made of his splendid cock.
I estimate that, to maintain the health and well-being of the
citizenry at its present level the city must have some fifty thousand boy
slaves, and a very minimum supply of five thousand new each year.
To provide a farmed crop of such a number would need a stock of
some twelve thousand breeding females and a stud stable of a thousand males to
service them, and it became obvious to me that the city's demand for new boy
slaves would have to be reduced.
My warnings of the dire future to come, of the time when only the
very rich could afford to purchase even a single boy slave, so few would there
be available in the market, would I knew go unheeded, coming from one who owned
fifty, and at the age of sixty I made the self-sacrificing decision to retain
possession of my entire stable, selling none till it became too old to use for
pleasure of any sort, turning with age from youth to young man.
Even those I did not sell but returned to the farms from whence
they had come so they could sow more seed and new crops be grown. Those I did
not replace, thus depriving myself of young mouth for pleasure and schooling
myself to find delight instead in the younger youth.
In truth such was no great hardship; as I recalled the teachings
of Ephebophilos and the pleasures I enjoyed by his use of me when I was his boy
slave, and employed those same techniques he had used on me on my boy slave
youths when I enjoyed them, I discovered the truth he had so devoutly searched
for.
The body of the older boy and the younger youth is filled to the
brim with pleasure waiting to be released, and as he turns from boy to youth
his mind is also filled with the need for the pressure of that pent up pleasure
to be eased for if it is not, it sours within him.
This development of the mind, I became convinced, comes as the
cock begins to grow, and though I must ask for my rambling to be excused, it
being my age that causes my mind to wander, I make no excuse for my choice of
words; men and boys both know of what a cock is and of the power it holds over
them and I believe it fitting that I speak here of it as it is and do not
attempt polite language to conceal the desires it creates.
Boy slaves make acquaintance with cock at an early age, learning
to take it in their mouths and to consume the seed it produces when it is
pleasured, but they have no understanding of it as a cock, nor do they relate
it to the tiny thing they have between their legs. They know only that they
provide pleasure to their owners by the use of their mouths and have no
knowledge or understanding that later they will be called upon to provide their
owners with pleasure by having it enter them in the other place.
It is my belief that for most some understanding of the nature of
the pleasures they provide begins at probably the age of nine when the thing
between their legs begins to grow most often hard, similar in nature though not
in size to the ones they take so often in their mouths. Then do they begin to
understand that they too have cocks, and cock, as it is wont to do, invades
their minds.
Cock, as all men know, is a demanding master, and if a man is
willing to cast his mind back to when he was a boy and youth, he must perforce
admit that the demands upon him made by his cock were even greater then than
now they are. He becomes desperate to find pleasure with his cock, and
desperate also for the pleasure another's cock may give him.
For boy slaves this craving is easily and often satisfied; even
if he is owned by one who takes no delight in the cocks of young youths and
uses them only to enter and ride, a well-ridden youth may be brought to
seeding, his cock untouched, just by the riding of him, and this, I am certain,
because he knows he has cock inside him and longs to use his own cock for such
a purpose.
But what of the boy who is not a boy slave? The boy who is the
son of a citizen? Does he not have those same desires? The same craving to use
and be used by cock?
Use certainly he will make of it, the custom of the city being
that at thirteen, a son is presented by his father with a boy slave for his
use, both for his pleasure and for his health's sake, for at that age a boy's
balls begin to grow and swell from holding the seed he now makes, and if not
emptied with regularity they could swell to a monstrous size and doubtless
eventually burst.
The sons of citizens know well the pleasures they obtain by the
use of their cocks, but of the wonders of being used they know nothing. The
learned Ephebophilos made claim that all boys, be they boy slaves or sons of
citizens, are designed both to give and receive pleasure and said that he found
no difference in the pleasures he obtained from both, nor in the ecstasy he
could produce in them by the skilful and sophisticated uses he made of them to
satisfy their inner needs and desires.
True he had not used a sufficient number of the sons of citizens
to proclaim his theory as definitive, and for myself I had but Niko as my
evidence, who, when my pupil, had contrived to be beaten soundly and often and
wished he were a boy slave, so great was his need to be used for pleasure and
satisfy his desires.
This, though, was sufficient for an idea to take root in my mind,
and rooted once it began to grow and I sought a way to bring it to the minds of
citizens.
Sympo has been reading my words aloud to Mato who is standing
opposite me and has not restored his kirtle to his body since he permitted me
to pleasure both him and myself with my mouth on his splendid cock,
understanding my nature well enough to know that as I write of boys and
pleasure now I will take delight and perhaps some inspiration from the sight of
his uncovered form.
He grins when Sympo speaks aloud my words, pleased and proud both
that a man finds his unclothed body a delight to the eye, and Sympo pretends to
sulk as he is not yet of an age to have a cock that arouses desire.
"It will grow soon enough, Sympo," I assure him, "Already your
body churns as your cock makes attempt to expel seed you cannot yet produce
when you are used for pleasure, be that by me, Mato or Doro."
Sympo is forced to grin also; he adores the uses made of him, as
any boy should.
Doro, of course, has not yet discovered that he has a cock but
knows well enough now the pleasure he finds and takes from having one in his
mouth and he whines with happiness when tongue invades him from the rear.
I wonder at times if I should have Sympo enter him. Sympo I know
would do that deed most willingly but I do not know if such would be a pleasure
yet also for Doro.
But to return again to my tale, for I know my boy slaves will be
of no interest to any who may in some distant future chance upon these words.
There was not then and is still not, a noticeable shortage of boy
slaves for sale in the market – the city has been ever fortunate that
traders from distant lands bring exotic specimens to our market, though in no
great number and the prices for them are high, it is a steady and regular
supply of luxury items in addition to the twice yearly harvest of the wild crop
and the now monthly harvest from the farms.
For those who paid attention to such matters though, a decline,
though yet small, could be seen. Where once there had been a glut now there was
sufficiency only, and stories began to reach us that other cities were
encountering problems, and one, far distant Puerpolis, had been obliged to
introduce rationing and no citizen there now permitted to own more than ten.
Here the slow reduction in numbers harvested raised little
concern; the average citizen could still buy new each year and the wealthy fill
their stables as they pleased. It was the poor who began to suffer and murmurs
of discontent began to be heard as those poorer citizens found themselves
obliged to purchase items that would once have gone unsold and been sent to
serve in the city's baths.
It was to those citizens I first presented my thoughts arriving
uninvited at a district assembly, my reputation as philosopher and farm owner
sufficient for me to be permitted to make address.
Many were the discontented comments that were hurled at me as
those poorer citizens bewailed the increasing prices of boy slaves in the
market, they proclaiming the obvious that no man may be expected to live a
healthy and productive life if he has no boy slave for his bed, and such were
the comments that I wished to hear.
"Of course," I told them, "No man can be happy and healthy in his
mind unless he owns a boy slave to use for pleasure and relief, but consider
what is a boy slave but a piece of property, no different from any other
property save that it lives and breathes and has a mouth and hole that may be
entered for your pleasure? A boy slave is your property, you own it, but do you
not have others in your dwellings that have mouths and holes the same as those
of the properties you own? Do you not all have sons? And is not a son by law
the property of his father? You own your sons no less than you own your boy
slaves, in that they are both your property there is no difference between
them. Make use then of your sons, for they will cost you nothing, or if you
find you have no wish to use your sons, exchange them with another and use his
and he yours. All boys, be they sons or slaves, have mouths, holes and cocks.
All may be used for pleasure and all have within them the same desire to be so
used. Complain not that you have no boy slave for your bed while you have sons
that go unused."
So I spoke to them, and in that most basic of ways so my words
would not be mistaken, and indeed my words were heeded, for now, some twenty
years since I spoke them, men of the common sort make full and proper use of
their sons, and of their neighbours' sons as those neighbours do of theirs.
Soon enough, I made prediction, the city may have no need of boy
slaves other than those the farms produce as fathers use sons for their
pleasures and older brothers take delight in younger ones, and only men who
have not yet bred sons, or those who have sons grown beyond an age when they
are able to provide pleasure more, have need to make purchase in the market.
Yet now I have come to believe that my prediction will be
unfounded as the harvests of the wild crop diminish year by year and the farms
can produce no more than they now do. Not in my remaining time of life, but in
a future not, I believe, so very distant, the wild crop will fail completely
and disaster will befall the city. Already I hear stories of the wealthy
seeking to purchase the sons of the poor, and of, in dribs and drabs, men
leaving the city in the hopes of finding a better place to live where boy
slaves are still in plentiful supply.
Boy slaves are the life blood of the city, for when the use of
them for pleasure is finished, they become the slaves who keep our city
working.
Without slaves how may our buildings and parks be maintained?
Without slaves how will our food be grown?
Slowly our city, and all other cities like it, will decline and
crumble into dust.
I have been most fortunate in my long life; I have been a boy
slave and learned so much of the pleasures and delights of being a boy used as
a boy should be used; I have been a wife and a tutor and learned in that
occupation the pleasure to be found in beating boys, and of the pleasure they
find also in being beaten; I found fame and then fortune in military matters
and fortune more in the farming of boys for harvest and sale and I have taken
delight in the bodies of more boy slaves than I can number.
The only regret I find I have is that I shall not live long
enough for Doro's tiny cock to grow sufficient for me to use it, though I hope
to last for long enough to have some taste of Sympo's seed, for the sweetest
seed of all comes from a boy who has just begun to make it.
Mato's seed is plentiful and has a delightful thickness to it,
and gazing at his splendid softness I find I have desire to take him again in
my mouth and have him feed me.
No more has been discovered of the unknown writer's words and the
reader must judge for himself if what he has read has authenticity or is an
elaborate fake.
It may well be that the writer's predictions that his society
will come to an end through the careless over-use of a natural resource –
in this instance the natural resource being boys to take as slaves – are
prophetic, or equally may be a recently constructed allegory of our own
civilisation; as a mere Editor I pass judgement neither way.
I must however, urge readers if any such there are, to make
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