Endangered Species
Chapter 16
"Now are you sure you've got everything Dylan?" It was Saturday morning and Mum was fussing the way she always did.
"Yes Mum," I tried to get out of the car but Mum wasn't done bugging me.
"Do you really need all this stuff?" I had my backpack, sleeping bag and skateboard. In truth I didn't really need much of it, especially not the clothes, but I couldn't say that.
"Yes mum! I've got to go!" Mum gave me a smile and kissed my forehead.
"OK have a good time and text me tonight." I got out of the car promising to text and hopped on my skateboard to scoot across the carpark. Mum had dropped me in an out of town shopping centre where I had told her I was meeting Ethan. Really I had arranged to meet Rob, and skated my way to round the back of the carpark where I knew mum wouldn't be able to spot me.
I'd parked up where Dylan and I had agreed I would park. I knew he wouldn't be silly enough to dash over to the Octavia while his mother was still around, but I reckoned that if any busybodies spotted him getting out of his mother's car, hanging around for a few moments until she'd gone and then scooting over to me, it would look like nothing more than a non-communicating divorced couple handing the boy over for a weekend with his father.
I thought I added to that touching scenario by getting out of the car and giving Dylan a huge hug when he came over, and saying, not unintentionally, loud enough for anyone who was interested to hear, "Lovely to see you, son. Your mother been looking after you okay?"
I gave one last look around and scooted over to Rob's car. "Hi Dad," I didn't want to totally snuggle into the hug in case someone saw, outside in the open, I was already thinking more of Rob as a real dad and reacting to his public display of affection the same way I would a hug from my mum.
Dumping my board and sleeping bag in the boot I quickly pulled a different hoodie from my bag and slipped it on, before pulling a baseball cap onto my head. I didn't think it was likely that we would run into mum on the way out, but wanted to take every precaution in case we did.
"In disguise, eh?" I grinned at Dylan when he did his change, "Boy secret agent off on another mission." I wanted to snog him there and then, and told him that, but I managed to restrain myself with some difficulty, and gave his leg a squeeze instead as I put the car in gear.
"First things first," I said, reluctantly letting go of Dylan's very unletgoable thigh, "Did you and Ethan read that story?"
"Yeah course," I gave Rob as smile as he felt up my thigh. I liked the feel of his hands on my body and was looking forward to getting back to his place.
"I loved it Dad", I told him truthfully, "Like it was cool anyway but loved that the boys were like me and Ethan." I blushed a little when I called him Dad hoping he would guess how much I liked doing that.
"What about the bit when you had the nasties slow-roasted?" I asked. I suspected that those gory bits might have given the boys as solid erections as the sex bits, "Did my boy and his boyfriend like the blood and guts?"
"Yeah that was cool," Ethan and I were so used to violent video games that we hadn't thought those bits especially gruesome, although they had been fun to read.
"Cool," I smiled and risked another feel of boy thigh as I negotiated my way into the traffic. "Wanted to give you something to get you both hard. Can't think why," I grinned and moved my hand up a little closer to where it would be spending a lot of time a little later on. "The real story, the one that'll be published, isn't quite so obvious of course, but I hope it'll be enough for dirty-minded boys to read between the lines."
I could feel that my hand had awoken Dylan's cock and I gave it a quick feel before returning my hand to the wheel.
I let out a little moan as Rob felt my leg again. I was wearing skinny trackies and could clearly feel his hand through the material. A small damp patch was already developing on the light grey material where my cock was tenting them, and I gave Rob a shy grin as he noticed.
"What are we going to do when we get home, dad?" I was desperate to find out.
Dylan was obviously as eager for his cock to be seen to as I was to get at it. And not just his cock, I wanted, and was going to have, every single inch of his lovely young body. "Details when we get there, son," I said, "And some of what I have in mind might be a bit of a surprise for you. Won't be as much rough and tumble as last time, though I'm sure that I'll throw you around and beat you up a bit cos I know you go for that and it gets you deliciously horny. I'm hoping we're going to have a wickedly filthy, dirty, sex crammed weekend, and that you're going to be well spaced out for most of it."
I wanted his cock now, but I was pretty sure that if I as much as touched it, Dylan would spunk in his pants, and I had no intention of wasting one single sperm of his this weekend. Instead, as we were out of town now and heading rapidly towards my perv nest, I reached across, took hold of his hand, and put it on my own desperate for him cock.
I giggled as Rob told me we were going to have a dirty sexy time. That all sounded good to me, as did the idea of smoking more weed and maybe drinking more booze.
We were out of town now and Rob took my hand and placed it on top of his cock. I moaned as I felt his hardness, at the size of it and imagined it going up my bum hole. I wondered if that was the surprise Rob had in mind for me and felt him more, imagining sucking that cock and then feeling it go right up inside me. I wanted that and screwed my eyes closed as I felt his cock get even bigger as I felt it. I couldn't imagine my own cock being that big and that made the idea of having it up my bum even more exciting.
In fact I was so excited by the idea my cock suddenly twitched and spurted a little load into my underwear. It wasn't a big load but the small damp patch on my trackies grew into a bigger one and I gave Rob an embarrassed look.
"Shit, sorry Dad," I didn't have any tissues and tried to rub at the patch to make it go away.
"I warned you what happens to boys who disobey their dads and spunk when they're not supposed to, didn't I," I went into stern parent mode, it was as good a way to start the weekend as any, I thought. "Tell me, boy, who does your spunk belong to, you or me?"
"But I didn't mean to and it's my spunk!" I went into defensive teen mode as if Rob really was my dad, answering him back like I would mum.
I grinned mentally as Dylan went straight into role, he was such a gorgeous boy, just made to have fun with. "It's your spunk when you wank on your own," I told him sternly, "And you know I don't like you doing that, not when you have both a dad and a boyfriend who can do it for you. But you're not on your own now, are you? You have me here and you are well aware that I want to eat your spunk and you have deliberately gone and wasted some. What do you think should happen to a boy like you?"
"Spanked for being naughty I guess." I sounded surly and grumpy though inside I was enjoying playing the game.
"It's not fair though Dad, I only got excited cos you made me touch your cock!" I sat in my seat crossing my arms over my chest and frowning.
"I suppose a court might call that a mitigating circumstance," I said, hoping I sounded like a dad who was angry but didn't really want to punish his son, "But it doesn't alter the fact that you did it, does it?"
I drove for a bit in silence before saying, "I think you should still be punished, but I'll let you choose how. Bare bum, of course, but hand, crop or cane, it's your choice."
"That's not fair! You can't make me decide!" I was enjoying being all stroppy with Rob and wanted to see how far I could push him by being deliberately difficult.
"Don't push me, son," I said, patiently and deliberately, "I am trying to be fair to you. You committed the crime, you decide on the punishment. I will not have a boy of mine trying to avoid his responsibilities. Understand?"
I looked at Rob thinking how I would react if he was really my dad. I knew that with mum I wouldn't give in so easily so sat back grumpily.
"Won't." I mumbled.
"Then you leave me with no choice, do you." What would I do if this situation was real, I wondered? I'd look for a way out, something that might save face for both of us. "I'll give you one, last chance," I said, trying to sound as though I meant it, "Did you, or did you not, spunk without permission?"
I stared ahead pretending to be grumpy thinking what I would do if this was mum. While I would argue with her a bit I always back down eventually, though usually with little grace.
"Yeah I did," I replied sulkily.
"Good," I said, "Now remember this is not your mother speaking, it's your dad. Dads have a different take on things than mothers do, they understand boys better. A dad knows his boy has to spunk and that, sometimes, that need is too much for him, and, even though he knows it's wrong, he can't stop it happening. Is that what happened to you, Dylan?"
With luck Dylan would see there was a way out without any loss of face, and face is very, very important to a young teenage boy.
"Yes Dad," I mumbled, looking at the floor as he talked to me just like a Dad. It felt weird as a man had never talked to me like this, but also felt good as I felt somehow closer to Rob and even more special to him.
"And we do agree, don't we, that that spunk should have been mine to eat, and instead it got wasted and now your trackies need washing so your mother doesn't find out that you've been spunking again. So, how about if, instead of whipping you, you offer to try to make it up to me by offering to do anything I want you to do this weekend? Is that fair?"
I was enjoying playing Dylan's dad, though I had a feeling that, if this had been for real then I would have behaved just about the same way and said just about the same things. And, if Dylan agreed, it was going to make at least one thing I had in mind so very much easier to do.
I nodded my head sullenly. "Ok Dad, are you still going to spank me?" I was enjoying Rob playing my dad and was beginning to find it easy to think of him in that role. I knew if he was my dad I wouldn't be as keen for him to spank me, but part of me wanted to experience laying over his knee and having my bum slapped again.
"Not for this, not now, son," I told Dylan, it was important to keep this game going for a few more minutes, "You've been an honest boy and honest boys don't get spanked. However," I added, "Dirty-minded, filthy, horny, cock-loving boys do get spanked by their dads because dads love their boys to be like that. So there will be a spanking to come, because a really good spanking brings dads and sons closer together."
I giggled a bit despite myself and gave Rob a shy grin. "Ok Dad," I tried to sound grumpy but couldn't keep up the pretence as we reached his house.
"Good game, son," I smiled as the garage door closed behind the car. "Now, is there any chance a dad could get a decent snog before the games begin again?"
"Yeah sure Dad," I grinned as I got out of the car and snuggled into Rob's embrace. His arms wrapped round my body making my puffy down jacket contract and our lips met.
As soon as I got a taste of him my cock started to get hard. I could feel the sticky mess on my undies but somehow that just made it more exciting.
I've kissed a lot of boys but none of them kissed like Dylan. He put all of him into snogging, gave everything he had to give. I don't know if he was like that when he snogged Ethan, but when his lips were glued to mine and our tongues were in each other's mouths I had my boy utterly and completely.
"Now," I said when the snog ended and Dylan on the verge of spunking again, "This weekend is going to be a bit special. We both know you're gay, and we are going to explore just how gay you are. Some things you may be a bit hesitant about, but you'll do them anyway because you've said you will, and there'll be enough weed and booze to help you through them. So, if you're up for it, let's get inside, get stripped and get started."
I smiled to cover my nerves and took off my cap and outdoors coat. I was a bit nervous about doing new stuff but trusted Rob not to hurt me or do anything bad.
"Ok Dad," I gave Rob a shy smile as I called him that as we walked down his hallway. I wasn't playing a game now, just calling him that cos I liked it and was reassured by the idea of him being my dad.
"This may sound a bit weird," I said as I led Dylan into the house with an arm round his slender, young shoulder, "But if, by some sort of magic, I had you as my son for real, all the things we're going to do we would do then. You're my boy ,and I have the responsibility of trying to make sure that you become everything that you really are.
Apart from that I love you and I want to have too much sex with you. And I'd be that way if I was your dad as well." I didn't know if Dylan would take that as part of a game or not; I hoped he wouldn't because it wasn't.
I looked at Rob wondering if he was still playing. I didn't think so but sometimes his jokes and stuff went over my head.
"I wish I was your son," I mumbled, feeling a bit silly telling him this. "Like can I call you Dad all the time? Like not just when we're out so we don't get caught but when we're like on our own." My voice trailed off and I looked at the floor embarrassed.
"Only if you're happy with having a dad who wants your cock," I grinned at him, "Because this dad wants his son's cock all day every day. Of course, if you don't mind that, then I'd love you to call me 'dad'. I squeezed his slender shoulder to make it clear that I meant that.
I giggled and smiled at him shyly. "Thanks Dad," I wriggled out of my trainers then pulled off my hoodie and tossed it on the floor. My tee shirt and dirty trackies followed, until I was just standing in front of Rob in my spunky underwear and socks.
Laughing I flopped on to Rob's bed, teasing him a bit by showing off my in my undies and not stripping completely.
"Yeh," I grinned at Dylan as he displayed himself in his spunked in undies, "You look sexy enough for any perv to pounce on. But now I want to feast my eyes on you in the nude, not get tempted to jump on you, tear your pants off and rape you." I licked my lips outrageously as I looked at him, making him giggle.
I giggled and poked my tongue out, teasing him a bit more. Slowly I pulled my socks off and threw them on the floor as well. I was enjoying being messy and a bit naughty, safe in the knowledge that Rob was enjoying the game.
Smirking I pulled down my pants and tossed them at Rob. Not hard, just jokingly knowing they were still damp and a bit smelly from my bum and balls.
I caught Dylan's undies when he tossed them at me, gave them a sniff and made an exaggerated face of disgust. "You are going to need one very thorough shower if you expect me to get my tongue up your bum," I dropped them on the floor, along with the rest of his clothes and took in his beauty as he posed naked for me. "You really are one very beautiful boy," I whispered, whispered because it was like looking at a classical Greek statue of a boy in a museum.
I giggled and stretched out, putting my hands behind my head so everything was on display. I liked the way Rob looked at my naked body, the way he ran his eyes over me and I smirked as he smiled at the sight.
"So what do you want to do Dad?" I tried to sound a bit bored but couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice.
"I know you like playing games, so we are going to start with a sort of game, but it's not a game really. I'm going to turn you into a proper Athenian boy, and I do mean a proper Athenian boy. Then we're going to sit down, get stoned and talk very dirty until lunch time, when I'll feed you a not very Athenian meal of steak and chips."
I knew there was one part of Dylan's transformation that he was likely to protest about, but I hoped he'd go along with it, even if it was only to please me.
"Cool, I like the stuff those boys wore." I got up off the bed looking round for a suit of armour in my size, I also wanted a sword and maybe a shield.
The stuff that Dave had made up for me was safely hidden away in the other bedroom, and he'd done a fantastic job, Dylan would love wearing it, though he was going to find the armour and sword a bit of a shock. But that was for later, after lunch.
"Shower first," I said nodding towards the bathroom, "and give your bum a good cleaning or there's no tongue later. And your hair, I need your hair freshly washed."
I looked at Rob curiously but didn't ask why. Half the fun was the suspense and I wanted to be surprised. I went into the bathroom and got under Rob's walk in shower. It had jets and sprays and I gave myself a good wash, playing with all the settings out of curiously as well as wanting to be clean.
My hair was quite long at the moment, long enough to need flicking out of my eyes every once in a while and it took me a little while to get it washed. Eventually I came out of the bathroom, still towelling at my body and hair which I had shampooed.
"Nice," I couldn't help commenting when Dylan's nakedness came out of the bathroom, "Now sit here," I pointed at the only chair, "And let me get to work."
I put the curlers in Dylan's wet hair, Pulling them up as tight to the roots as I could get them. He winced a few times and had a puzzled look on his face all the time I worked on his hair, and I'd no doubt it was starting to get a shade uncomfortable, because by the time I'd finished I had a full forty curlers tight to his scalp.
Then the drier, up to full heat, and that was probably a bit uncomfortable as well, but I deliberately hadn't used any setting lotion, so the blow-dried curls would brush out before he left for home tomorrow.
I winced each time Rob put one of the little round rolls into my hair. I wasn't sure what they were as my mum didn't do her hair like this so I didn't understand what Rob was trying to do. At first I thought it was a sex thing, making me uncomfortable in the same way a spanking would, but there didn't seem to be anything fun about doing this.
Those feelings only increased when Rob got out the hair dryer. I sometimes used mum's hair dryer if my hair was really wet, but I had no interest in all her other beauty stuff so didn't understand why this one was so hot.
As the heat increased I started to fidget and squirm, getting worse as the process seemed to take ages. However, despite the discomfort I didn't want to stop Rob doing whatever he was doing as I was curious about what would happen.
"Bathroom again now," I instructed when I was satisfied I'd dried Dylan's hair properly.
"This next bit you're probably going to object to," I told him as he inspected his curlered hair in the mirror, "But if you're going to be a proper Athenian boy, then there's no alternative."
Dylan looked at me, apprehension in his eyes now, wondering what I intended to do.
"You don't have a lot there," I said, fingering his sparse pubes, "But no self-respecting Athenian boy would allow one single hair to grow on his otherwise perfect body. So those pubes will have to go. They'll grow back in a week or two, and no doubt Ethan's going to be a bit curious when he next sucks you, but can't be helped."
I expected squawks of protest from Dylan at the prospect of losing his precious pubes.
"But...but... I can't get rid of all my pubes!" Boys without any hair were laughed at and I blushed bright red at the idea. "Do I really have to?"
"No Athenian boy who had pubes would ever get a man for his lover," I told him, "Pubic and leg hair were considered degrading and disgusting. And," I added as a hoped for convincer, "You'll be surprised at how much better it'll make the sex."
"Ok Dad" I sounded a bit glum as it had taken ages for my little paths of hair to grow and now it would all be gone. Despite not wanting to do it I still wanted to play the game, but was reluctant about letting my pubes go as part of it.
"Good boy," I smiled at him, "And they will grow back well quick, don't worry. Actually," I told him as I carefully used a LadyShave on his tender young skin, "Going shaved is quite a fashion amongst guys these days, straight and gay. Considered well cool."
"Really?" I tried to keep dead still as Rob ran the razor around my privates. I didn't want him to slip and cut my cock off!
I had never seen anything shaved before and despite being disappointed to lose my pubes was fascinated to see the razor remove my hair.
"How do you shave something Dad?" I was curious and wanted Rob to show me how to do it.
"Show you, I said, just like a real dad would. "Your legs don't really need shaving, probably won't for a couple of years with a bit of luck, but have a go on them."
I lathered up his thigh, put the razor in his hand, showed him how to hold it and guided his hand for the first few strokes. "Let the blade do the work, "I told him "No need to push hard, just let it glide over your skin."
I stared in fascination as the razor removed the small fuzzy hairs from my legs. At first I couldn't get the hang of how to hold the razor but after a bit of help from Rob I could do it quite well. One time I managed to give myself a little cut by pushing too hard, it didn't hurt much but I was fascinated by how it seemed to bleed loads before suddenly stopping.
"How's that look?" I turned my leg so Rob could take a look.
"Do the other one," I said, handing him the shaving gel, "So we can make a proper decision." I knew he was upset at the loss of his pubes, but I had a feeling that when he saw his shaved self in the mirror he might just change his mind. Dylan didn't have much in the way of pubes to start with, and what he had made his thirteen year old body appear very desirable, but now, with his pubes gone, he was more than desirable, With nothing to detract from the entirety of his young cock it seemed a fair bit larger, and that, I reckoned, would make up for the missing pubes as far as Dylan was concerned.
His legs had only the faintest of fuzz, but I knew that his freshly shaved skin would be a lot more sensitive, and when I started feeling his thighs later, the sensation would be some ten times more intense for him. Knowing Dylan, there was a fair chance he might spunk just from having his thighs stroked!
I squirted shaving gel on my legs enjoying foaming it up and spread it on. I had the hang of shaving a bit now and ran the razor up and down my leg. Rob had to help me with the back and once I was done he washed down my legs and groin carefully with the shower head, making sure my hair didn't get wet. Then the fuzz was removed from my arms and Rob carefully inspected my pits for hair.
While he did so I looked at myself in the mirror. Despite not wanting to lose my pubes I quite liked the way I looked. I had thought it would make me look like a little kid but somehow my cock looked bigger. My skin also seemed more sensitive and as Rob ran his hands up my arms and legs to check their smoothness I shivered and let out a little moan. My cock twitched and I had to resist the temptation to wank.
I stood behind Dylan, hands on his shoulders and aimed him at the full length bathroom mirror. "What you think, son?" I asked, "Would you want to do stuff with that kid or not?"
I giggled, "Yeah Dad, he's well fit." I reached up to touch the rolls in my hair as they were now quite uncomfortable.
"What are these things?" I didn't want to touch them in case I ruined something but I was now really curious.
"Find out when we've got your make-up on," I stroked Dylan's shoulder, thinking as I always did when I had my hands on him, how wonderful he felt. "Then you can see what you would have looked like best part of three thousand years ago in ancient Athens.
"Make up?" I want sure I liked the sound of that. Make up was for girls and I didn't want people to think I was girly.
"Trust me, son," I said, "If you think the kid in the mirror is sexy now, just you wait till I've finished with you. You ever tried fucking a mirror? Cos I bet you'll want to in a bit."
I laughed nervously and didn't protest anymore. I trusted Rob and wanted to see how I would look at the end.
I cheated with the eyes. Athenian boys would have used black kohl, but I used dark blue eyeshadow and eyeliner. The dark blue complimented Dylan's eyes, even looked quite right when I did the elongation triangles at the sides. Delicate pink for his lipstick, only a shade dark enough to highlight the natural colour of his lips, and a peach shade for the blusher. The finished article would harden the cock of a corpse.
I made Dylan sit, unable to look in a mirror, while I fetched his chiton, an off one shoulder item in the exact colour of his eyes, bordered and belted with the colour of his hair. Dave had done a fantastic job. The chiton would come down to just above mid-thigh and Dylan would be lucky to get to lunch still a virgin!
I made him close his eyes as I put the chiton on him and tied the belt, then I carefully removed the curlers from his hair and the effect was all I could have hoped for - one curly haired Athenian boy. "Well?" I asked when I paraded his completed self in front of the full length mirror.
I squirmed a bit as I sat in the seat and Rob got to work. I knew he was putting make-up on me and fidgeted even more when he got out the lipstick. That stuff was definitely for girls!
The make-up felt strange on my face. My lips felt different all painted as did my eyes and face as a whole. Somehow it made my lips seem fuller and more pouty and my eyes seem bigger, and I kind of got why girls did it though I was sure I couldn't be bothered to go to all this trouble every time I met up with some mates!
I couldn't see what Rob dressed me in but thought it would be like a tunic we had seen in pictures in history text books. That part I could imagine, or thought I could, but what he was doing to my hair was a mystery! It seemed to take ages to get all the rolls out and each one was painful to remove, making me wince and yelp as they were untangled.
After what seemed an age Rob told me to open my eyes and I gasped at what I saw in the mirror. Staring back at me seemed to be a totally different boy. For a start he had curly rather than straight hair and my hand instantly went up to feel it.
"Will it go back to normal?" There was a touch of panic on my voice as I desperately thought how I would explain the change to mum.
"Brush out completely in the morning," I smiled at the boy who had been Dylan, "Will be the same, messy hair as usual. So what do you think? Fancy him?"
My initial panic gone I stared at the boy in the mirror. Despite my misgivings about wearing make-up I had to admit that it looked pretty fucking cool on me! The lipstick showed off my mouth and the painting on my face made me look cool and sexy all rolled into one. I wasn't sure how you would describe such a thing but loved the effect, and suddenly wanted to wear makeup again if it made me look like this.
What I had thought was a tunic actually just hung off my shoulder and dropped to halfway up my thighs so my legs could be seen. It was quite comfy to wear and look really cool, especially as all the colours seemed to match.
"Yeah it looks amazing!" I admired myself in the mirror, turning this way and that to look at every angle. "Did boys back then all wear make-up?"
"Let's go down to the study," I said instead of answering him directly, "Show you some pictures of boys back then. We can grab a milk shake or coke on the way down, still a bit early for booze. Not too early for weed though." I grinned, "And, by the way, you look incredibly sexy. Need a Greek name for you - how about Eros, boy God of Love?"
I giggled, " Yeah I like that dad." Walking down the stairs in front of Rob I suddenly had a thought.
"What would a boy back then call his Dad!" I guessed in their days they didn't call their parents mum and dad but wasn't sure what they did say.
"Probably 'Father' if they addressed him directly, or the Greek for 'Sir' or 'Lord'.
Very formal, fathers had absolute rule over their sons."
I smirked a bit. "Ok Father," I giggled a bit at the old fashioned word. No-one I knew called their dad father!
"Actually, ok Sir," that felt a bit more natural and somehow a bit less silly. It sounded respectful and from a different time and I quite liked the way it made me feel.
"Forget the 'Ok," I grinned, "You said something that informal to your father and you'd quite literally get the skin whipped off your bum, and that'd make a mess of your love life for quite a while!"
I gulped thinking how different it was back then. Now we answered our parents back and argued with them, but back then I guessed that sort of stuff wouldn't go down well.
"Sorry Sir," I ran a hand lightly through my hair liking the way it felt.
"So would boys my age go to school dressed like this Sir?" I was curious as it seemed so difficult to do makeup like this, but then realised girls in my year at school pretty much did the same thing everyday.
We were in the study now, complete with cokes and I was digging out a book to show the boy I was going to call Eros for the rest of the weekend. "Didn't have schools as you understand them. You'd have a private tutor who'd beat you regularly to make sure you were learning things, and, if your father was liberal minded, you'd go to one of the gatherings that the philosophers held. They, I suppose, were more like tutorials at University and covered just about everything that was known. Here," I handed Eros the book, "Take a look at some of the photo's." Most were of vase paintings, and some quite erotic, often showing boys complete with bones, but some were more like portraits and pictures of sculptures.
"And you wouldn't have to bother with doing your own make up, you'd have a slave to do that for you."
"What he'd just beat me if I didn't do well enough In lessons? Wouldn't he get into trouble with my parents?" I couldn't imagine a teacher doing something like that, the ones at my school hardly even shouted in case the parents complained.
Taking the book off Rob I leafed through the pages, fascinated by the pictures. Some were a bit naughty but mostly the boys are posing like fashion models, and I tried to adopt a few of the looks myself.
"So I would have had my own slave Sir?" I was fascinated by the idea, wondering what it would be like to live back then.
"Of course he'd beat you, I laughed, "You'd get given some complicated mathematical thing to do and if you got it wrong it would be bend over for the cane, and, as you'd probably be wearing about the same as you are now under your chiton, your bum would have lovely stripes on it almost every day.
If your family was wealthy enough, and it would be if you were a boy done up as you are now, you'd certainly have your own slave. You'd probably have been given a boy of about ten to learn to use your cock on when you were, say twelve, and he'd do all the stuff like shaving you and putting your make up on."
"Every time I got something wrong?" I sounded appalled at the idea of getting the cane each time I got a maths question wrong. I quite liked that subject but thought I would never be able to sit down if the teacher did that!
"So a boy dressed like this would be from a rich family?" Mum was a doctor so was quite well off and I wondered just how rich you had to be back then to dress like this. "Where would the slave come from? Would he get any choice about doing gay stuff?" I was fascinated by the idea of life back then and wanted to know how everything worked.
"No such thing as gay," I laughed, "That's a very modern invention. At your age it would be expected that you'd be doing all you could to attract a man for a lover, all well-bred boys had lovers. If you were the son of a citizen then your family would have money, couldn't be a citizen without a certain level of wealth."
I lit two joints and passed one to the boy now known as Eros. "Tell you what, let's play a game about a session with a philosopher. It's all done by question and answer, and the subject can be the duties of a son and a slave. Fancy?"
I took the spliff and had a little puff. My pink lipstick left a mark on the paper when I took it from my mouth.
"Ok cool," I put the book down and got up quickly. "Sorry I meant yes sir. I would call the philosopher Sir as well right?"
"Actually, you'd probably call him by his name." I stood up and removed my shorts so I was naked, "I'll be Demosthenes, he was real and was usually naked."
"The teacher was naked!" I realised I shouldn't be surprised and smiled as Rob got naked.
"So if I came to hear you speak, Demosthenes would I sit down or stand up?"
"Sit," I told Eros, "These sessions were very informal, and anything and everything could be discussed.
So, Eros," I began, "Does a master have complete authority over his slaves? Are the slaves any more or any less than property like a jug or a vase?"
I sat down on the floor cross legged looking up at Rob, or Demosthenes as I now thought of him.
"Yes he does," I answered after a bit of thought, "A slave has to do what his master tells him. A master can sell his slave anytime he wants so yes, the Slave is just property of his master." I wouldn't answer like this in school but somehow the way the question was asked made me think hard and consider the answer.
"And is all property of the same value? A slave may cost more to buy in the market than an earthenware jug, but less than armour. Is one more valuable than the other?"
"No of course not, some things are more valuable than others so they cost more." I had looked for a trick in the question but couldn't find one.
"So a jug is of no value when compared with a slave. But what if the jug be broken? What then will hold the wine the slave should serve at dinner? Can the slave hold wine in his hands?"
"No they are just valuable in different ways. Some things are more valuable to some people and some things are less valuable if you don't have another thing to go with them." I was pleased with my clever answer.
"Just so, young Eros." I was pleased with the way he'd got into this game, which wasn't really a game, it was just a slightly concealed lesson in life, "So a suit of the finest armour, a sword of the sharpest bronze, a shield of stout oak, is of no value should there be no war?"
"Only if there wasn't going to be another war in the future," l was pleased that I had spotted the flaw in the example. "The armour might not be used right now but it might be in the future."
"So the value of a thing is not in what it is now but in what it may become in the future? Wherin then lies the value of a pretty boy a man spies in the market? Does he buy him now or wait till the future when his value may be more though the boy be older and less pretty?
I smirked, guessing what Rob was thinking. "It depends how pretty the boy is, what the man can afford and whether he wants to take the risk of waiting." I ran a hand through my hair and gave Rob a pouty look. "And not all boys in the market are for sale. Some boys can't be brought."
"So should Fortune spin her wheel and you become a slave for sale in the market you would refuse to be sold?
"No but..." I couldn't think of a clever answer to that so sat in silence for a moment. "My father would buy me back" I tried to sound defiant but I guessed if a boy was being sold as a slave his father was unlikely to be alive or able to buy him back.
"Consider, Eros, the duty a son owes to his father. Is it not absolute? Does a son not always obey his father's wishes? And does a slave not owe absolute duty to his master, obey always his master's wishes?
Wherin then lies the difference between a slave and a son?"
"Well a father can't sell his son like he could a slave. And he loves his son more than any possession." I wished the last part was true for everyone. My real dad hasn't loved me enough to stick around or even see me much after he left.
"But, Eros, may not a father, should he become weary of his son, sell him if he so wishes? A father owns his sons as he owns slaves. May not a father, coming upon hard times wish to place his pretty boy in the market while his value is yet high?"
"Yes but..." I really couldn't think of a clever answer to that so sat back and thought for a bit. "Well I suppose a son should obey his father like a slave obeys his master."
"That indeed is the way of things, and so, for the pretty boy for sale in the market, and for the pretty boy who sits before me now, where lies the difference?"
That was a hard one for Eros/Dylan to answer, but I had an idea I may be able to lead him to the right answer.
I thought for a while not sure what the answer was. "Well I suppose we aren't that different really. He has to obey his master and I to obey my father."
"Your tutor would beat you now for you have given me that answer already and I do not wish you to repeat yourself like a bad case of indigestion. Is not the boy in the market made pretty to attract men to buy him? And are you not, in the fine clothes given to you by your father made pretty to also attract men?"
"I suppose so," I looked at Rob wondering if he really would beat me. The idea was scary but exciting. "So you mean I'm not that different from the boy in the market place, it's just that I am lucky to be the son of a rich man while he is a poor slave?"
"Life provides us with few choices, Eros. The boy in the market hopes only that the man who buys him will treat him kindly. The boy before me has different hopes. What does Eros seek in the man he searches for? A single word should suffice."
I sat and thought for a little while. "Love?" I answered hesitantly.
"And when he finds it, will he know he has found it?" I'd got what I wanted, Dylan, in the role of Eros, an Athenian boy from three centuries in his past, had got round to understanding himself, at least in part, he needed love and, hopefully, he understood that he'd found it. Not just the sex bit, though that was very important, but the security that went along with being a boy who was loved. "And what does he do with it when he has found it?" I asked, still in role, "But that is a question for a different time."
"Brilliant," I smiled at Dylan?Eros, "You did really well there. Now come up and sit here and let's talk a bit more dirty," I smiled at him, "Stay Athenian, though, cos you look a million per cent lush like that."
I giggled as Rob sat down on the sofa. I got off the floor and stood in front of him, not sitting down straight away. Instead I turned a little trying to strike a bit of a pose. I wanted to flirt a bit and tease Rob, make him look at me in that way he did.
"So what would a man back then say to a boy to try and get him to be his boyfriend?" I gave Rob a pouty look, enjoying how the lipstick made my lips feel.
"Interesting," I smiled as Eros twirled and flirted, and meant that it was interesting the way that the make-up, hair do and chiton made the boy understand just how sexy he was and that being sexy was rather important, certainly at the moment.
His question was interesting as well; he wanted to be, in effect, seduced again. Of course he was interested in how a boy in ancient Athens would have gone about landing a man, how different might it have been then?
"Important to understand that a boy, back then in Athens, would have been on the hunt for a man, and that men were on the hunt for a boy, so things would have been done in a rather different way."
I smiled at that thinking how different it would have been back then.
"So could boys just go around the street choosing any man they wanted or did they have to be men their parents chose for them?"
"Everybody understood that men wanted to get pretty boys in bed, and the boys understood that and wanted to get into a man's bed as well, so sex things were pretty much out in the open. A boy of your age would have undoubtedly had more than one man's hand up under his chiton, even at things like dinners where he might have been acting as a waiter for special guests. Your father might well have been a bit concerned if men didn't want a grope, and you may well have got a severe and possibly painful telling off if you weren't too keen on being touched up. After all, you know, even if you've only just got round to admitting that you know, that your cock is major man bait," I grinned at him, still restraining myself from letting my hands do what they wanted to do.
"As for who chose who, well, if you were a citizen with enough money to afford armour, then you wouldn't want your son to shack up with a man who couldn't afford to fight, so, as long as the man you fancied was able to stand in the war line, the choice would be yours."
I had an idea and, looking around, saw exactly what I needed. A large water jug and a few glasses were sat in Rob's desk and I quickly grabbed them and put the glasses down in front of him.
"Can we pretend there is a party at my parents' house and I'm serving the drinks for the guests?" Somehow the idea of being groped in front of my parents in their own house was quite exciting.
"Father's house," I corrected him, "Mothers had no public say in things, so even if she was around, which might have been possible if it was a liberally minded household, she'd have no say or opinions about what happened to your cock."
Eros wanted to have a hand up under his chiton, I smiled to myself, he wanted to have some idea of what it would be like to be a boy who could do whatever he wanted with his cock.
"Go on, then, give it a go," I smiled, "but first, what does it feel like to be all smooth, just like a boy would have been then?"
"It feels kind of good," being shaved made my skin feel all funny, like more sensitive and I quite liked that. In a strange way it also made me feel more grown up. I had never taken too much notice of how my hair was done and beyond liking 'label' clothes like most lads I didn't have much interest in fashion.
Now I had done something just to make my body look and feel a certain way. It was the first time I had done that so it felt like I had crossed a boundary into the adult world.
"Does it make you feel more naked in some sort of way?" I asked, hoping that he'd say it did, "And more sexy?"
"Yeah it makes me feel well sexy," I was a bit embarrassed to say that out loud but it was true.
"Like now I feel totally naked when you touch me." I gave Rob a shy grin.
"Haven't got round to getting my perv hands on the best bits of the freshly smoothed you, yet," I grinned at him and licked my lips, "But remember when we start playing again, that you've just had your slave boy do your hair, put your make-up on and shave you carefully, so that you're as sexy as you can be and that you want to make the guests spring bones just by looking at you."