SPOILS OF WAR

Morals, conventions and laws are not constants, they change and alter with time and place. This tale is set in a distant past, a time some have named `The Heroic Age', when right and wrong had different meanings, especially when it came to matters of sex.

In the time I have imagined for this story, sex was not hidden away in dark corners, but indulged in as freely as rabbits in our present day indulge. Boys were objects of sexual desire as much as were women and girls, possibly even more so, and this is a tale of a man and a boy, so be warned – if you are of the opinion that men should not bed boys, read no further.

Hegomas tried to look reasonably soldierly; though like most of the rest of the army he was only a well-armed citizen, not a regular soldier.

That didn't actually matter, as the battle, if it could be properly called a battle, was over some time ago and they were all just lined up, looking superior, waiting for the official surrender of the small city that had just happened to be in their way.

The inhabitants of that little city should have had more sense than to try to resist; they should have just opened their pathetic gates and said `Welcome', but they'd sent out their tiny citizen army instead, and, of course, many of that army were now dead and the town forced to surrender anyway.

Now the Generals waited for the city's officials to appear with the offer of surrender, and the army waited behind them, trying to look soldierly, but thinking only of the spoils of war that were soon to be theirs.

War, being a common and regular feature of life, was governed by conventions, the chief of which was `to the victor the spoils', the extent and degree of the spoils being determined by how easily the loser lost.

Always, and non-negotiable, was the availability of all boys between the ages of ten and fifteen, and all females above thirteen for use by the victorious army for purposes of recreation. An instant surrender without a sword being drawn or an arrow shot could limit the recreation to a single night; determined resistance, resulting in the storming and capture of a town or city would result in non-stop rape and pillage till the victors were sated, and often, in such cases, conventional age limits were not observed.

A token opposition, such as the one that Hegomas and his fellows had just overcome, meant a negotiated settlement of a day or two of pleasure before the army moved on, leaving behind boys with very sore bottoms and a city full of impregnated women and girls.

The eyes of the army were on the dozen or so old men who emerged from the town gates, accompanied by a slightly larger number of boys, all dressed in pure white tunics. The men were the town's elders and of no interest to the soldiers who stared at them; the boys were their grandsons, and they were of considerable interest. Common soldiers wouldn't get their hands on those boys, they were for the use of the General Staff, but boys are boys and some indication of the quality of the flesh that awaited them could be gained from the appearance of the ones being presented to the generals.

The pure white tunics the boys wore were supposed to indicate purity and virginity, but everyone knew that was convention only; the chances of a boy of a suitable age being pure and virgin were about as great as the chances of a lump of ice surviving in a furnace. Every single one of those boys would have cavorted in the bed of at least one lover, and the sons of the ordinary citizens would probably have been used even more, but pretending they were all innocent virgins added to the fun.

Hegomas was not one who held to a mistaken belief that virgins were best; virgin boys were hard work, had no understanding of how to use their mouths, and arses that were difficult to enter. Of course, in peace time, like any other man, he might search for a boy still virgin and untouched who he could tempt and beguile to be his lover for a while, enjoying the pleasures of slowly teaching him the skills that all boys must learn, but such was a time-consuming business and war demanded different pleasures.

Hegomas would search for a boy of older years, a boy of fourteen or even a year more, a boy who knew how to worship and pleasure a man's cock, a boy who knew also how to give his body up to the delights that men found in the bodies of boys; a boy, Hegomas' cock hardened some at the thought, who's father or lover he may have slain in battle. Perhaps, he sighed to himself as he waited for the old men to offer surrender to the generals, even both father and lover. This was a dream that came to him often, came even when there was no war, and why it came he had no idea, but always, when it came, it hardened his cock.

The negotiations were concluded, the terms offered and accepted. Boys and girls, as custom dictated, would await the army in the city plaza, the soldiers entering in disciplined order to select the ones of their choice.

The city was small, not enough boys and girls to satisfy all, and younger women would be included, and even then scarce enough for even the one division of the army that had been engaged in battle, for, naturally, they would have the first pick. Suitable slaves would be given for general use, and, as Hegomas knew well, a well-trained slave boy was not something to turn the nose up at, but he had fought in the first rank and he would have first pick of the free-born boys of the town, and Hegomas was of the opinion that there was just something a little extra to be had in knowing that it was free-born arse he was sinking his cock into.

The officer who commanded the five hundred that made up the small phalanx that had been all that was needed to eliminate the city's small citizen army, marched Hegomas and his companions through the city 's gates and up to the central plaza where the boys and girls awaited them, resigned to their fate as spoils of war. In truth, they were getting off very lightly; they would be used by the soldiers for the rest of the day, the night, the following day and night, and then the army would march on, leaving them behind. They would not be enslaved, be free to resume their unimportant lives, though, doubtless, in nine months' time the girls would all be mothers.

It was clear that there were not enough to go round, many of the soldiers would pair up, taking a boy or girl between them, and some would choose from amongst the younger women – in any army there were always some who preferred women to boys or girls – but Hegomas had fought in the front line of the phalanx, a line of fifty men, thirty five of whom had survived the battle, and they had the first choice of the assembled offerings.

Hegomas, along with all the other soldiers, eyed up the gathered youth of the town, his eyes, like most of his companions, searching amongst the boys for something they found desirable.

"Front rank, choose!" the officer commanded.

Three soldiers headed for the group of women, nine towards the girls, the other twenty-three were intent on a boy to satisfy their desires, almost a quarter of the assembled boys would be taken in that first rush.

Hegomas did not hurry, unlike most of his companions he wasn't interested in the younger ones, he wanted an older boy, a boy with a cock decent enough to enjoy and an arse familiar with being used and entered. He'd had plenty of the younger, tighter variety and wouldn't deny the pleasures to be found in them, especially if all there was time for was a quick fuck, but boys in their mid-teens had a real understanding both of a man's needs and of their own, and the delight in bedding them was a shared delight and therefore far more satisfying.

They had not been deliberately grouped by age, but boys of similar years tend to group together so Hegomas had no difficulty in locating the ones he was interested in, a dozen or so young youths standing by, watching as their younger brothers and cousins were taken by soldiers.

Clearly these older boys expected to be the last to be taken; they were old enough to know that young meat is always the first to go as men have a preference for veal over beef and lamb is preferred to mutton, though as all undoubtedly had lovers, they should have understood as well that there are men who prefer a colt to a foal.

It was towards these colts that Hegomas made his way; boys who had been ridden, probably many times, and knew the pleasure that can come only from having a man's cock buried deep inside their arses, boys who knew how to worship the cocks of their lovers and who delighted also in the pleasure that only a man can give to the body of a boy. Hegomas knew the boy he was searching for, the boy he always searched for, even in time of peace when he looked for a new boy to court and bed; the boy who, when clothed, appeared the dutiful and obedient son, but when his tunic was removed proved to be a veritable child of Pan, insatiable in his lust.

One youth attracted his attention immediately, a youth slightly taller than the rest who appeared to have no interest in the soldiers as they moved amongst the younger boys, picking and choosing the ones they desired. In form and face he was no better than his companions, all had skin of an olive colour, all had hair curled tightly and all wore tunics to their knees. Some had the beginnings of hair on their upper lips, a sign many men would find displeasing, but Hegomas knew different – it was a sign of balls that were well-filled and boys with full balls were boys who could feed a man like Hegomas the cream he so liked to eat.

A little hair on the upper lip was good, but hair on the legs less so; Hegomas wished for a colt and not a horse to ride, so after a glance at the face he looked next at the legs, though only below the knees was available to sight.

A little hair above the ankle, and some perhaps on the calves was, like the hair on the upper lip, a good sign, a sign of balls well-filled and cock grown enough to please, but any more than a little would probably mean hair also on the thighs, and that, for Hegomas, was not acceptable.

The youth had hair just starting on his lip, hair showing around his ankles, but little, it seemed on his lower legs and his age appeared to be some fifteen years; too old for most but ideal for Hegomas.

Had he been purchasing a slave, Hegomas would have demanded to see the entire boy, but this was not a slave market, and though the boys had no choice about the use they were to be put to, still were they free boys and not slaves, and custom demanded they should be treated not as slaves.

"I would have you entertain me," Hegomas said to his chosen boy, and it was clear that the boy was surprised at being selected so early, whilst there were still many younger boys yet to be taken, but he modestly bowed his head in acknowledgement, as a well-mannered boy would do to the first approaches of a would-be suitor.

"Would you wish me to lead you to my dwelling?" the boy asked politely, impressing Hegomas both with his manners and with his understanding of the customs; the pretence that all the women, boys and girls were simply providing hospitality and were not just the spoils of war was rigidly maintained in circumstances such as this as a matter of honour for all.

Hegomas would fuck his boy in his own bed, whilst in other rooms and beds in the house, his brothers, sisters and probably his mother also were being fucked by other soldiers, the appearance of hospitality and proper behaviour was always maintained.

"Have you brothers and sisters?" Hegomas enquired from politeness as the boy led him to his home.

"Two sisters, sir," the boy answered, "And a room they share. My mother also has a room."

That pleased Hegomas; he could entertain himself with the boy undisturbed by others, though sounds of other fucking would doubtless be heard in the house.

"My sisters, sir," the boy said, "Are both younger than myself, but both of sufficient age to entertain, and my mother also will provide hospitality, I think."

"Then it is like that this time next year you will have three new sisters or brothers," Hegomas smiled.

"Brothers, I hope, sir," the boy said.

"Indeed," Hegomas agreed, "And then this place will be worth visiting again in some few years time if there are three more like you." It was not necessary for Hegomas to court the boy, he was spoil of war and, for a day and two nights he was flesh for Hegomas to enjoy, but though Hegomas would take and use that flesh for his pleasure, convention demanded he should not take the boy's honour, not treat him as the slave he, in effect, now was until the army left again.

"A long wait, sir," the boy responded," Our laws do not permit a boy to be courted till he is of ten years."

"I would wait longer, wait till they be more like you; wait, I think, some fourteen years."

"Fifteen, if they are to be like me," the boy revealed his age, as Hegomas had wished him to do, and revealed more as well, "And if they be like me, have been courted often before you come to visit them."

Hegomas felt his balls begin to stir; he had indeed chosen well. The small hairs on his lip, the little fringe around his ankles gave promise of a maturing boy, a boy almost now a youth with a developing body that was firm and hard, and with that he had also a developing mind, mature enough to understand the ways of men yet young enough to still enjoy being a boy.

Wishing to maintain the boy's honour, keep to the pretence that the boy was being courted, Hegomas reached for his hand to hold as they walked the small city's streets to where the boy lived, to where he would be fucked.

A slight hesitation, the gesture surprising the boy, and then Hegomas found his hand gripped and gently squeezed, the boy thanking him for so protecting his remaining honour, and Hegomas returned the squeeze, and the boy walked tall now, in appearance not a spoil of war distributed to a victor to be used, but a boy chosen by a man for courting.

"My name is Enobus," the boy almost whispered, his voice soft and sibilant as a boy's voice should be.

"And mine Hegomas," the soldier responded, "And I would beg permission to court you."

There was no need for those words, Hegomas could do as he wished with the boy, no need for courtship before he fucked him, but the fucking would be so much better if the boy gave his arse eagerly and not through duty alone.

"I am honoured that one who fought in the first rank in battle should wish to choose me and court me," the boy replied, his manners perfect, "I had no hopes of any such honour."

"You are worthy of greater honour than that," Hegomas flattered, "Why you were not amongst those offered to the Generals at the surrender I have no idea. You deserve to be courted by someone of more worth than an ordinary citizen soldier."

"My family are merchants," Enobus smiled wistfully, "Of some little wealth perhaps, but not of noble birth and of no importance in the city, so not worthy to be  offered to your Generals."

"And for that, Enobus," Hegomas squeezed again the boy's hand, "I am most grateful."

"My guest will need a bath, Rotus," Enobus said to the middle-aged slave who opened the door of the not quite modest house where Enobus lived and where he was soon to be fucked, playing the part of a young youth taking home a would-be suitor to perfection.

The slave noted that his young master and the soldier were holding hands, and that the boy's honour was being preserved, if only for the sake of appearances and nodded his approval.

"Of course, young master," the slave purred dutifully, "And would you wish some fruits and wine in your chamber?"

What the slave meant, as both Hegomas and the boy Enobus knew, was `You're going to be fucked, but do you wish the appearance of courtship to continue?'

"Indeed, Rotus, and the best wine we have," Enobus continued with the pretence. He also knew he was to be fucked, but there was no need for the fucking to be anything other than pleasant.

To Hegomas' surprise, the house actually had a bath; not a large one, but large enough for Hegomas to immerse himself in, and while he soaked away the dust and dirt of combat, Rotus prepared his young master for fucking.

"I was not given to him," Enobus explained to his slave, "He fought in the first rank and was the very first to take his pick in the square, and he chose me, and has behaved only with honour towards me."

"Give thanks to the Gods," the slave remarked as he rubbed scented oil into the smooth skin of Enobus, taking care not to place oil on those parts of his body where the natural, musky scent of boy was the scent that roused men to passion, "I feared much worse for you."

"As did I," Enobus confessed, "Being the age I am I had no expectations of being chosen by a man of some honour."

"That you must be the age he likes boys to be is also something you should give thanks to the Gods for," the slave said as he now inspected Enobus, searching intimate places for signs of hair where none was wanted, and finding all was as it should be, instructed the boy to lie upon his bed and arranged with care a single sheet of the finest cotton on his naked body as he would have done had his young master in truth brought home a suitor to court him.

Hegomas, though he now was clean and bathed, inspected his naked body with some distaste. Weeks marching with the army did not allow a man to keep his body as he would wish, though as marching with an army gave little opportunity for the courting of boys, that had mattered little till now. His face was rough, his legs hairy, and hair grew in other places also, more than sufficient to fill a boy with dislike.

"Have you experience in preparing a man for a boy's bed?" he asked the slave when that creature returned to where he bathed.

"Indeed so, master," Rotus the slave replied, and though his face he kept impassive, he was pleased that the soldier should show such care for his young master and did not intend to mount him without thought.

"Then make me fit to please a boy if that be possible," Hegomas instructed," It is my intent to try to give Enobus some pleasure in his misfortune if such is in my power."

That pleasure was to be the lot of Hegomas was beyond any doubt when he beheld the sight before him and awaiting him. Enobus was reclining on his bed in that same position his slave had arranged him; naked from head to toe, but with one leg cunningly concealed by the sheet, a careful corner of which had been put to hide from sight that part of a boy that men most desire to see.

It was as it was intended to be, more erotic by far than had the naked boy been uncovered fully; he was a boy awaiting a suitor he wished to become a lover, but with his instrument of love concealed with pretended modesty.

There was no such modesty in the appearance of Hegomas, he was uncovered fully, though his weapon of love had not been drawn for action, but lay at rest still. It did not remain at rest for long as Hegomas' senses took in all that was revealed to him; the delicate scent of rose, the subtle gleam of oiled skin, the firm, slender perfection of youthful body, developing muscle clear to see in the chest, arms and shoulders and in the firm swelling of long leg, the lack of any visible hair beyond the delicate fringe around the ankle, though if that was natural or art, Hegomas had no idea.

Clearly the boy had been prepared for bed – the scent of rose and oiled skin was evidence enough of that – and it may be that his slave had removed unwanted hair also, as he had so skilfully done for Hegomas. That, he knew, would depend upon the customs of the people of the small city and customs differed from place to place. In his home city, boys would keep their upper legs free of hair in order to attract a suitor, but other hair was allowed to grow, it being the custom for a lover to decide if he wished his boy to be smooth or natural, according to his tastes.

Enobus showed no signs of hair; no faint trail from his navel down to the part still hidden by that carefully placed sheet, and, as the boy reclined with one arm behind his head, it was evident no hair grew under that arm either.

All that was enough and more to raise desire in Hegomas, and without instruction, his member began to rise and swell. Hegomas was neither dismayed nor embarrassed that it did so, it was, in the customs of his native city, a sign of appreciation, a visible confirmation to a boy that he was thought to be desirable, and what boy is there who does not wish to be desired?

For his part, Enobus had to use all the power of his young will to prevent a similar rising; his customs demanded that a boy must not appear too eager for a lover to take him; he must remain always with the appearance of modesty though being modest is the last thing he wishes to be. He must still be soft when his suitor uncovers him, rising only when the man reaches for his boy's length of joy and brings it to hardness with his appreciative hand.

This was no easy thing to achieve when the boy is presented with a naked man in the prime of his life, a man firm and lean and full of muscle; a man fresh from war and appearing like the admired statues of heroes, smooth and strong, his manhood rising.

Enobus did indeed then give thanks to his Gods for his fortune. Other boys and girls of his small city would soon be moaning and whimpering under the thrusts of hairy, sweaty, smelly men, but he had been blessed by his Gods and been chosen by one who had taken time and care to prepare himself for more than mere fucking, though he had no need to do so.

"I know you are a spoil of war, and have no choice as to having me in your bed or no," Hegomas said gently as he sat beside the boy on his bed, "And, though I will fuck you and enjoy you as is my right, I have no wish to distress you and would hope that you may find some pleasure and relief also in your bedding."

"Already you have shown me kindness and taken care of my honour," Enobus answered, "And none of that you had need to do, and I thank you much for that, and for that you come to me now as a suitor and wish to use me kindly, I also thank you. But, sir, our custom is that I must keep myself from rising till you uncover me and show a wish to hold me, and if you delay much longer, this, I fear I will be unable to do."

"Then I will not put you to the test," Hegomas smiled and gently uncovered the boy's delights, gazed briefly at the soft, white tube of joy, and covered it again, but with his hand and not with the sheet.

Enobus sighed both with relief and pleasure as he was taken in by that hand, and straightway he rose to his full length and hardness, eager to be used and loved.

The cock Hegomas held had been made for his pleasure, the length of his hand but not the thickness of two fingers, the shaft straight to a defined ridge, the head long and tapering, still covered by an ample foreskin though it was as hard now as it could ever get.

He relished the feel of the hard, pulsing rod of pleasure in his hand for a few moments, before moving his attention to the sublimely smooth sac that held the boy's two full balls, balls whose fullness, Hegomas would soon enough empty.

"A beautiful cock," Hegomas flattered the boy, knowing well enough that all boys delighted to hear their cocks being praised, just as men delighted when boys looked upon their cocks with desire in their eyes, longing to feel the fullness of them within their bodies.

"I am honoured that it pleases you," Enobus replied, "Though it lacks the magnificence of yours."

"I know nothing of your customs," Hegomas said, gently manipulating the boy' ample foreskin between finger tips and thumb, an action that he knew well stimulated the sensitive nerve endings there, and could, if persisted in, bring a boy to orgasm, but so slowly it was almost an exquisite torture. "In my city it is usual to taste a boy."

"His cock or his lips?" Enobus flirted, already content with his lot that he must give himself to this man.

"A man may go mad, thinking on such a choice, though before my senses leave me, I would taste cock before lips, saving, perhaps the sweetest till last."

"Are lips indeed the sweetest for the men of your city?" Enobus asked coyly.

"Other lips there are than those of the mouth," Hegomas flirted back, "And those also will I taste and savour."

"Then I see I must be a banquet for you," Enobus sighed, and then grinned wickedly, "I wish you good appetite." Enobus was indeed pleased and flattered that he was being treated in this manner; the men of his city did not court boys in this way, boys were fucked and little more, and he found some delight in the play of words before he was fucked.

Once again Hegomas' judgement had been correct; pick the quiet one, the demure one, the one who looked as though butter would not melt in his mouth, and when the tunic was off you had yourself a boy with a sexual appetite that would put a goat to shame.

Hegomas went first for cock; boys' arses are sweet to taste and savour and sublime to fuck but to begin the  banquet of a boy, Hegomas always started with the cock. The cock is the key that unlocks the closed arse gates of even the most modest of boys was a thing that Hegomas had learned as a boy himself, and never had that understanding failed him.

He lowered his head slowly towards the boy's hard and upright glory; however hungry you may be, however desperate you were to slake your hunger for the flesh of a boy, always begin by paying due deference to the wonder of a boy's cock. The cock is the boy; it is his most prized and treasured possession, it is the very essence of his being. Honour and worship his cock and you honour and worship the boy, and the boy who is able to resist and ignore being admired and worshipped has not yet been born.

The soft and delicate scent of rose that adorned the skin of Enobus filled Hegomas' nostrils as he lowered his head to the perfect smoothness of the boy's flat stomach, a scent that subtly gave way to a different and stronger scent, the unmistakable musk of boy, of boy in heat, that hung as an invisible cloud around the hairless centre of the youthful body. However tight their young arses, however sweet their lips and fluttering hands, this was a delight no young boy could provide; they were too young, too innocent, no matter how many times they may have been fucked, for their bodies to emit the musky scent of desire.

Hagomas breathed deeply of that scent of sex before he took the boy's delight into his mouth, hearing Enobus' soft sigh of pleasure as his cock was engulfed in the warm wetness that had captured it.

Suck him slowly, suck him carefully, suck him so he knows his cock is giving pleasure, Hegomas reminded himself as he worked his lips and tongue around the length of joy in his mouth; bring him half-way to the moment of his fulfilment, then leave his cock to taste his lips.

This Hegomas did, and was rewarded with a meeting of mouths and mixing of tongues that had nothing to do with the boy's duty as a spoil of war and everything to do with a boy in the throes of passionate desire.

Enobus had given thanks to his Gods that he had been chosen by a man who respected his honour and was also a man who knew how to give pleasure to a boy, and now Hegomas gave thanks to his Gods that he had chosen a boy ripe for loving and with a need and desire for his ripeness to be used and enjoyed.

The boy used his tongue both with passion and skill, stoking the fires of lust that now burned fiercely in both man and boy. Unbidden, he reached for the hardness of the man and moaned a little when he held it, hot, hard and throbbing in his hand. Later he would worship it properly, worship it with his lips, tongue and mouth, and with his hands as well; that would be his duty as a spoil of war, but a duty he would perform as more than just a duty. He would give all of himself to this man, as he would to a lover and his reaching for and holding now the cock that would later penetrate him was a sign and symbol of that intent.

Hegomas moaned into the boy's mouth as his own mouth was moaned into when a slender boy hand reached for and found his cock. He had not asked for it to be held, the boy had chosen to do that of his own accord, and, in doing so, had spoken, louder than any words, of his intent to give all he had to give and do so eagerly and willingly, and not from his duty alone.

"Forgive me, I can wait no longer to taste your cream," Hegomas gasped, tearing his mouth away from the boy's passionate kissing, his passion and lust roused even more when the boy pushed his head downward, eager and desperate to be sucked again and more.

The boy's cock was a wonder in his mouth, enough to fill but not so much as to over-fill, allowing room sufficient for Hegomas to use his tongue to swirl and pleasure the boy, as he was himself pleasured by the boy's hard cock.

There is an art to sucking a boy, and Hegomas was a skilled master of that art, permitting the hard yet spongy head of the boy's cock to rub against the roof of his mouth, opening his throat to take the whole of the boy inside, his lips right down to where hair was not permitted to grow, teasing and nibbling with lip covered teeth at the long soft foreskin, peeling it so his tongue could wash over the sensitive glans beneath, and even uncovering his teeth to nip gently on the foreskin, causing the boy exquisite sharp stabs of delicate pain.

Enobus, as was only natural, had taken several lovers since he entered puberty, but never had he encountered a man who sucked him as Hegomas did, never had his cock suffered such blissful torment as it did in the mouth of Hegomas, never had any of his lovers squeezed so much pleasure and delight from his cock alone, made him feel as though his balls would burst if he was not brought soon to orgasm.

At last came the moment his people called `the little death', a feeling that began in his toes, spread through his legs so it seemed his thighs were pumping more of his essential being into his balls and his stomach contracted, trying to force his balls to send that essence to his hard, sensitive throbbing cock and then to jet into the mouth that so exquisitely tormented him.

"Swallow not it all," he heard himself cry, "Save some that I may share with you!"

That too, was something Enobus had never said or done before; always before lovemaking ended with his orgasm, if, indeed, it had not ended before when a lover spurted in his arse, but this time, he knew, it would be only the beginning.

The sweet salt cream of boy flooded Hegomas' mouth in a larger quantity than boys usually produced and a feeling of satisfaction came with that larger than usual load as it told him that he had stimulated the boy to expel much of his reserves and truly drained his balls.

It would take the almost youth a little while before he could spurt again, but that inconvenience would not keep his body from being used; there is much more than just a cock to be enjoyed in a boy's flesh, and that without even turning him over.

Enobus was of the same mind as Hegomas, and this he showed by greedily searching with his tongue inside Hegomas' mouth, seeking for any unswallowed cream until the reality of the enormity of the orgasm he had been encouraged to, crept into both his mind and body and he lay, temporarily exhausted but not sated, in the arms of the man who had brought him to never-before-reached heights of lust.

Enobus was content; the first exhaustion of his orgasm was fading fast and he was in the strong arms of a man, a position that Enobus, as all other boys, most like to be, and the man's firm hands were roving gently over his soft and smooth skin. His cock was still tired, but its tiredness would not be a reason for the man to leave it untouched if he found pleasure in a boy when he was soft as he did when he was hard.

"Tell me of the battle," he requested as his firm, smooth thighs were felt and fondled, "You were the first of your army to choose from the spoils of war, so I know you must have fought in the first line, the position of the bravest."

"Or of the most foolish," Hegomas said, "Those in the front are the first to die."

"But you did not die, and you were the victor, and to the victor goes the spoils. That is the law of war."

"And what spoils!" Hegomas smiled, "I would willingly risk my life ten times over for a boy such as you."

"You flatter me," Enobus sighed happily as Hegomas' hand reached for his still tender softness and fondled him gently, not attempting to make him rise, but showing he enjoyed the limpness of his tired cock and the slowly moving feel of his empty balls.

"Not so," Hegomas denied, "I looked for a boy who, if he was not spoil of war, I would wish to court and attempt to make him my lover, and found such a one straight away."

"The Gods were kind to me that you chose me," Enobus sighed, "There were other boys prettier than me. Did you not see Heros, the Chief Magistrate's son? He is a boy any man would wish to fuck."

Hegomas recalled a boy, his hair bleached to the colour of ripe corn, who had been presented to the General, and, no doubt by now had taken the General's cock up inside his arse.

"A very pretty boy," Hegomas agreed, "But one, I think, meant to be fucked and not loved."

"And I am one to be loved but not fucked?" Enobus teased, hoping for more flattery.

"Fucked you will certainly be," Hegomas smiled, fondling the boy's possessions with careful tenderness, "And for a day and two nights, the time permitted, you will be loved as well."

"Then I can but wish your General had demanded harsher terms," Enobus sniggered, "A month at least."

"Longer," Hegomas joined in the game of loving words, "A year would not be enough."

"But tell me of the battle," Enobus said once more, "Tell me of the deeds you did, of how you earned the right to sheath your sword in my arse."

That other swords were now being sheathed in other places was evident from the squeals and moans that could be heard from elsewhere in the house and Hegomas was concerned that the sounds of his sisters and his mother being fucked would be a distress to him, and offered sympathy that they were also spoils of war.

"They are women," Enobus shrugged, "It is of no concern. They must produce babies, and how else can they do so unless they are fucked by the men of your army?"

That, as Hegomas knew to be true, was a fact of war. All the men of the city of fighting age were now either dead or taken to be sold as slaves and how else could the women be impregnated unless it were by the soldiers of the victorious army? There was not a cock in the city now older than sixteen and younger than sixty that did not hang between the legs of the conquering army, but those invading cocks were now hard at work in order to re-populate the small city.

"Only the generals see a battle," Hegomas returned to the boy's request, "The common soldier sees only the men who come with intent to kill him."

"My father fought in the front line," Enobus said calmly, "Perhaps you saw him and how he died?"

"I have no knowing of your father," Hegomas said, soothing his words with gentle stroking of smooth boy thigh, "But if he fought in the first line, then truly he died well. They charged our phalanx, and none but the very bravest will find the courage to charge a hedge of twelve foot spears. I stood in the very centre, and one with a red shield came at me, his sword held low, hoping to avoid my sarissa and thrust at me in the groin, but he held his shield low also and I took him in the throat, and, even as he died, another, a blue shield with a design of yellow, came from my left, inside the sarissa hedge, but as he raised his sword arm to strike, he too, lowered his shield, and I was able to use the edge of mine to catch him beneath the chin. I heard his neck snap, even above the shouts and clashes of war, and then all was heaving and pushing and noise and dust until all was done."

Enobus fell quiet for a moment as he heard Hegomas' words, and how it was that he had become a spoil of war, as were his sisters and his mother who he could hear being noisily fucked in other rooms of his house. Then his thoughts returned to the hero who was bedding him, how carefully and gently he held him and stroked his obedient body. The Gods had sent this man to choose him, and he gave thanks again to his Gods and put all thoughts save those of loving from his young mind.

"You have much liking for my cock," he smiled as that soft part of him was cupped and fondled, "Is it the custom in your city for men to so like the cocks of boys?"

"Listen and learn," Hegomas said, "And when you are older and take a boy as your lover, remember what you now learn. Men must fuck women; that is their duty and if they did not do their duty the world would soon have no boys to provide pleasure for men, and men fuck boys for pleasure and not for duty. A boy's arse is a wonder and delight and gives greater pleasure to a man's cock than any woman's cunt can give, and boys much like to be fucked, and find much pleasure themselves in the use of their arses. But the essence of a boy is not to be found in his arse, but in his cock. The pleasure he gains from the use of his arse is great and most intense and pleases his body more than any other pleasure, but his mind receives the greatest satisfaction when his cock is pleasured, please a boy's cock and you please the boy. A boy is his cock and his cock is the boy."

"Some of this I understand," Enobus said after thinking carefully, "It pleases me much that my cock finds such favour with you, and never has it been treated as you treat it. In this city, men wish boys for their arses, not their cocks."

"Yet your cock is prepared to perfection for a man to enjoy," Hegomas said, feeling all around the perfect smoothness of the boy's groin.

Enobus both grinned and blushed, "My last lover, Hector, had wish for a boy younger than me, but all of the age he desired were taken already. My slave, Rotus, was taken from a city where all men kept their boys without hairs and he prepared me for Hector's bed, making me look younger than I am when my tunic is off."

"That Hector may have thought it makes you look younger than you are," Hegomas said gallantly, but also truthfully, "But to my eyes it says that you are a boy of some fifteen years who has a beautiful cock and has no wish to have its beauty spoiled by unsightly hair."

"Indeed," Enobus blushed again, "I must confess I like it better with no hairs. I like also the way it feels."

"I like also to have no hair," Hegomas smiled, "For how it looks, for how it feels and also for a boy's pleasure when he worships it with his mouth."

"Do you wish me to use my mouth now?" Enobus asked, thinking that was what Hegomas meant.

"I wish for you to use your mouth when you have the desire to use your mouth," Hegomas kissed the boy gently on the tip of his nose, "As I will use my mouth on you when the desire takes me."

Again, Enobus blushed, he was not used to being courted in this careful manner and was finding it much to his liking. Hector had been a reasonable lover; though his cock did not have the magnificence of Hegomas' powerful weapon he used it well enough and had fucked Enobus frequently and well, always filling the boy's arse and giving it the satisfaction that a boy's arse so needs, but he had made no secret that his real desires were for a boy of ten or eleven and had paid little attention to anything but Enobus' arse, never treating his cock to joy as Hegomas was concerned to do.

"You must use my body for your pleasure," Enobus said, "I am your spoil of war and it would dishonour me if you did not make full use of me." What Enobus meant, though his words were formal and mannered, was that he had never had so much pleasure in a bed and wished to fill every moment of his time as a spoil of war in abandoned lust.

"It would dishonour me if I did not do all in my power to fill your body with feelings of happiness and to content your mind with knowing that you are a beautiful boy sent by the Gods to please a man's desires," Hegomas softly replied, "And have no doubts that when the permitted time is up, your arse will be as wide open as your city gates, your balls mere shrivelled prunes, your jaw aching from your sucking of my cock, and your own cock soft and sore from never-ending use."

"I think we will find little time for sleep," Enobus giggled, "But how will the be time to eat and drink?"

"Are you so weak a boy that you cannot feed a man with this alone?" Hegomas teased, fondling with his fingers the boy's soft delight.

"Willingly will I try," Enobus smiled back, "Though I fear you would need ten boys to satisfy your hunger."

"But as I have only one," Hegomas pretended sadness, "I must find other parts of a boy to taste and feed on."

"Do all the men of your city take so much interest in a boy's cock?" Enobus asked. He felt so comfortable and safe, cuddled into the man while his young, soft cock was being fondled and admired, and his mind was released from the conventional restraints of the customs of his city where lovers did not tell boys that they had wonderful cocks, and, indeed, showed very little interest in those cocks. Enobus was discovering the delightful thrill of talking about cock, boy cock, and, especially, his cock.

"You appear to have much liking for my cock, even now, when it is soft and useless," he said.

"The cock of a boy, or a young youth like you, is never useless," Hegomas smiled, "Soft, it is beautiful to look at, to admire in repose. It makes a man wonder, if he has never before seen it, how it will grow and swell when it hardens, and, if it is a cock he knows, its softness is a promise of the joy to come when it is hard. A soft cock is a delight to hold and feel, both before more energetic exercise with the boy who owns it, and also after, while his balls fill again. The pleasure and delight it provides is different when soft, but still a pleasure and delight."

"The boys of your city are truly fortunate," Enobus sighed, "To have their cocks admired so."

"The men of your city were truly foolish," Hegomas said, "To ignore the beauty of the cocks of their boys and wish to use those boys for fucking only."

"Sir," Enobus said hesitantly, knowing he was asking for more than he should as a spoil of war, but he felt life starting to return to his cock and a deeply hidden wish was rising in his mind, "May I be permitted to request a favour from you? I have no right to ask, I know I am yours to do with as you wish, but may I beg you to bring me to my next finish with your hand alone? I know it must show some weakness in me, sir, but I long to discover how it would be to be treated so. Like all boys I have done this thing to myself, but since I first began to squirt I have had a secret wish to be brought to squirting by another's hand."

"And has that never been done for you?" Hegomas could not keep astonishment from his voice, that this, the simplest and most basic way of pleasuring a boy, the thing men did with boys when they courted them to become their lovers, was a pleasure unknown to the boy he held and fondled.

"Never, sir," Enobus whispered, uncertain if he should be embarrassed and ashamed of his desire; in his city the mouths and arses of boys were used by their lovers, their cocks, after the convention of uncovering, of interest only to the boys themselves. "Never has my cock been treated as you treat it, my body felt and stroked so; never have I been kissed as you kiss me. I have been fucked many times and sometimes a lover has used his mouth on my arse to wet me for fucking and I have much liking for the use lovers make of my arse, but no lover has used me as you do, and with all my heart I thank the Gods for sending you to choose me."

Hegomas also gave thanks to the Gods; he had chosen a boy whose demeanour he thought gave promise of sport in bed and had thought to satisfy his natural desires for the flesh of a boy, but the Gods had guided his choice to select the perfect boy, a boy who wished to know the fullness of the pleasures to be found in his body and give those pleasures freely to the man who bedded him. What greater gift could the Gods send to a man?

Hegomas put one arm around the boy and held him close, the boy's head on his shoulder, and with his other hand he stroked the firm smoothness of the boy's thigh and cupped his filling balls.

"With your permission," he whispered to the boy's curled hair, "I would have you as my lover and not a spoil of war for the time permitted us," and, above, the Gods smiled and held close the mortal boys they had taken for their pleasure; the Gods, like men, take much delight in boys.

"Oh, sir," Enobus whispered, and a tear fell from his eye onto the shoulder of the man who held him close and safe.

For Hegomas there was only one thing that must be done with a boy who sheds tears on his lover's shoulder; that boy must be kissed to comfort him, and so Hegomas lifted the boy's head so their lips were close, and when a boy's lips are close to those of his lover he has no choice but to close the distance more so lips meet and touch and part, so tongues also may meet but do not part.

The union of their mouths began with gentleness, but that gave way soon enough to passion and desire, and though before Enobus had kissed Hegomas with eagerness, tasting his own cream, that kissing was chaste and virtuous when placed beside the kissing that now took place.

Greedily Enobus sucked tongue into his mouth, engaged in battle with it, tongue wrestling with tongue and neither willing to submit, yield and break conflict. As his tongue twisted and swirled his cock rose once more to hardness, swelling with pride and joy in Hegomas' hand, and as it swelled and rose Hegomas moved his hand on it till it reached its full glory.

Hegomas detached his mouth from his young lover's, whispered gently in his ear, "Watch now whilst I rub you to pleasure," knowing well how the sight of his cock being used as a boy's cock should be used would be planted in his mind and make him more eager still for it to be seen, admired and used.

At first Enobus found he could not keep his eyes open as he was rubbed; he was used to the feelings of pleasure he could give his cock with his hand, but this was not his hand and the pleasure was so much greater, he closed his eyes to savour it more.

"Watch," Hegomas urged him as he used just the tips of his fingers on the head of Enobus' cock, "It will make the pleasure greater still." He resisted the urge to work only the boy's delightful foreskin, that exquisite torment, he decided, must wait till later, till the boy's cock was tired and weary from much use, no longer able to squirt cream but only dribble thin, watery milk, and that only after it had been tormented till the boy believed he could bear no more.

Instead he held the spongy head firmly between finger tip and thumb, gripped from the sides and just above the ridge, so when the boy looked he would see the full glory of his hard cock, the skin moving up and down as he was rubbed, never brought so low as to expose the purple head beneath, but moving on that most sensitive part enough to make the boy's mind scream for more.

This was not how Enobus rubbed his own cock; he always held it firmly in his fist and pumped urgently, his only desire being to spurt, but now his cock was in the hand of a master and all his senses, all his being, seemed to flow into his cock, and he forced his eyes open and could not but admire the beauty of his weapon of joy as it was rubbed, and understood now the words of Hegomas that a boy is his cock and his cock is the boy.

There are many way in which a boy's cock may be rubbed and Hegomas used them all; different places for his fingers, different grips with his full hand, changing often from one to another, in no hurry to bring the boy to spurting, and, in truth, enjoying his work too much to wish to rush to an ending.

Enobus panted and sighed, moaned and whimpered as he was rubbed so carefully and skilfully, learning all the time the wonders of his cock, and vowing that when he was of an age to take a boy for his lover he would give that boy the wondrous pleasure he was being given now, not use him just for fucking as was the custom in his city.

When at last his cream came Enobus squealed with delight as he watched it squirt upwards from his cock, warm, glistening pearls landing on his flat stomach. Those Hegomas smeared around his groin and onto his balls, joining with that all the drips he eased from now sensitive foreskin, and Enobus wondered why he did this instead of wiping him clean with the sheet of the bed.

"It will dry there," Hegomas smiled at his question, "And its scent will rise me to yet more desire for your body," and Enobus grinned with happiness at that answer, for though he was now tired with his labours, yet he still desired more.

"Will it make you wish to fuck me?" he asked hopefully.

"I had a wish to fuck you when I first set eyes upon you in the square," Henobus admitted, and was rewarded for his thoughtful words by the pressing by Enobus of his body close and the resting of the contented boy's head again on his shoulder, "But first there will be more work for your lovely cock to do."

"More?" Enobus raised his head, eyes showing he was puzzled and surprised, "You have such liking for my cock you will put it to more use yet?"

"A use that may surprise you," Hegomas grinned at the puzzled boy, "I would have it in my arse before it no longer has the strength to harden enough to go there."

"You wish me to fuck you?" Enobus squeaked. Such a thing was unheard of in his city; men fucked boys, boys did not fuck men.

"Indeed I do," Hegomas confirmed, "I have great liking for the cocks of boys in my arse, and the cock of a boy who has never fucked before will be a joy and a delight."

"You truly have a wish for me to fuck you?" Enobus asked again, "Is this the way of your city? That boys fuck men?"

"Of course," Hegomas smiled, "Remember what I said to you, that a man must always seek to give pleasure to the boy he takes for lover, and what greater pleasure is there than fucking? And how else may a boy come to learn how to fuck? Your first boy may also be a virgin still, and how will he enjoy it if you know not how to fuck him with care?"

"I think the men of our city took no care of the boys they fucked," Enobus said, remembering how it had so hurt when first he took a cock inside him.

"Then truly they were fools," Hegomas snorted in derision and contempt, "Boys are the gift of the Gods to men and gifts from the Gods should not be treated lightly."

"You think of me as a gift from the Gods?" Enobus asked, "Not just as a spoil of war you may fuck?"

"Far more than just simply fuck," Hegomas grinned, once more stroking the smoothness of the boy's thigh, "I have no doubt your arse will be a wonder, but there is, you may have noticed, more to a boy than just his arse."

"Already I have learned why the Gods gave boys cocks," Enobus also grinned, "And my legs you seem to have affection for, and also for the taste of my mouth, and I think you find it no unpleasant thing to have me held close to you."

"And no unpleasant thing to have you inside me," Hegomas reminded the boy he wished to be fucked, "And then I may tell the Gods that I have thanked them for their gift and had your lovely cock spurt in my hand and in my mouth and in my arse."

Enobus glowed with pleasure that the man spoke so to him; never had a lover treated him with such tenderness, appreciated his young body so and filled him with desire. He was no gift of the Gods to the man, Hegomas was a gift from the Gods to him.

"Should it not be also that your magnificent cock spurts in my hand, in my mouth and in my arse?" he asked with a smile, "I find myself with much desire to hold it and to taste it and to feel it fill me."

"And you will not be disappointed in that desire," Hegomas assured him, "My cock longs for you to treat it in all those ways."

Enobus sighed with contentment; there was no doubt in hi young mind that the Gods had sent Hegomas as a gift, but gifts from the Gods are rarely as straightforward as they seem; it amuses the Gods to hold out a gift for a mortal and then to snatch it away when it is reached  for, and Enobus was determined to take all the pleasure he could from this dangled gift before it was taken from him.

The boys of his city were not treated with the care and attention it seemed the men of Hegomas' city treated boys; once they reached the age of ten they were objects to be fucked, and before that age their mouths were most often used, so boys all came to understand that they were to be used by the cocks of men, and when they grew to be men themselves, they too would use boys in this manner.

This seemed not to be the way in Hegomas' city; boys were used as nature intended boys should be used, but from Hegomas' words and actions it appeared that boys were used in a manner to ensure they enjoyed the use made of them, so when they grew to be men they also used boys in that manner, as that was their custom and law.

Though Enobus knew nothing but the careless use by his lovers, still had he come to have much liking for cock in his mouth and in his arse, and though the Gods may have given him this hero with a magnificent cock for but a short time, still he wished to lose not a moment of the time he had been given.

"It will be a time, I think," he said shyly, "Before my cock can once more grow hard enough to please you in the manner that you wish, and for my balls to fill again with cream to spurt, but I believe I have some small skill with my mouth if such would give you pleasure."

"A boy's arse is a place of wonder for a man's cock," Hegomas smiled, "But his mouth is a wonder to both the cock and the mind. An arse may be taken, but a mouth must be given."

"Willingly will I give my mouth," Enobus said earnestly, for although his cock was soft and tired and his balls were empty, desire still burned in him and he longed to worship Hegomas' cock with his lips and tongue.

Enobus forgot all shyness now and allowed his mouth to lead him to Hegomas' cock and when his head was there his nostrils breathed in the heavy musk of an aroused man, turning desire into lust.

Enobus had used his mouth, as was his duty, on all his lovers and on several men before he was of a sufficient age to take a lover; though the law and custom of his city was that a boy may not be entered before he reaches ten, there was no bar to prevent the using of his mouth before that age, and like all other boys, Enobus had tasted man-cock and eaten man-cream often enough before he became of an age to fuck.

Enobus did not possess the subtle arts and skills of slave boys who had been trained to worship cocks, but he took more joy in the cock of Hegomas than any such slave boy could have done, and worshipped that heroic cock with all his being, keeping his lips soft and his tongue flickering, knowing from a God-given instinct how much skin to peel and when to peel it so he did not bring Hegomas to spurting too quickly. Nor did he forget Hegomas' balls, washing them carefully with his tongue and taking them, one at a time into his mouth – both together he could not manage, they were so full and heavy.

Hegomas tousled the boy's curled hair, counted the bones in his spine with gentle fingers, and also his ribs as his cock was suckled, encouraging him without words in his endeavours and thanking the Gods again for guiding his eyes to this boy in the square and telling him to chose him as a spoil of war.

Hegomas could not count the number of times his cock had been sucked, sucked even by those slave boys trained almost from birth to suckle cock, but never, he believed, had his cock been worshipped as Enobus worshipped it now, never had a boy given him so much pleasure and delight.

Even the Gods, for whom time has no meaning, cannot last forever when their immortal cocks are sucked by the mortal boys they take for pleasure and Hegomas was no God. All too soon, and however long it took it would still have been too soon, Hegomas felt the cream begin to churn in his balls and his cock grew harder yet in Enobus' mouth.

Enobus knew well the signs given when cream is near to spurting, and placed the head of Hegomas' cock on his tongue, closing his lips firmly around it, waiting with pounding heart for the cream to flow, determined that none should escape his mouth but all be savoured and eaten slowly.

It was not the best sucking Hegomas had endured, nothing could equal the skill of those slave boys from the East who had been trained to suck cock almost from their birth, but no boy, slave or free, had sucked his cock with so much dedication to his pleasure, worshipped his hardness with such adoration and showed such enjoyment in the eating of his cream.

Now he held the boy in his arms, both man and boy with spent cocks and empty balls, wondering at the joy of feeling the soft firmness that only comes with the flesh of a boy the age of the one he held. Truly the boy was a gift from the Gods and once more Hegomas gave his thanks to them.

Now was the light fading and the time for evening meal almost upon them, and with that meal would come a custom that may seem strange to those from other countries and cities where it was not the case.

The terms of surrenders such as the one offered by the defeated city did not make the boys, girls and women slaves; though they were spoils of war they were so only for the time agreed, and though their bodies would be used much and often, the pretence of honour must always be maintained. They took the victorious soldiers to their beds under the guise and pretence of hospitality, and in that pretence all would eat together. But still were the boys, girls and women spoils of war and that must not be forgotten, so those spoils of war would present themselves naked at the table for all to look at and admire.

"I will not shame you by being clothed while you are naked," Hegomas said to the boy he held, "I too will eat unclothed and all may see I take you as a lover for the hours we are permitted, and not as master with a spoil of war."

"You do me too much honour," Enobus sighed with happiness, knowing more of the time permitted than did the man who held him close, and being happy he felt at liberty to tease, "But I fear that when my sisters see the magnificence of your cock they will wish it for themselves, and maybe you may take a liking to their young breasts and cunts."

"Have no fears for that," Hegomas smiled, "The only breasts I like are those of boys, hard and firm, even if their cocks be soft."

"As for my cock, that will rise again," Enobus giggled, "But will not yours be tempted by tight young cunt?"

"No more, I think, than yours will be," Hegomas teased, "But perhaps your arse may desire to be filled by other cocks than mine."

"My arse has great liking for cock," Enobus agreed, "And my cock has no desire to enter cunt, and I have no wish now for any cock but yours in my mouth and in my arse."

"Then be proud of your splendid body," Hegomas told the boy, "And when men gaze upon you with desire and lust, know they do so because of your beauty and wish they had you and not your sisters and mother in their beds."

Enobus did indeed stand proud when he presented himself naked at the meal, and when six soldiers looked with unhidden desire upon his nakedness he smiled with pleasure that he was so desired, and that eyes feasted on him and not on his naked sisters with their pert, upturned young breasts and hairless cunts, nor on his mother who had full breasts of the sort that some men so like to feel.

Proud he was also that Hegomas was naked beside him and held his hand, silently declaring that he was his and no other man's, though both his sisters, he noted, looked with envy on the magnificent cock of his lover.

"Does he treat you well and please you?" Enobus' mother found a time and space to question him, "Fucks you with care and not with carelessness?"

"He has not fucked me yet, mother," Enobus answered, "Though he will do so later and often enough, I think. But for now he is determined only on my pleasure and not on his own, though I have sucked him, and that at my wish and not at his demand. Never have I had a lover like to him."

"Then the Gods have been good to you," Enobus' mother smiled, "And to your sisters and myself they have not been unkind. Though they pass us between them they are mannered men and treat us well enough."

"The Gods have been good," Enobus said, "Though we are spoils of war in another way than this."

`How is this so?" his mother asked, concern clear in her voice.

"I asked him of his part in the battle, and he fought in the centre of the front line. He remembers only the first two who came against him, and both he slew, and though he knows not who they were, by his descriptions of their shields he slew both my father and Hector. He was the first amongst them to claim his spoil of war, and he chose me, mother, from all the rest. His sight fastened straight on me and me he would have. Could this be any other than the doing of the Gods?"

"The ways of the Gods are strange," Enobus' mother said slowly, "And though by his actions he has claim on us and all we own, unless he knows our laws and knows the men he killed he will leave here with the rest and lose the right to all your father's possessions."

"Then our fates depend on my honour," Enobus sighed, "A heavy burden, mother. I wish only to be enjoyed by him as his lover."

"Always were you a dreamer," Enobus' mother snorted with derision, "Wanting more from your lovers than just their cocks. To men, boys are no different from girls and women. They have holes for men to place their cocks in, no more than that. Men use boys only because they can fuck them knowing their bellies will not swell as mine and your sisters' now will. A boy is no more than a girl with a cock in a man's thinking," she said spitefully.

"He has not put his cock in me," Enobus angrily replied, "But treats me with care and tenderness, seeking to give me pleasure. Three times now he has brought me to spurting and I him only once and that with my mouth because I wished it and not at his demand. He treats me with honour. Did he not come naked to our meal, my hand held in his, so I seem his lover and not a spoil of war?"

"Go then again to his bed," his mother hissed, "And think of nothing but your pleasure. Your father dead, you are the master of this house, and if you think of nothing but a cock, then our fortunes are lost."

Hegomas could not but notice the change in Enobus' mood when they returned to bed. The happy, smiling boy who wished only for the pleasures of the body was replaced with a pensive, almost youth, who, though he did not shame himself by covering his cock or giving any signs of displeasure that his body was observed, it was clear that desire and lust had left him.

Had Hegomas thought of the boy as nothing more than a spoil of war, such behaviour would have concerned him not in the least; he would again have used the boy, taken his cock in hand or mouth as was his right to do and fucked him when he wished, but to Hegomas the boy, though spoil of war as he indeed was, was also a gift from the Gods, and no man of any sense takes such gifts lightly.

"Something troubles the mind of the beautiful boy beside me," Hegomas said softly, "Is it, perhaps that he was distressed by the sight of his sisters and his mother naked and the knowledge of the use made of them?"

Enobus shook his head in denial of that, "They are women," he whispered, "It is no matter what use is made of them." But the cruel words of his mother burned in his mind and he had to speak of them, know if they were true. "Is it," he struggled to say, "That, for men, boys are no better than women and girls, that boys are just women with cocks and not cunts and used for fucking as their bellies cannot be made to swell?"

"Is that how you think I have used you?" Hegomas asked, but not unkindly, "If that is so, then rise from this bed and cover yourself with your tunic. I can take no pleasure in a boy who finds no pleasure in being adored."

Enobus then blushed with shame; nothing could be more dishonourable than to deny Hegomas the right he had to enjoy his body as he wished, and nor did he have any desire to do so, but he longed to be admired and used as a boy and not as a girl with a cock.

"I will not so," he said with force, "Nor have I any wish to do so, but I have no desire to be used as a girl with a cock," he blurted, tears forming in his eyes. The understanding that men had used him in that way since first he was of an age to fuck, that all his lovers had no thoughts for him as a boy, but only as a mouth and arse for their cocks was now too great an understanding for him to manage.

"Had I a wish for a girl in my bed, then would I not have chosen one for my spoil of war?" Hegomas asked gently, "It would have been of no concern if I made her belly swell. There is no greater pleasure a man may have than that provided by a boy. I talk not just of the pleasures of the bed; a boy gives pleasure to a man even when he is clothed. There is no better companionship for a man that that of a boy. True it is that a man's heart maybe gladdened because the boy who walks beside him in the city is a boy who will later share his bed, but a man does not seek to have a boy as his lover for the bed alone. He wishes that boy to be with him always, to give him pleasure and delight by his very presence, a thing no woman can ever do."

Some comfort Enobus found in these words, though he knew they were not words any man in his city would have spoken. None of his many lovers had walked hand in hand with him through the city streets, nor desired his company at any time unless he was unclothed and in a bed, his mouth and arse ready for their cocks.

"Would you find such pleasure in me?" Enobus asked, his tears fading, "I know I am but a spoil of war, but if I were not so, would you have a wish for my company, even when clothed?"

"Were you naked when the Gods guided me to choose you?" Hegomas smiled, "Did they tell me of the wonder of your cock and of the skill of your mouth? No," he answered his own question, "They said only, `he is the boy for you,' and I find I have no quarrel with their words."

"Do you truly like my cock?" Enobus asked once more, wanting to hear again that Hegomas did so, though he had already some proof of that in what had gone before.

"I said before that the cock is the boy and the boy is his cock, but a man may worship a cock yet have no feelings for the boy, but if he has affection for the boy he can do no other than worship his cock."

"You have shown me much honour," Enobus said, his mind reaching for the conclusion he now knew he must arrive at, "You have not treated me as a spoil of war, though it is your right to do so. Though you believe you have me for but a short while, you have, I think, treated me as you would treat a boy you took as lover in your own city, and the boys in your city are blessed by the Gods, as men there do not think of them as women with cocks but think of them as the boys they are, and I truly give my thanks to the Gods for sending you to me and permitting me to know, though my time as a boy is nearly over, the wonder that it is to be a boy and have a man adore him."

"Then may I beg to be allowed to show you all the adoration you deserve for the time the Gods have given us?" Hegomas requested. He would not lay a single finger on the boy again unless that permission was granted, however great was his desire.

Enobus gave no answer in words, but threw himself into the arms of Hegomas, tears now streaming freely from his eyes, and when he was again able to manage words, he said only, "My cock, use my cock."

"Your cock alone?" Hegomas said gently as he reached again for that piece of flesh that makes a boy a boy.

"I am my cock," Enobus whispered the words Hegomas had said, trying to drive the hateful words of his mother forever from his mind, and gave a great sigh when what he wished for was done and his cock once more safe in the hand of the man who owned him now, though as yet the man did not know that.

"End your tears," Hegomas breathed into the curled hair of the boy, "And show the Gods that your cock is indeed the cock of a boy and use it as a cock must be used. I have brought you to spurting with my mouth and with my hand, now I crave to have you spurt inside me."

Hegomas' words and the warmth of his hand brought Enobus once again to hardness. Men, he reasoned, do not get fucked by girls, such is not possible, so in wishing to take the cock of Enobus in his hero's arse, Hegomas was declaring beyond any doubt that he, Enobus, was a real and true boy and not merely a girl with a cock as his hateful mother had said.

"Is this," he asked, some wonder in his voice, "Why men in your city allow boys to fuck them? So they know they are real and true boys, not girls with cocks?"

"The boys in my city know they are boys and know the worth of their cocks," Hegomas smiled, enjoying the feel of the hardness in his hand, "They know well enough that when men look at them they are wondering what it is they have covered by their tunics, and when they go fishing for a lover it is their cocks they use as bait. Boys in my city," Hegomas explained, "Are not permitted to take a lover until their cocks can spurt, so never is there any doubt in their minds that what a man desires is a spurting cock."

"But what of their arses?" a puzzled Enobus asked, his cock throbbing some now as they talked in this manner, "Here a man may use the arse of a boy some years before his cock can spurt. Do not the men in your city take pleasure in tight young arse?"

"That there is some delight in young tight arse, and in soft young mouth, cannot be denied," Hegomas agreed, using now the tips of his fingers on Enobus' ample foreskin, a treatment he knew would excite the boy's cock yet not sufficiently so as to bring him close to spurting, "And should a man desire that, he will make use of a slave. In this way, the boys of my city know it is for their cocks that men desire them more than for their arses."

"That indeed would be a wonder," Enobus sighed in envy, "To be desired for your cock and not your arse alone."

"Think you that you are desired here for your arse alone?" Hegomas whispered, working harder now with his fingers on Enobus' foreskin, so the urge for his cock to be used in full grew in the boy.

"I believe you have some liking for my cock," Enobus was obliged to grin, his tears all now forgotten, "And much do I like it that you like my cock."

"And much do I long for the delight of feeling it inside me," Hegomas tempted the boy, "The greatest of all pleasures for a man is to be fucked by the beautiful cock of a boy."

Enobus then felt that moment when desire mixes with fear, the moment of reality when a boy is faced with fucking for the very first time. The desire to fuck grows strong within him, but with it grows the fear he may not fuck well and properly, that he will be shown to be a fool in fucking, and how can a boy live with the shame of such a thing?

"Never have I fucked before," he whispered, "I know not what to do."

"Have no fears," Hegomas soothed the boy, "You are your cock, and your cock will know what to do."

It was as Hegomas said; Enobus anointed his cock with oil as he knew men did before they fucked boys, and followed the ritual that had so often been performed on him by his lovers, using his oiled cock to anoint the hole of the arse he was to enter.

"Your cock is now your spear," Hegomas said when he felt the tip of Enobus' cock at his hole, "Don't thrust hard or you may lose your mark, but gently push it home."

This Enobus did, he knew well the pain that came when a lover speared him carelessly with his cock as many of his lovers had done, but he wondered how he should push his cock inside, Hegomas' arse seeming to place a shield against his cock-spear and deny him entry.

Then suddenly all changed and Enobus shrieked with wonder as his cock was sucked inside that arse, into a burning hot and wet place that gripped his cock more tightly than Hegomas' hand or mouth had gripped it.

Hegomas had spoken true, for then Enobus was nothing but his cock. He did not tell his body to move, to thrust and withdraw to thrust again, his cock gave that order and his body obeyed. His hips rose and fell as his cock plunged in and out, never far enough out to leave the hole he fucked, but far enough for him to have space to drive once more deep in.

Enobus grunted each time he drove deep, his grunts mingling with the slaps as flesh met flesh, drowning the sighs of Hegomas as his arse was ridden hard. There was nothing, Hegomas believed, that could equal the pleasure of being fucked by a boy who had never fucked before. Enobus would learn soon enough to fuck with more skill, and learn some of that skill in Hegomas' arse, but this first fuck, full of the animal passion of a boy in heat who has never before used his cock was a joy and a delight to Hegomas.

No boy of fifteen can last for long when he first fucks, and though Enobus' balls had been already emptied three times, still they had filled enough for him to spurt again, and with a great cry he shot his cream deep inside Hegomas' arse, and fell, panting on Hegomas' back until his cock softened again and slipped from the hole it had plundered.

"Have you any doubts now that you are a boy?" Hegomas asked as he cuddled the exhausted Enobus in a close embrace.

Enobus now had no such doubts, the evil words of his mother washed from his mind. Nor had he now any doubts what he must say and do, though when he should say those words he still had no knowing of.

 

 

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