Then and Now 9
"Athenians do not fuck boys," I said.
I giggled, "Then I suppose that I am luckier as a slave than you two! Because I can experience how great a cock feels and you cannot!" The wine was strong and I was more than a little drunk.
"Yes, you are a slave." I had to take care speaking, do it slowly because when I tried to say 's' it wanted to come out as 'sh' "Don't ever forget you are a shlave .. slave," I reached for the willow and gave it a playful slap on its outstretched thigh. It was meant to be playful but it still made the slave yelp and a bright red line grew on its smooth flesh.
"And," I said as though I was scoring a debating point at a philosopher's school, "Glaucos knows what cock feels like. He's had yours in him, hasn't he."
I nodded, the willow having made my thigh burn.
"Yes Master he has," I admitted, knowing that I had done something wrong. Well we both had, but as a slave you soon learnt that you were the one to be punished when something was amiss.
"Wasn't very big, but did feel nice," Glaucos tried to be serious but giggled instead. "Yours might have been better," he grinned at me, "But you're so stuck up on being moral all the time, no chance that I'll ever find that out. Is there?"
I stared at him in amazement. "You'd let me fuck you?" I gasped.
"Course I would. Apollo knows I've given you enough hints since we first started wanking each other, haven't I?"
My slave stopped rubbing the red line on its thigh and burst into giggles.
I had guessed that Thelonikas and his friend wanked each other off but it was still funny to think about them doing it. However, the stern look from my Master suggested that it wasn't my place to find it funny so I tried to straighten my face.
"Stop laughing," I told it and gave it a slap with my hand on its thigh. "You're a slave remember."
Glaucos giggled, he was more than half-drunk as well. "Slave perhaps," he managed between his sniggers, "But delicious flesh as well." His hand was stroking my slave from neck to knee and I felt a surge of jealousy that he was stroking it and not me.
Glaucos had sneered at me for being too moral, and I suppose that is how I must seem to the other boys, but my mind was filled with very immoral thoughts, and I knew what I was really jealous about was that the slave had fucked Glaucos and not me. Glaucos had risked everything to get cock inside him, and though I had wanted that as well I didn't have the nerve to dare to do it.
"Was it good fucking Glaucos?" I asked it, "Something special because you had your cock inside a free Athenian boy? Inside an arse where cock should never go?"
I yelped and tried to look contrite. Thelonikas was clearly annoyed and I didn't want to anger him too much.
"It was good Master, but I only did it because he ordered me to! I can't disobey a free boy!" I hoped the excuse would calm his temper.
"Good, was it?" I snarled, angry because of the wine and because of myself for having less courage than Glaucos.
"You laugh at me," I turned my attention to my friend, "You all laugh at me because I hold to moral ways. Even Solon laughs at me. Can't you see I have no choice? I am the son of one of the most respected and wealthy citizens of Athens. Anything I do that is against all our accepted ideas of morality casts its shadow on my father."
I looked at Glaucos, pleading with my eyes for him to understand me
"Solon said that we cannot understand morality unless we know of immorality also," I forgot my anger, the wine leading me to say things now I should never say, "Well," I defied Glaucos, "Tonight I will learn of immorality. If, Glaucos, you have the nerve to go that far. I know you have taken this slave's cock in your arse, I heard the grunts and groans of delight you made when it fucked you. I want to be made to grunt and groan like that. I want to know what it is like to have cock inside me, know how it feels to be fucked."
I was into my stride now, the wine releasing all my inhibitions, and I felt both a sense of daring and of freedom.
Tonight, Glaucos, you will sleep here with me and the slave, and we will have sex. Lots of sex. All the sex any boy can want."
I paused for effect then, because what I had to say next would, I knew, shock both my friend and my slave.
I rose from the bed where the three of us were lying and stood naked before the other two.
"Take that off," I ordered the slave, pointing at its leather collar, a collar that could be unclasped and removed, "Take it off and give it to me."
Slowly and hesitantly it did as I ordered and handed me the collar which I promptly fastened around my own neck.
"Tonight I am the slave," I declared, picked up the willow and tossed it on my slave's lap. "I am the slave and I am here for your pleasure."
"Master you can't!" I squealed the words loudly and Glaucos clamped a hand over my mouth to keep me silent.
"Quiet idiot, you want to get us caught? I think he makes a good slave, don't you?"
I had to admit the collar suited Thelonikas, and my cock got hard as I imagined him as my slave. I would start by thrashing him as pay back for all the beatings he had given me. Then I would make him suck on my cock!
I took a deep breath as Glaucos and my slave spoke. My slave? Not for this night it wasn't; it was my master, not my slave.
Wine-fuddled as I was, my mind was surprisingly clear. I knew I was behaving exactly like the spoilt, fourteen year old boy I was. I was jealous of Glaucos for doing what he had done and I was determined to outdo him, but by acting as a slave for the night I was also running away from the reality of what I was doing. Later, in the morning, I could pretend to myself that it was all no more than a drunken game, boys being boys and getting carried away by it.
Well, be that as it may, tonight I would play the slave!
I put my hands behind my back, exposing all my front to the boys on the bed, pushing my hips forward a little to indicate that I was offering them full and free access to my cock, and to the rest of me as well.
"The master of the house," I said, "Has been informed that two boys wish to take full pleasure in a slave's flesh this night, and he has given his consent that this may be so. None will come close to this room this night, masters," I said as humbly as I could manage.
"My body awaits your pleasure, masters," I said and looked at the floor as a good slave should always do.
"It's a pretty slave isn't it!" I was revelling in the reversal of fortunes and walked around Thelonikas as if I was inspecting him. I ran my hand down his back and felt his firm buttocks, before seizing his jaw and making him open his mouth so I could look at his teeth.
"How shall we make this slave pleasure us first Glaucos?" I was keen to get my hands on Thelonikas' body and the excitement showed in my voice.
My instincts were to snarl at it, order it to take its hands from my body and bring me the willow wand so I could thrash it for its impertinence, but I said nothing and kept my eyes on the floor.
I had started this and my pride, if nothing else, would make me see it through until the morning.
Surprisingly, its hands on my body felt pleasant, but in a different way from usual; I was not in charge now, I was flesh to be used and that, immoral as it must be, sent a thrill of excitement through me.
I saw the flash of anger in Thelonikas' eyes and smirked. He had never been shy about giving me a taste of the willow and I picked up the cane and flexed it. The thin wood felt good in my hand and I quickly delivered two cuts, one to his left thigh and one to his right.
"Remember you are a slave," I told him with a smirk.
A flash of fire and agony on my left thigh and then on my right. The slave had not used the willow gently and after the initial burst of pain where the willow struck there was a slow spreading of hurt that made me want to screw my eyes shut and shout.
I refused to give that satisfaction, biting my lips to prevent anything more than a grunt from escaping.
I had been beaten often enough by my father and my tutors, pain was no novelty to me. I stared still at the floor.
"That's better slave," I went back to walking around Thelonikas, tapping the willow in the palm of my hand for effect. I was enjoying the power I now had over him, and while I had come to love him as a Master I felt the urge to be cruel to him. To make him feel as I had in my first few weeks as his slave.
Stroking a hand down his buttocks I wriggled a finger into his crack and slid it along his hole. It felt tight, and while I knew he had never had anything up there, the urge to humiliate him was strong.
No more slashes of the willow, and that surprised me. I knew I would have used it far more and far harder, turned the slave flesh before me into a blubbering lump of compliance, willing for anything to be done to it if it stopped the pain.
That didn't happen, though, the slave simply walked round me, and ran a finger down the crack of my arse, pushing into the crack and touching my hole.
It was deliberately trying to humiliate me, and it was succeeding. Had it whipped me more I would have begged it to fuck me if that is what it wanted to do, but now it was letting me know it didn't have to beat me first if it didn't want to - my arse belonged to it and it could go in there any time it wanted.
That made me want to cry, not with pain but with the humiliation of it.
I saw the hurt in his eyes and wondered if I had taken the game too far, but having an older boy, (who had lorded it over me for the last few months), at my mercy excited me too much and drove me on.
"I think I will sample its mouth first, unless you wish to sample its flesh instead, Glaucos?"
I heard Glaucos answer and say that he'd beat me more, and beat me where it would really hurt. "Slash that willow across his nipples, that'll make him scream," Glaucos said. My mind registered that he said 'him' and not 'it' so he wasn't really thinking of me as a slave, and I wondered why he should so want to hurt me.
"For two years I've almost begged him to fuck me," Glaucos was saying, "And he never even realised how much I needed that. Hurt the bastard and do what ever you want to him," Glaucos half-snarled. "And when you've finished I'll have his cock in me."
Apollo, strike me down, I thought when I heard the bitterness in my friend's voice, how could I have been so stupid? I had never even thought that Glaucos longed for me to fuck him; but I had been far too concerned with doing always what was moral to have understood what he so desperately needed from our friendship.
Part of me wanted to say no, that I didn't want to hurt Thelonikas badly and that we had taken the game too far already.
But another part wanted to do exactly what Glaucos said, and that part seemed to be the bit which was in charge of my cock which was hard and wet at the tip.
I gave Thelonikas a nice smile and, as he returned it, whipped the cane hard across his left nipple.
The slave smiled at me, and I thought it was being nice and so I smiled back.
And then ...........
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I screamed as it lashed the willow across my left nipple.
I had been beaten almost raw before now, but never had I experienced pain like this!! The agony seared through me, filling my entire body and there was no way I could do anything but scream. My body arched back and sideways, as though just moving would allow me to escape the pain, but it didn't,
Desperately I reached a hand across my chest, though I knew that just doing that would probably earn me another wicked lash, but the pain was such I did it by instinct as though my hand on my screaming nipple would make things better.
Instinctively I whacked the back of his hand with the cane. I knew from experience that hurt loads but I had no empathy for Thelonikas right now. He was my slave and I was enjoying beating him, he existed for my pleasure and nothing else concerned me.
"On your knees slave," I tapped the area between my legs with the cane.
"You will suck on this," I stroked my rock hard cock, "and you will please me unless you want me to beat your nipples until you really wail. And I don't want too cum quickly, too fast and I will thrash you until you can't scream anymore!"
The whack on my knuckles made me move my hand quickly, and when I was told to kneel and suck my slave I did so without hesitation.
I had sucked it many times before, but always for the pleasure of having its cock in my mouth, but now I had to do this for its pleasure and not mine.
Strangely I felt no resentment at being ordered to suck it, indeed, in a way I could not yet explain, the order added something to the pleasure of doing it.
I sucked it to the very best of my ability, using my tongue to lick around the head of its cock, peeling the skin just enough to allow the tip of my tongue to work the sensitive, exposed cock beneath, giving that cock full lip strokes, down to the very base and up again, and even daring, daring because I had not been told to do it, to take its balls into my mouth and juggling them with my lips and tongue.
Twice I felt its balls begin to churn and stopped my sucking, though keeping its cock still in my mouth, and when the churning stopped, beginning once again until my jaw ached and I longed for it to spurt so I could rest my face.
I moaned happily as Thelonikas sucked on my cock. He was clearly well practised and I enjoyed the way he teased and tickled my cock without making me cum.
Still, I couldn't last forever and taking hold of a fistful of his hair pulled his head down my shaft as my balls started to churn and my cock twitch.
The bastard grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat when he spunked. I didn't mind it making me deep throat it, but doing that at spunking time means you don't get a proper mouthful to taste and enjoy, and it knew well enough how much I like the taste of its spunk.
Still, I couldn't complain, I'd taken on the role of slave for the night so I just had to put up with what I got.
I moaned happily as the last of my spunk spurted into Thelonikas' throat. I knew he wouldn't have enjoyed that as much as I had but that was part of the pleasure.
"Do you want a turn on him Glaucos?" I didn't bother asking Thelonikas how he felt about the idea, he was a slave so had no say in the matter.
"I'll just watch for now," I heard Glaucos say. "You have your fun with him while you can. And if you fancy a change, you can have my arse again if you want, and take as long as you want in there as well."
I gritted my teeth when I heard Glaucos say that. This pretence of being a slave for the night was, for me, all about having an excuse to get cock in my arse, not satisfy any itch that my friend had.
On the spur of a wine induced moment it had seemed so simple, so obvious. I wanted to find out what it was like to be fucked. I'm fourteen and crave sex as much, or perhaps even more, than any other boy of my age, and having a cock in me had been a growing thought for quite a while now.
But it was forbidden. I'm an Athenian boy and Athenian boys do not get fucked! It's wrong. It's immoral.
I had toyed with the idea of ordering my slave to fuck me, but where would the pleasure be in that?
I didn't, I realised, have the same degree of courage as Glaucos had, I couldn't just ask for it, go so wildly against the laws of Athens. So, half-drunk, I came up with the idea of being a slave for the night, and boys fucked slaves.
I smiled at Glaucos, noticing how Thelonikas twitched and scowled at his words. Could he be jealous? It didn't seem possible that a free boy could be jealous of me, but then I reminded myself that I was now the free boy and Thelonikas the slave.
"Maybe later," I told Glaucos royally, slapping my still semi cock against Thelonikas' cheek.
"Get it nice and wet slave, I think it is past time you were broken in!" Glaucos laughed delightedly and I gave Thelonikas a clip with the cane to his thigh to get him to work.
The slave wasn't supposed to take the game this far, to actually behave as though it was the master and me a real slave, but it was, and was clearly enjoying things.
But the game was my idea and I had said it would last until morning, and I was not going to break my word, no matter what happened to me.
It clipped me on my thigh with the willow, not hard, but even gentle taps with a springy willow wand sting and I felt a glow of pain grow on my leg.
Of course I had been beaten with the willow many times, but somehow this little sting was different; I couldn't say why, but it was. The sting went to my cock, and that never happened when I was beaten by my father or my tutor, but this time it did and it somehow made me eager to do as I had been ordered and to slurp on the slave's cock.
I did hope, though, that if it intended to fuck me it would use some oil as well.
I was getting a bit hard again as Thelonikas slurped on my cock, his tongue working up and down it to get it nice and wet.
"He is skilled at this isn't he?" Glaucos rose from the bed and stood beside me, draping an arm casually around my shoulder and giving my nipple a tickle. Clearly enjoying the scene he started to masturbate his own cock, and I suddenly had an evil idea!
"Why don't you fuck its mouth while I break in its arse? I think a slutty little slave like this should be filled with seed from both ends at once! That way he will never forget his first time!"
"A nice idea," I heard Glaucos say when the slave suggested he should use my mouth while I was being fucked, "But I know what Heraclitus' mouth is like well enough, and I really would just rather watch for the moment."
I knew what Glaucos was doing, he was getting his own back, humiliating me by sitting watching while my slave fucked me, getting his revenge on me for all the times I'd never noticed how badly he wanted my cock in him, how blatantly he had offered me his arse and I'd been too caught up in my sense of morality to even notice.
It was nothing more than I deserved, I suppose.
"Your loss," I dragged Thelonikas up to his feet and got him on to the bed.
"On your back slave," I pushed his legs back and ran my finger over his hole. It looked so small and I couldn't believe my cock would fit inside it, and part of me even felt sorry that it would hurt him. Then I reminded myself that he hadn't really cared about the pain I felt, and I instinctively slapped his bum.
"Where's the oil slave?" I looked around the room, sure that we had some.
I allowed myself to be dragged to the bed, thrown down and my legs raised in the air to reveal my hole. I was behaving as a good slave should behave, but my mind was racing with relief, and something more than relief.
I was going to be fucked! I knew I could never have allowed that to happen, no matter how much I wanted to find out what it was like; as myself, as Thelonikas, I was far too engrossed with my sense of duty and morality to give into my body's needs and let cock inside me, but as a slave, I had no choice. And, very importantly, no sense of guilt either.
"On the chest ........." I hesitated and then submitted completely to the game I had begun, "Master."
I poured a generous amount of oil on my middle finger and, after a moments hesitation, pushed it against Thelonikas' hole. He squirmed a bit as his bum hole was slowly forced apart, and I pushed harder wanting to feel his insides.
The touch of my slave's finger on my arsehole sent shudders all the way through me. It was mind-bending in its intensity.
It feels good to shit and even wiping and washing your arse after, or in my case, having my arse washed by my slave, though it isn't exactly sexy does have hints of sexy feelings in the background.
But having a finger, an oiled finger, touch and poke at your hole is something different completely.
It tells your brain that, just like your cock, your arse is meant to be used for more than just the expulsion of body waste. Like when you first discover that your cock gets hard so it can be played with and feels wonderful when it is played with and then you find out that it's even better still when it's played with for you, so your arse screams at you that it is meant to be a way in and not just a way out when it gets touched in a way that is not intended to clean it.
'Oh, Apollo, please let me be fucked,' my mind was begging as my slave used his finger on my arsehole, and then I shuddered for real when it put its finger inside.
It's only thirteen still so its fingers are still small, and so is its cock, but that didn't matter because now that finger was inside me.
It hurt when the slave pushed it in, but, and how can I explain this? it was a wonderful hurt and it soon passed and I felt it moving inside me and now all I could think was that I wanted that finger out and cock inside me instead.