Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2019 14:46:11 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ekdysian Festival PART 2

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THE EKDYSIAN FESTIVAL

A PUBERTY INITIATION RITE FROM ANTIQUITY

PART TWO

It had all happened rather quickly for thirteen-year-old Aranare. That
morning he had been a boy, living with his family, playing with his friends
and enjoying a carefree childhood. By the evening he was considered a man,
plucked from his happy-go-lucky world and thrust into a multitude of
seemingly unruly teenagers.

There were dozens of them, joking with each other, chatting about this and
that, teasing and name-calling, pushing and shoving. Aranare was relieved
when Kikeru took him to one side.

   "Sorry it's so noisy," Kikeru said over the hubbub, "The guys always get
excited on Ekdysian day. Follow me."

He led Aranare down a corridor away from the noise and then they entered a
small chamber. There were three people there already, a man and two other
teens.

   "Let me introduce you," said Kikeru, "This is Mikos."

Aranare bowed graciously to the man as was the custom. Mikos was a man in
his thirties and Aranare guessed from his physique that he was a warrior.

   "Greetings, Aranare," Mikos smiled, instantly putting Aranare at ease,
"I am to be your philetor."

A 'philetor' was a boy's teacher and guide, training him in the skills of
warfare and instructing him in the new adult world he found himself in. He
also served a very particular function as the boy's lover. This might
involve sexual activity – that was always at the discretion of the
'philetor' – or could be regarded as a platonic relationship. Whatever
the case, the lives of the man and his boy would be interwoven for the next
few years until the boy was suitable for marriage.

Kikeru then introduced the two teens. "This is Rusa, he's fifteen like me."

Unlike most of the boys with their olive complexion and dark hair, Rusa was
fair-skinned and blond. His father was a Cretan but his mother had come
from a far northern place and Rusa had inherited her lighter appearance.

   "And this is Bansabira," said Kikeru.

   "Hello, shrimp!" teased Bansabira, stepping forward to greet Aranare.

   "He's not a shrimp!" Kikeru said, "He has a name. Say 'hello', Aranare."

   "Hello," said Aranare, timidly.

   "Well, lads," said Mikos, "There's no time to waste, you have until
nightfall to leave the city so you had best get a move on."

Aranare had been told the procedure many times before. After the Ekdysian
ceremony, the initiate had to spend two months away from the city. It was
considered as a purging of all his childish ways so that when he returned
to Knossos he would become a fully-fledged member of the 'andreion', the
mess hall that was the reserved exclusively for the military
cadets. Although the place of his sojourn had to be remote he did not have
to undergo weeks in isolation. He would be partnered by a boy from the
'andreion' and assisted by two other cadets. Aranare now realised that
Kikeru was to be his partner for the adventure while Rusa and Bansabira
would be their for extra company.

   "Farewell," said Mikos as the boys left the chamber, "I trust you will
all use this time wisely."

In no time, the boys had gathered a few items for the journey. They had
bows and arrows, knives and spears which were primarily for hunting but
would also be necessary in the event of meeting wild animals or possibly
even outlaws. They took as much bread as they could carry, along with
goatskins of wine and oil. They would have to live off the land for the
next few weeks but it always helped to have a good start. Apart from
sandals on their feet and loincloths about their middle, they each took a
cloak. The Mediterranean climate was hospitable but it could be chilly at
night, especially when sleeping under the stars as they would be.

They left Knossos by the western gate and the city was soon in the distance
behind them as they headed towards the forests and hills inland. It was
dusk now and they hurried on, hoping to cover a few miles before it became
too dark. The four teens chatted away. Although three of them were already
good friends, they knew little about Aranare and they were keen to find out
more. How old was he? In which part of the city did he live? What were his
past-times? Which military skills was he good at? Aranare answered and was
soon made to feel at ease with his new companions.

   "Who was your mentor?" asked Kikeru.

   "It was Glaukos," Aranare replied, "Why? Do you know him?"

   "Of course I do," Kikeru answered, "I was at the same gymnasium as you
were. I don't suppose you remember me but I certainly remember you. There
was one occasion when we wrestled and you took me down with such a thump!"

   "Really?" said Aranare, surprised.

   "Yes, it nearly broke my arm! You were a great little wrestler!"

   "I still am!"

   "We'll see. I'm sure there'll be plenty of occasions in future to
grapple one another."

   "Is that a challenge?"

   "You bet! Anyhow, how is Glaukos these days? Still up to his dirty old
tricks?"

   "He's a good teacher," said Aranare, "I've been told he's one of the
best in the whole of Knossos."

   "One of the best, maybe, but he's a wicked old devil, that's for sure!"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Did he do the spunk test on you? I bet he did?" Kikeru laughed.

   "Spunk test?"

   "Did he call you into his room for a private chat?"

Aranare was unlikely to have forgotten that! Glaukos had made the boy strip
naked and then masturbated him.

   "Yeah," Aranare nodded.

   "He does that to every boy he can get his hands on! He did it to me and
he did it to plenty of the other cadets. He's probably wanked off hundreds
of boys over the years!"

   "But he told it was a requirement for the initiation," said Aranare in
astonishment.

   "Bollocks! He says that to each and every one of them...and they believe
it! He just a dirty fucking pervert!"

   "What on old bastard!" said Aranare. His indignation didn't last long
though and he soon burst out laughing, joining Kikeru's chuckles.

   "Good on him, I say," said Kikeru, "If he gets his kicks from tugging
little boys dicks then let him get on with it."

   "Yeah," agreed Aranare, "And having someone else wanking me off was a
treat!"

Their laughter was interrupted by Bansabira, who had been walking ahead of
them with Rusa.

   "Hey, we've arrived."

They were at a place called Anemospilia. The settlement had been abandoned
around a century before following a devastating earthquake and all that
remained were the remnants of a stone temple. It was a good site for their
temporary home. The walls provided a degree of shelter and there was a
stream nearby. The lit a fire and then ate some of their supply of bread,
dipped in olive oil. A goatskin of wine was passed between them. It was
dark by now and they huddled near the fire they had lit. The events of the
day had been overwhelming for Aranare and he was exhausted. In minutes he
had fallen asleep, leaving the older teens to chatter into the night.

...

The four boys woke with the dawn. It was chilly and Rusa poked at the
embers of the fire, stoking it with fuel until it burned once more.

   "What are we going to do today?" asked Bansabira.

   "Don't say you're bored already!" Kikeru chided, "We're here for a few
weeks so best you get used to it."

   "I think a day's hunting would be a good start," Rusa suggested, "If we
go up the mountain a little way we're sure to find some kri-kri asking to
be eaten!" He was referring to the feral goats that clambered amongst the
cliffs and rocks.

   "That sounds fun," said Aranare. His only experience of hunting had been
rabbiting on the outskirts of Knossos so the idea of stalking a much larger
beast was exciting.

Meanwhile, Kikeru took a small effigy from his knapsack. It was carved in
the form of a woman and represented the mother goddess, the Minoans
principal deity. He placed it conspicuously on a boulder and the four of
them gathered round. They offered their prayers silently, Aranare asking
the goddess to protect him and to look after his family at home. The brief
observance complete, Kikeru spoke.

   "I'm going down to the stream to freshen up. Are you coming, Aranare?"

   "Sure," said Aranare and the two of them headed off through the trees
together leaving Rusa and Bansabira munching on a meagre breakfast of
bread.

Aranare and Kikeru soon reached the brook, its sparkling water cascading
through a small wooded valley. They threw off their loincloths and stepped
into the cold water. It wasn't deep enough to swim, only reaching their
knees, but it was clean to drink and refreshing to bathe. It was the first
time they had seen one another naked. Aranare was jealous of Kikeru's
bigger organ and the small bush of pubic hair that formed a neat triangle
above. Kikeru also had sizeable testicles that filled a hanging scrotum
that had some straggling hairs.

   "Like what you see?" grinned Kikeru.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I could see you having a good look at my dick, so..."

   "I was just comparing, that's all. Yours is so big!"

   "There's plenty of time for that," said Kikeru, suddenly grasping
Aranare's little package, "Besides, you have a lovely dick. It will soon be
as big as mine, if not bigger!"

Aranare felt his cock hardening in Kikeru's hand but a shout from nearby
prevented them from taking anything further. It was Rusa calling.

   "Hey, you two, hurry up!"

Aranare followed Kikeru out of the cold water of the stream and they
retrieved their loincloths which had been left on a large boulder. They
knotted the flimsy garments around themselves, Aranare tucking his
half-hard organ under the fabric and out of sight, and then returned to the
campsite.

Bansabira and Rusa were anxious to begin hunting. The bread was not going
to last forever and the thought of a meal of tasty goat urged them on. They
left their belongings, taking with them their simple bows, some arrows and
a knife, and all four of them began the steep climb up the mountainside.

...

The boys spent the day hunting and returned to the camp in the afternoon
with a butchered kri-kri slung under a pole. They feasted together and then
lazed in the afternoon sun with full bellies, chatting away.

   "Is it time?" asked Kikeru, enigmatically.

   "Yes, I think it is," Bansabira responded.

   "Time?" asked a rather puzzled Aranare, "Time for what?"

   "We have a surprise for you," Rusa explained, "It's part of your
initiation."

   "That sounds ominous," Aranare said, "Will I like it?"

Before his question was answered the three other boys set upon him. It
wasn't a violent assault, as they were laughing as they held him down.

   "What's happening? Get off!" Aranare said, struggling to free himself.

Rusa fetched some ropes – the same ones that had earlier bound the
unfortunate goat – as the others pulled the wriggling youngster to his
feet. There was an old archway nearby, part of the long-abandoned temple,
and they dragged Aranare over to it. They scuffled but Aranare was
hopelessly outmatched. He soon found one arm then the other bound to the
top of the arch. He could only squirm about in an effort to free himself,
kicking his legs at the boys.

   "Hey, this isn't fair!" he moaned, "Three against one!"

   "It's just a bit of fun," Kikeru explained, "Keep still!"

Bansabira grabbed Aranare's legs, holding them tightly until Rusa had
securely bound them. Poor Aranare now found himself spread-eagled, bound
and hanging there at the whim of his three companions. Struggling was
useless but he pulled and wriggled all the same. The three others sat down
a short distance away and shared some wine as they giggled at Aranare's
predicament.

   "How long are you going to leave me here?" he complained.

   "Until you stop jiggling about!" Rusa laughed.

   "You bastards!" Aranare spat, "I'll get you back."

   "Get used to it," Bansabira said, "It's all part of the initiation,
we've all been through it."

   "Well it's stupid. Untie me!" said Aranare, hopelessly tugging the
ropes.

Rusa stood up. "A soldier needs courage. If you hope to be a soldier one
day then you must learn that lesson."

   "This is going to be a test of your courage," Bansabira added. He was
holding a thin stick which he had fashioned from some willow that morning
when Aranare was down at the stream.

   "I have my special 'Melissa' here," Bansabira said, showing Aranare the
stick [the 'Mellisae' were the bee priestesses of the Minoans – honey
was a much-valued product], "And she can sting like an angry bee!"

   "You wouldn't dare!" challenged Aranare.

   "He's a ballsy fellow!" Kikeru said. He then went over to Aranare and
unfastened his loincloth. He threw it to one side leaving the
thirteen-year-old completely naked.

   "He may be ballsy," said Rusa, "But does he have the courage to undergo
this test?"

   "Begin!" Kikeru declared.

Bansabira lifted the stick and brought it down with a crack on Aranare's
buttocks, eliciting a yelp from the boy, and then followed it with two more
sharp blows. Aranare cried out in pain and wriggled helplessly in the bonds
that secured him.

   "You need to take this bravely," said Kikeru, "A soldier would not cry
out so."

   "Only a little boy would whimper like that!" Rusa sneered, "Give me the
rod."

Bansabira handed Rusa the willow and he set about Aranare, issuing three
more blows on his rear. The red stripes on his pale skin marked his
discomfort. For his part, Aranare tried his best not to call out despite
the stinging pain.

   "Well done," commended Kikeru, "Perhaps you are brave after all."

   "Your turn," said Rusa, handing the rod to Kikeru.

Kikeru didn't want to hurt the boy any more than was necessary but he had
to follow the procedure all the same. He delivered his three blows but
Aranare remained defiant. The swish of the willow made his young bottom
jerk but he kept his lips closed.

Bansabira stepped forward, standing in front of the naked captive. "Well
done, Aranare, you've done well!" he said. Then he turned to Rusa, "Come
on, let's go. We're not welcome for the next part of the initiation." With
that, Rusa and Bansabira disappeared, moving off down the slope and into
the woods below, leaving Kikeru alone with the young boy.

   "Will you release me now?" asked Aranare, desperate to find some way of
soothing his stinging rump, "My arse really hurts!"

   "Let me fetch some salve," said Kikeru. He returned to their make-shift
camp and rifled through a small bag containing various bits and pieces that
might prove useful. He found a small lekythos, a pottery flask, which
contained an ointment of various medicinal herbs. He returned to where
Aranare was still suspended and poured some of the thick, creamy liquid
onto the palm of his hand.

   "Here, this will help," he explained.

   "Can't I do it by myself?" Aranare complained.

   "No, I'll do it," Kikeru insisted, "It'll be better this way."

Kikeru smeared the salve onto Aranare's buttocks, traced with the red marks
of his flogging. The boy winced but appreciated the cooling effect of the
mixture as Kikeru's hands began to gently massage his rear.

   "Is that better?" said Kikeru.

   "Yes, a bit."

   "Let it work its way in. It'll soothe your bum and help the skin to
heal."

The motion of Kikeru's hands on Aranare began to have a new, unexpected
effect on the boy. Aranare enjoyed the attention and the sensation of
Kikeru's delicate strokes excited him. He realised that his prick was
stiffening.

   "You're enjoying it now, aren't you?" Kikeru laughed, noticing Aranare's
half-hard boycock.

   "I can't help it," Aranare replied, "It's the way you fingers
are...Ooh!"

The gasp was because Kikeru had run one of his slippery fingers right down
the crack of the thirteen-year-old's rump. Kikeru, who had been kneeling
behind Aranare, shuffled himself to the boy's front. Without saying
anything, he took hold of Aranare's cock, coaxing it with his greasy
fingers to its full three-and-a-half inch hardness.

   "Oh, that feels good," Aranare sighed as his friend began to wank
him. He looked down at Kikeru who slipped off his own loincloth letting his
cock bounce free. It was a plump five inches and, to Aranare's eyes anyway,
looked enormous. He wanted so much to touch it but couldn't. He felt
powerless and, for the first time, was getting turned on by Kikeru's
dominance over him.

Kikeru took the boy's little cock between his lips, savouring the taste of
the boy. Aranare gasped as Kikeru easily took the full length in his
mouth. He worked on the youngster's cock, sliding it in and out of his
mouth, licking along the underside, kissing the glans and flicking his
tongue across the piss slit.

Aranare squirmed with delight, feeling the first signs of his orgasm.

   "I'm gonna spunk any moment," he muttered.

Kikeru stopped sucking just long enough to say, "Come on, give me your
sweet juice. Let me taste it!" before resuming the blowjob.

Aranare couldn't believe what he had heard but, if that was what Kikeru
wanted, he was not going to disappoint him. An intense pleasure washed over
the boy as he emitted his sweet boyjuice. There were only a few droplets
but it was enough for Kikeru to taste and greedily swallow.

Kikeru had been wanking himself throughout this and, having licked the last
of Aranare's boycum, he quickly stood in front of the boy. Seconds later,
his cock spurted ropey strings of cum onto Aranare's belly. The semen
glistened as it trickled down Aranare's smooth skin and on to the delicate
first hairs that decorated the base of his boycock. Aranare gazed at the
dribbles of Kikeru's semen, feeling the warmth of the boy's hot
fluid. Kikeru, meanwhile, squeezed his foreskin so that the last drops
oozed onto his fingers. Then, rather unceremoniously – and with more
than a hint of mischief – he flicked his fingers at Aranare, hitting the
boy's face with the sticky residue.

   "You bastard!" Aranare said. Then they both began to laugh.

   "I had better untie you," Kikeru said after a moment, "The others will
be back in a bit and I'm sure you don't want them to find you covered in my
spunk!"

...

The marks on Aranare's rump took several days to heal but he didn't resent
the others for their treatment of him. He had received numerous beatings
over the years, they were the standard punishment for lazy schoolboys or
disobedient sons, and he could expect many more as his military training
began. Being tied up had been a new experience but in hindsight he found he
had rather enjoyed the humiliation of it all.

The teenagers spent the next few days hunting and honing their fighting
skills. When they weren't doing that there was plenty of time for just
lounging about in the sunshine. Bansabira had travelled to a farmstead
nearby where he was made welcome, returning with new supplies for the four
of them.

Most days, Rusa and Bansabira would disappear for an hour or so. Their
usual excuses were that they were fetching fresh water or perhaps stalking
a hare. Kikeru and Aranare invariably used these times for sex. Kikeru
would usually suck Aranare's cock, sometimes until the younger boy spurted
his salty boycum for Kikeru to savour, or else they would simply engage in
mutual masturbation.

   "Why do the others go off on their own such a lot?" asked Aranare one
afternoon as the two of them were wiping up the jism they had just produced
together.

   "I dunno," Kikeru replied, "It is a bit odd though."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, they say they're off hunting and yet they never bring anything
back."

   "Yes, I've noticed that, too," said Aranare.

   "Let's follow them tomorrow," suggested Kikeru.

...

The next day, sure enough, Rusa announced that he and Bansabira were
leaving the campsite.

   "We'll be back soon," he said, "We think we know where to find some
plump partridge for our supper."

Aranare and Kikeru waited until the others had disappeared and then set off
in pursuit. They soon caught up with them, keeping their distance and using
the trees as cover. Aranare thought it was great fun.

After several minutes, Rusa and Bansabira arrived at a rocky
outcrop. Kikeru and Aranare watched as they scrambled down a slope and out
of sight.

   "Where did they go?" asked Aranare.

   "Let's clamber up to that ridge," Kikeru said, "We'll have a better view
from there.

It was a steep climb but the fit teenagers took it in their stride, scaling
the rocks with ease. They could see a long distance from the top but their
eyes were more interested in what was below them. Where were Rusa and
Bansabira?

   "There they are!" said Kikeru, spotting the boys, "Keep down!"

From their vantage point they had a clear view of their friends who were
standing among some large boulders.

   "What are they doing?" Aranare whispered.

   "I know exactly what they're doing," Kikeru said, "Watch!"

Rusa and Bansabira had loosened their loincloths and now stood naked in
front of one another. They were both erect and holding one another's
cock. Rusa's prick was similar to Kikeru's, thought Aranare, maybe not
quite as long but a little thicker in girth. Bansabira, on the other hand,
sported a man-size cock. It was the biggest one that Aranare had ever seen
and was surrounded by a thick bush of pubes.

   "They're wanking!" said Aranare.

   "If I know Bansabira, that's not all that's happening," Kikeru replied.

   "What do you mean?"

Rusa had turned around and was lying against one of the huge
boulders. Bansabira was opening a small vessel of some sort.

   "What's he got there?" Aranare asked.

   "It's some grease, Bansabira is going to fuck Rusa up the arse!"

   "Up the...? What?"

   "Keep your voice down or they'll hear us. Now watch!"

   Bansabira took a fingerful of the greasy unguent and smeared it onto
Rusa's hole. Rusa pushed his bottom upwards and held his buttocks apart
with his hands, allowing Bansabira to push a finger inside. He moved it in
and out a few times before coating his own heavy cock with the
mixture. Placing the head of his cock against Rusa's ring, Aranare watched
as the older boy slowly pushed the shaft into Rusa. Rusa looked up the sky,
gasping, and Aranare had to duck down out of sight.

   "Did he see us?" Aranare asked.

   "No, he's got other things on his mind!"

When they looked again, Bansabira was deep inside Rusa, making long, slow
thrusts. Aranare was amazed that something so large could fit into
somewhere so small and tight but Rusa was obviously relishing every
shove. Aranare realised he was stiff himself and then he noticed that
Kikeru was playing with his own cock.

   "Have you ever been fucked, Kikeru?"

   "Yeah, loads of times. You'll need to get used to it as well. Mikos will
certainly fuck you regularly when you're his student."

   "Does it hurt?"

   "Maybe a bit to start with," Kikeru explained, now wanking himself
openly in front of Aranare.

   "How old were you when you were first fucked?"

   "I was eight," Kikeru replied, "It was my uncle! He came to visit us one
time and raped me."

   "That must have been awful."

   "It wasn't nice, that's for sure, but after he had done it a few times I
began to enjoy it more. Mind you, I much prefer fucking other boys rather
than being fucked!"

They watched Rusa and Bansabira again. The older boy was sliding his shaft
rapidly in and out of Rusa's chute and both boys were moaning.

   "Is he gonna shoot his spunk in Rusa?" Aranare asked.

   "Yes, he loves that bit the best."

   "How do you know that?"

   "Because he's fucked me, obviously!"

   "By the gods!"

   "The first time was during my own initiation. We haven't done it very
much but now and then he likes nothing better than screwing me hard!"

   "Hey, I think Bansabira's about to spunk!" said Aranare.

Sure enough, Bansabira was bucking and thrusting, pushing all of his seven
inches deep inside Rusa. He suddenly stopped and, judging by the way he
shuddered, Aranare knew his spunk was pulsing inside Rusa's guts.

In the excitement of their voyeuristic treat, both Kikeru and Aranare also
ejaculated, their droplets of milky boycum spattering onto the grass. Once
they had recovered they glanced over the edge of the rocks down at the boys
below. Rusa had just cum, having wanked himself until his cock spat thin
ropes of semen.

* * * * *


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