Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 19:29:59 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming A Spartan, Chapter 9

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 9

By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com

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Chapter 9

Stefan was in the room next to ours when I walked back to my room.  Jason
was sitting cross legged on one bed, his nice cock lying on his low hanging
balls.  Stefan and the guy who I assumed was Jason's mentor were sitting on
the other bed.

"Hi Luke, I'm Trevor James," said the brown haired, brown eyed young man.
He was average height, but had very broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  He
had a friendly face, but wasn't smiling.  We shook hands as I sat on the
bed with Jason.

"I just don't get some of this shit," said Jason.  "No privacy, always
being naked.  It's just weird.  Not to mention all of the guys jacking off
in the shower.  I can't believe they just did that in front of everyone."

"Well, I've been pretty open about my body my whole life, but some of it is
a surprise for me as well," I said.  "Like I told you before earlier today,
I've been used to being naked around guys since I can remember.  There were
even a couple of times when my buddy, our brothers and dads all saw each
other jerking off.  I was nervous when we did that, but we treated as
something natural, so I never gave it second thought."

"You saw you're dad stroking his cock?" asked Jason incredulously.  "I've
barely seen my dad naked.  That would just blow my mind.  He never said
anything about Sparta being like this."

"Well, my dad said he couldn't really tell us about what went on here," I
said, "but he did talk about the philosophy on pleasure and sex and said
the same thing the Headmaster did.  That we should enjoy sex whenever we
have the opportunity, as long as everyone is cool with what's going on."

"That's exactly it," added Stefan.  "The nudity is part of the tradition of
Sparta going back to ancient times.  It's part of how we honor the past and
our heritage.  Sex was looked at very differently then as well.  There is
no reason to hide the fact that you are jacking off, because there is no
shame in it.  It's something virtually every male does, so why not do it
openly and enjoy it?"

"Well, I guess jerking off is one thing, but why do they want to know if we
had sex before we got here?"  asked Jason.

"I know," I said.  I remembered that Nicolas had said Jason was going to
need some prompting.  "It was a little embarrassing admitting that I
haven't actually fucked a girl yet.  The most my girlfriend in high school
would do was to give me really shitty blow jobs."  All of the guys
chuckled.

"Yea, well, I couldn't even get mine to do that," admitted Jason.  "I just
feel like the other guys have done so much more than me in that area.  All
of my buddies just assumed that I was getting the same as they were.  I was
too embarrassed to tell them I was getting blueballed every date I went
on."

"I think most of your buddies were also telling tales as well," said
Trevor.  "If high school boys were getting as much pussy as they tell their
friends they were getting, the teen pregnancy rates would be double what
they are."  Another round of laughter went around the room.  Jason's mood
seemed like it was improving a bit.

"My dad just said to be open to whatever goes on and whatever happens," I
said.  "Don't judge things, just let them happen.  It's kind of like at the
gym this afternoon.  At first, it was kind of weird, but after we started
lifting and using the machines, it didn't even sink in that everybody was
naked."  "Your right," Jason realized.  "At first, I was really
uncomfortable, but then we just got into it.  I didn't even think about
being naked until all of the guys started stroking in the shower."

"Just remember what the Headmaster said about pleasure and acceptance,"
said Trevor.  "Your body will start to tell you things and urge you to go
places.  Let yourself go and accept it."

We heard Nicolas' voice informing us that it was time for supper.  It
struck me that we hadn't eaten in hours.  So much had happened, including a
strenuous workout, I hadn't even thought about food, but now that the topic
had come up, I realized I was hungrier than I had been in a long time.  The
dining room was spare, as expected.  Bare tables and plastic chairs that
were cold when we sat on them.  In front of each us was a small amount of
roast beef, a small amount of potatoes and gravy and some green beans.  I
figured this was just the first helping and we could go back for more once
we had wolfed this down.

"What is in front of you is the size of your servings for this meal," said
Nicolas.  "Breakfast and lunch will have similar portions.  Do all of the
men of the incoming class wish they had double the amount of what is in
front of him?"

"Yes!" we screamed.

"Do you require double rations to build your strength for what you will
face the next two weeks," asked Nicolas even louder.

"Yes!" we screamed even louder, thinking the more exuberantly we yelled,
the greater the chance of getting double what was in front of us.

"Mentors, your charges have expressed a need," Nicolas said in a much
quieter voice.  Immediately, all of the mentors picked up their plates and
moved their food to our plates.

"It pleases me and I take pride in following the Spartan Code in order to
fulfill your need," the mentors said looking directly into our eyes.

Before we could say anything, Nicolas said in a loud voice, "The rest of
the meal and evening will be in contemplative silence."  We had obviously
been set up and we knew it.  But the point had been made.  If we needed
something, our mentors would provide it if they could.  While we were all
hungry and would have otherwise practically inhaled the meal, we ate more
slowly, halfway expecting that at some point, we would be told to give what
remained on our plates back to our mentors.  That command never came.

"Leave your dishes on the tables and stop at the door on your way out,"
said Nicolas.  As we got up to leave, I caught Erik's eye.  We hadn't been
able to talk to each other all day.  We both had been exposed to a small
part of the Code, but this had a great deal more meaning because it was
with our mentors.  Our exchanged glance confirmed that he was as moved as I
was.

Stefan and I were second in line behind Jason and Trevor, so we heard and
saw what was to happen to us.  There was a table with plastic straps next
to the door.

Hold out your right hands," said Nicolas.  "The relationship of a charge
and mentor is the closest relationship you will form as an adult.  Closer
than that of your wife, should you choose to marry.  You must be
comfortable sharing all things with your mentor.  Each night for the next
two weeks, your hands will be joined for the night."  The plastic straps
were designed to function as handcuffs.  Jason had a look of dread on his
face as his wrist was joined with Trevor's.  We would obviously be sleeping
in the same small bed as our mentors.  Given how we were attached, it was
obvious we would be spooning.

It had been a long day, I had no idea what time it was, but knew a lot of
time had passed since my dad had dropped me off earlier in the day.
Looking out the window, of our room, it was already very dark out.  We
nodded goodnight to Jason and Trevor and entered our room.  Stefan pulled
the sheet and blanket back from the bed and motioned that we should get in.
Since we still weren't supposed to talk, it was a bit awkward, but soon, we
were both in the bed, me in front of him.

It struck me that I had never shared a bed with anyone before.  Though Erik
and I were often in bed when we engaged in sexual play, we always had our
own beds or sleeping bags and went back to them after we had cum.  With
Mia, it was always something we snuck in while our parents were gone, but
never a long leisurely encounter followed by a night of cuddling in the
glow of the timid sex acts we had engaged in.

I was facing the wall, Stefan slid his left arm under my neck so it formed
somewhat of a pillow.  His right hand rested on my hip.  The beds were
barely big enough for one, so Stefan and I lay so that our bodies touched
from his chest down to our feet.  I could feel his soft cock nestled in my
ass.  His warm breath on my neck was both arousing and comforting.  I
sighed and slightly pushed my ass against his dick.  I could feel it start
to respond.  Stefan's hand started to play with my cock.

The day had been long and eventful and rapidly caught up with me.  The last
thing I remember was Stefan playing with my still limp dick and him slowly
pumping his hardening cock against the crack of my ass.

"Up and outside of your rooms!" yelled Nicolas.  His voice startled me out
of a deep sleep.  I could feel Stefan's hard cock planted in the crack of
my ass and his hand on my now hard cock.  We both began moving, standing up
and drowsily moving toward the door to our room.

"Out of your rooms!" repeated Nicolas.  "You are reacting too slowly!
Move!"

Eyes still adjusting to the light, we quickly got into the hall.  The doors
to rooms were staggered, so we could see most of the buys on our wing of
the dorm.  If you take 18 and 20 year old guys out of bed immediately after
they wake up, one thing will be in evidence on all of them.  As I gazed
down the hall, everyone had at least a mild hard on.

"I think your body is telling your mind something Jason," Nicolas said
quietly as he walked by him.  I looked over and Jason's dick as standing
rock hard.  It was a nice looking member, about the same size as mine.
Thinking back, I had come twice the day before and was still sporting wood,
but Jason likely had not had an orgasm.  No wonder he was hard.

"Use the restroom and then report for breakfast.  And please wait until
your morning hard ons go down a bit, impressive as they are, some of you
have enough problem aiming when your dicks are soft, I have no faith in
your ability to hit the target while you are trying to piss straight in the
air and expecting it to land in the bowl," joked Nicolas.  "Right Justin,"
he said as he gave Justin's cock a playful stroke.  Justin was one of the
two black freshmen at Sparta that year.  His cock was cut, hard and a
little longer than mine, but was definitely thicker.  Justin would fill up
whatever hole it put his dick in for sure.  Some of the guys started
mumbling things to each other.

"Maintain silence until breakfast is over and the Headmaster's address is
complete," said Nicolas.

As we started to actually wake up, our cocks were slowly going down a bit.
Everyone's except Jason's.  His was still pointing straight at the ceiling.

As we got to the bathroom, we realized that having our hands cuffed
together was going to present a bit of a problem in taking a leak.  I was
slightly ahead of Stefan, so I stepped up to the urinal and he stood
directly behind me.

Before, I realized it, Stefan had grabbed my dick and pointed it toward the
urinal.  As my flow subsided, Stefan shook my cook many more than the three
times after which it becomes playing with it.  We traded places and I
returned the favor.  As I glanced up and down the rows, I could see that
some of the pairs were holding each other's cocks just as we were.  Next to
us, Jason's dick had finally gone down enough for him to release his
morning piss.  Trevor was holding Jason's still slightly hard cock.  Trevor
caught my eye and winked as he slowly shook Jason's dick, which was
beginning to get hard again.

As we walked handcuffed to each other toward the dining room, I could feel
my body telling me that I had worked out harder than ever before.  I was
unexpectedly sore over most of my body.  Yesterday's workout had been long
and strenuous and I was feeling it.

As we entered, Nicolas was standing with a knife and cut the strips binding
us together.  Breakfast was again laid out for us and appeared to be the
same meager ration as the night before.  As we sat down across from our
mentors, they, in unison, scraped their eggs, bacon and hash browns onto
our plates.

"As you recall," explained Nicolas.  "Last night when I said that this
would be ration size for the near term, all of you responded that you would
need double that amount.  Your mentors have and will continue to fulfill
that need.  And yes, that means they will continue to go without food."

Even if we had not been told to remain silent, my classmates and I would
have been struck dumb.  We knew they were as hungry as we were, but this
would be the second meal they had missed.  Breakfast was finished quickly
and we headed outside.

As we assembled on the lawn, it was a cool enough to notice that we were
naked and lacked any clothing for warmth.  I wondered how long into the
fall we would gather here in the morning.  Without talking, our mentors had
us lined up in the right order.  The Headmaster appeared at the front of
the group and began to address us.

"Well, men, yesterday was a good introduction to Sparta.  You experienced
the development of trust in our shaving exercise, you worked together to
further develop your bodies, you know that you should always answer any
question truthfully, and lastly you have experienced the benefits of a
mentor who would provide for you when you state a need.  Do not feel badly
for the gift you have been given.  Your mentor has given it gladly and
freely.  To refuse it would be to dishonor him.  To apologize for asking
would dishonor him.  You must thank him for his gift and promise to be of
service when and how you can."

"Some of you have quickly become accustomed to the openness of Sparta in
regards to the body, its functions, and what we have done and will do in
regards to pleasure.  Every Spartan man you meet has a body to be proud of
and is proud of the pleasure he seeks, enjoys, and attains.  The concepts
of monogamy, heterosexual, homosexual and bisexual are inventions of the
last several centuries.  They have been created to try to enforce order on
a society that could not otherwise control itself.  Men of Sparta learn
self control as a means of survival, so consequently do not need these
rules that have been taught to us as being "natural" and "historic", but
which are actually neither.  In Sparta, men had sex with multiple men and
women, and even young boys.  Because we believe all parties must be able to
consent to the act, we do not engage in the practice of sexual activity
until the people involved are of age, but that is the only change.

"Our philosophy returns us to our true nature, which generally means that
sexual activity among adults of any sex is pleasurable and desirable.  We
may be attracted more to one sex from an emotional standpoint and we may
enjoy the physical aspects with one sex more than another.  We accept
wherever you are on that continuum.  Being young men in the height of their
sexual prowess, you will likely find that you prefer whatever happens to be
in front of you at the time,' he said.

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd.

"Now, we will repeat the Spartan oaths," concluded the Headmaster.  Our
mentors stood behind us and repeated the words they spoke the day before.
Feeling Stefan's hand on my shoulder and knowing that he would go hungry
for two days in order to follow his oath, the words carried greater meaning
than they had the night before.  The feelings were just as strong as we
were on our knees looking at our mentors.  I knew there would be something
big I would have to do to show my gratitude.

"Go into the gym," said Nicolas when the oaths were finished.  "You will
find mats in the room.  Charges, lay on stomachs when you get into the
room.  At this point, you may speak freely."

As we walked toward the gym, a number of the pairs walked with an arm
around each other's shoulders.  I knew each time I repeated the oath, I
would grow closer to Stefan.  We were one of the pairs with an arm on each
other.  I felt so comfortable.

We happened to be next to Erik and his mentor.  It seemed like much more
than a day had passed since Erik and I had arrived.  He introduced me to
his mentor, Bret Simons and I introduced him to Stefan.  Bret was Erik's
height and build.  He also had wavy dark hair.  They almost could have been
brothers.  I could tell by the smile on his face that Erik was feeling as
good about Sparta as I was.  Our dads had been exactly right, this was
going to be a great experience.  We exchanged small talk during the short
walk to the gym.  Bret lived in Southern California.  His dad was a partner
with some other Spartans in import/export business.  He had an older
brother who graduated last year.

In the gym, there were mats laid out on what we would come to find out was
a multipurpose room.  By each mat there was a bottle of oil, shaving cream,
a razor, and bowl of water.  As soon as I was lying on my stomach, Stefan
was straddling me.  Using the oil, he began massaging my very sore back
muscles and shoulders.  His technique was very similar to the rub down I
had received from Mr. Mauer.

"Remember what your mentors are doing and how they are doing it," said Ian.
"As soon as they are done giving you a massage, you will be returning the
favor."  I felt Stefan's fingers dig into the muscles in my back, causing
them to release and let go of the tension.  It was a great feeling.  The
massage itself was feeling so good, it was a while before I noticed
Stefan's dick sliding up and down my ass.  It added to the sensation.  I
tried to remember the way he was using his fingers, how he applied pressure
in certain way.

He followed the same order that Erik's dad had done.  When he reached my
thighs, his fingers were bushing against my balls with casual ease.  Though
I could no longer feel his hardening cock on my ass, the sensations caused
by his fingers brushing slightly on my nut sack were making me hard.
Almost as if on cue, the mentors told us to roll over.  My cock was
definitely hard and Stefan straddled my mid section to work on my chest.  I
wanted to reach up and play with his nipples as he massaged my chest, but I
knew my role was to be the recipient at this point.

"The oil being used is a combination of things," said Nicolas.  "It is both
a sunscreen and moisturizing lubricant.  Thankfully, it is also tasteless
and odorless.  As they continue the massage, the mentors will ensure that
the oil is rubbed into your entire body, as we will be spending a good deal
of time today outside."

I looked to my right and saw Erik and Bret.  Erik's dick was very hard as
he lay under Bret's taught body.  I glanced to my left and saw that Jason's
cock was also very hard.  Whereas Erik's face was that of contentment,
Jason looked a bit conflicted, like he wanted to enjoy what was going, but
couldn't quite let himself give in to the sensation.  As I continued to
watch them, it seemed that Trevor was rubbing his ass up and down on
Jason's pulsing cock more than he needed to.  Seeing it hard, Jason's cock
was impressive.  I noticed again how he still had his foreskin and was
reminded that the dick of my mentor was also uncut.  I returned my gaze to
Stefan and looked down my chest to see his hard dick.  I so hoped he would
bring it up and slip it into my mouth, but he was intent on finishing the
task at hand.  Stefan got a fresh squirt of oil and began rubbing it on my
dick and balls.  It felt great.  There were a few extra strokes and I was
expecting that Stefan was going to make me cum, whether it be with this
hand or mouth.  For a minute I had a quick fantasy that he would take me up
his ass.

Unexpectedly, the mentors got off each of their charges indicating it was
time to switch.  As they got on their stomachs and we were now straddling
them, I could see that virtually all of the charges had hard ons.

"This massage is part of how you will show gratitude to your mentors," said
Nicolas.  "You will massage them for twice as long as they have worked on
you.  It will always be this way.  Whatever pleasure they have given you,
you must return it more generously."

"Get a good amount of oil on your hands," said Ian.  "Now, start on the
shoulders, concentrate on not just rubbing, but feeling where the tightness
and tension is in your mentor's body.  Get in touch with their form."  What
followed was a quick tutorial on muscles and how to get them to relax.  So
this is where Erik's dad had learned his technique.  It was apparent, that
mutual massage was part of the Spartan tradition going back at least a
generation.  Ian and Nicolas were walking around the room giving people
hints on how to improve what they were doing.

Ian stopped by Jason, who was trying not to have his hard cock slide
against Trevor's ass.  I could see a drip of pre-cum leaking from the tip
of Jason's very stiff dick.  Ian slid Jason's body further back so he was
directly over his mentor's ass.  More position adjustments were made and
instructions given, all of which had the opposite effect of what Jason was
initially hoping.  Ian was ensuring that Jason's now very lubricated cock
was repeatedly sliding up and down his mentor's ass crack.  There was no
danger in his dick actually entering Trevor, but he was fucking his crack
with smooth motions as he delivered the massage.

"That's it, use your power of your body," said Ian, as he coached Jason.
Ian actually, was guiding Jason's body back and forth over Trevor's ass.

"But I'm gonna......" was all I heard Jason whisper before his dick erupted
in several jets of cum.  As Jason was recovering from his intense orgasm,
Ian knelt down and whispered, "Happens all the time, dude, just keep on
giving the massage." And he used a towel he was holding to clean off
Trevor's back and Jason's cock.  At the touch of the instructor, Jason
flinched a bit, likely from still being very sensitive to the touch as well
as the surprise that Ian had so casually took his softening cock in his
hands and gently wiped it clean.

While the scene next to me was hot to watch, I wasn't that close to
cumming, although my cock was still plenty hard.  At that point, Nicolas
said it was time for the front side.  Everyone switched and we began again.
As they switched positions, I heard Trevor whisper to Jason, "That was hot
dude."

Nicolas instructed us on the muscles on the front side of the body and how
to properly massage them.  Stefan's nipples were hard, but they were not as
big as mine got when excited.

I was looking forward to applying the lotion to Stefan's genitals.  I
wanted to hold and examine his cock up close.  He was still hard when I
started to apply the lotion.  I used both of my hands while rubbing to
ensure that he was very well oiled.  I was enjoying the feel of his nice
dick in my hands.  I was fascinated by the foreskin as I stroked it up and
down.  His cock was about the same size as mine, but not quite as thick.  I
was stroking him in a smooth steady rhythm.  I started to lower my head to
it, but Stefan shook his head no.  I looked around and no one was giving
their mentors a blow job, but many were openly massaging the hard cocks
sticking up from the hard bodied young men lying on the floor, including
Jason.

"Okay, massage time is over," said Nicolas.  "It's time to shave.  Charges,
lather up your mentor's genitals and shave them smooth from above their
cocks down to their ass.  You will also be shaving their faces."

While I was looking forward to being able to play with Stefan's dick and
balls, I was very nervous about using a razor on someone, especially in
that area.  Even though we had a regular multi-blade razor, as opposed to a
straight edge, all of the charges were a bit hesitant to start our task.  I
decided to start with the hair above Stefan's dick.

I started to shave him, moving his still very hard dick around as I shaved
the hair.  I glanced at Jason and saw that while he was handling Trevor's
cock, he was very tentative in terms of both the shaving and touching
another guy's cock.

Stefan's nut sack had contracted a bit, so there wasn't a lot of extra skin
that needed to be dealt with.  I was very much enjoying the feel of
Stefan's balls in my hand.  As I shaved them, I softly caressed them as
well, prompting some soft moans from Stefan.  Soon, I had completed my task
and took a towel and wiped the remains of the shaving cream off Stefan's
cock and balls.  As he sat up, I applied the shaving cream to his face.

Shaving his face was much easier than shaving his genitals, but not as much
fun.  When the task was completed by everyone, Nicolas spoke again.

"Return to your rooms, get in your running shoes and jocks and meet on the
lawn in front of your dorms."  Apparently, Jason was the only one who would
have an orgasm during the massage and shave.  It seemed odd that virtually
all of us were walking out with hard dicks that were begging for relief.

"I'm so sorry," said Jason to Trevor as we were walking out.  "It's just
that I hadn't cum in three days, and when-"

"Haven't you been listening?" Trevor cut him off.  "Never apologize for
what your body is telling you.  Your body obviously needed the release.
It's all cool."  And with that Trevor put his arm around Jason's shoulder
as they walked to the room.  Stefan and I exchanged an understanding wink.