Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 13:35:51 -0000
From: Trefor Heywood <cleftref@btinternet.com>
Subject: THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART THREE

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real and are entirely
fictional.  Nobody was harmed in the writing or conception of this story.
This is a story of pure fiction made for the pleasures of English
literature and sexual enjoyment.  This story contains sexual encounters
with boys below the age of consent in our society but not in theirs and it
is not intended to encourage any illegal activity.  It challenges many of
the usual social and religious conventions but hopefully makes you think.
If you are not allowed to read this type of material, or if you will be
offended by it, please leave now.  Otherwise please take this in the sense
it was written and enjoy.

The author welcomes any comments or correspondence at
cleftref@btinternet.com .

My thanks to all those who wrote to me about Parts One and Two.



THE WRITINGS OF PHALLIOS PART THREE


I, Phallios, High Priest of the Temple of Priapus on the island of
Erotikos, continue my story.

Less time has elapsed since my previous record which is probably just as
well as it enables the stream of memory be fresher and stronger.  I have a
rare full day of leisure so have forbidden assistants to enter my chamber
save to serve me food and drink but only when I call them to do so.

I have described so far something of our history and our customs and have
recounted the tale of my first stirring when my little penis became Phallus
and my first dry cum experience and the vision that accompanied it.

>From that day I was welcomed into the society not only of my peers but
also of men and was transferred into a class of boys who had felt the
stirring of Priapus also.

Such boys were ready for the next stage of their training and initiation
which was a mixture of both schooling and increased bonding with our
fathers.  So much is learnt in the home in terms of experience rather than
in the schoolroom and so it was to prove.

I remember my first day at school.  Besides having received the stirring of
Priapus I also felt proud that I was now ready to be taught and cease the
merely childish games with which I had filled much of my days.  Now I felt
ready to learn more about the world both in mind and body and to satisfy my
increasing curiosity about many things.  I had often asked my father about
some of them given that he was a teacher, but he had smiled and counselled
patience, that all would be answered in due time.

But after the stirring he told me that I was now ready to begin.  Although
he had had the stirring earlier, Pratos had missed the previous year as it
had already commenced so we would be attending together, We both felt sorry
for Kyrenos as his cock had still not felt the stirring, despite our best
efforts to assist him in that area.  That meant he would not be able to
begin schooling for at least another six months and would no doubt feel
lonely during the hours of school although there would be neighbouring boys
for him to play with.

I remember that first day of schooling well even now.  Pratos and I were
given fresh white sleeveless tunics that went over our heads and barely
covered us below the waist where it was tied with a knotted chord.  We were
also given new sandals for our feet and our fathers walked with us the
couple of miles to a white villa that had a courtyard containing a fountain
and a row of simple benches in it.  Other boys were also gathering there
with their fathers, some of the boys I knew, but others were unknown to me.
The numbers were not large, no more than twelve in total, and we all wore
the same white tunics.  We were directed to sit on the courtyard benches
while our fathers remained standing.  It was natural that Pratos and I
should sit together and equally natural that it was with the boys that we
already knew.

When all were seated a figure emerged from the villa and stood in front of
us.  He too was wearing a white toga similar to ours but at his waist was a
leather belt and he also carried a stick.  He appeared to be about thirty
years of age and had a pleasant looking but stern visage and was close to
being six feet in height.  He motioned to us boys to stand and we had
already been instructed by our fathers that we should then bow to him which
we all did.  As I straightened up I could see his eyes wandering around and
studying us intently and I sensed that this was just more than academic
interest.

"Hail Priapus!" suddenly broke forth from his lips.

Boys and fathers replied with the same greeting.

"My name is Primos and I am your teacher.  Your fathers have brought you
here to begin your education and they are placing you in my charge.  They
will leave you now and return for you at the end of the hours of school."

Wordlessly the fathers filed out of the courtyard and were gone.

Primos bade us to sit and he himself sat on a seat in front of us.  I
remember how his short tunic rode up as he did and how the image of our God
between his legs was revealed.  Not only did he make no effort to hide it
but spread his legs apart to make it even more obvious.  A couple of the
boys giggled nervously but a quick tap on the ground with the stick quelled
that.

It was large even though it was not erect and to me was very beautiful and
my eyes feasted upon it, more than they did upon the rest of him.  I felt
my little Cock rising and I knew that I could not hide it, not that I
wanted to hide it from his sight. Pratos and I were sat in the front row
and I glimpsed the material of his tunic also rising so I knew that I was
not alone in my reaction.  A slight smile appeared on the mouth of our new
teacher but there was no answering rising between his firm smooth and
muscular legs.

"Your fathers will have told you about your hours of attendance so I will
not repeat them.  Our rules are simple and few but they must be obeyed and
punishment will follow for those who break them."

All eyes went from his Cock to the stick.  My father had never punished me
and probably many of the boys had never been either as on the whole we had
been well behaved and our fathers had been tender and loving.  But we had
all heard stories from other boys who had attended school about how they
were run on more disciplinary lines and had seen the marks upon some of
their buttocks.  Naturally some boys had boasted about them as trophies but
few were inclined to add to their collection once the marks faded.

Primos continued by reciting the rules.

"Respect your teacher."

"Obey your teacher in all things."

"Stand when you ask or answer a question."

"No fighting."

"No shouting."

"Work hard in everything you do."

He told us to repeat the rules and we ended up saying them several times.

We knew that no excuses would be accepted for claiming that we had
forgotten them.

We also knew that we would not be able to complain to our fathers if we
broke them.  They had been where we were now when they were boys but my
father had never told me about his schoolboy experiences, perhaps he would
tell me more about them at home now.

Primos picked up a slate that was stood on its side by his seat and looked
at it.

"I have given you my name but you shall call me "Teacher Sir" when you
address me.  I shall now call your names one by one.  As I call them you
will stand, address me, come forward and kneel before me and kiss my God
Cock, I will give you my blessing, you will return to your seat and sit
down.  I will then ask the rest of you to repeat the name that you may know
them."

The first name he called was that of Pratos.

Pratos stood and he remembered to say "Teacher Sir."  His Boy Cock was
still rigid as he moved forward and knelt before the chair.  His head moved
down to kiss Primos's God Cock and Primos laid his hands upon his head.

"I accept thee, Pratos, as my pupil in the name of Priapus."

Primos leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.

Pratos stood and turned to walk back to our bench.  There was some giggling
from behind at the sight of his erect Boy Cock but it soon subsided after a
glance from Primos before he could identify the culprits.

Pratos sat down beside me again, his face looking a little flushed.

"Repeat his name," Primos commanded.  Of course it was easy for me but I
repeated it with the rest all the same.

I expected to be next,

But I was disappointed as the next name called turned out to belong to a
boy sat behind me.

"Buttos."

I heard him stand and greet Primos with the required words.

As he walked past me I was conscious of his creamy, though small, buttocks
that were showing beneath his tunic which had risen up whilst he had sat
down and had not pulled down whilst standing again.  After the kissing and
the blessing he turned to reveal that his Boy Cock was also hard, clearly
Priapus was at work in all of us boys, but this time there was no giggling,
clearly one lesson had been learnt.  Again we repeated his name.

I looked at Primos's twice kissed Cock, still no sign of stirring, I found
myself wishing that it would join us boys in Phallic joy (as well as
satisfy our natural curiosity) but there were no signs that it was prepared
to do so.

And so it continued, each boy being called forward, each time I was
expecting to hear my name, each boy displaying an erection as he turned to
return to his seat.

Soon there were but two names left to be called.  Surely mine would be
next!

But no.

The penultimate boy was Niplos.

Perhaps it was the waiting, or his attention had drifted, but only the word
"Teacher" escaped his lips before he moved forward.  The atmosphere
suddenly became very silent at the omission and as Niplos was about to
kneel Primos suddenly rose from his chair.

He did not look angry but rather there was an air of disappointment upon
his face.  Poor Niplos started to shake and he broke out into tears and
sobbing as his omission sank in.

"You have broken one two of the rules Niplos through your simple omission:

"Respect your teacher."

"Obey your teacher in all things."  Primos repeated.

"Yes Teacher Sir" Niplos sobbed.  At least he had remembered the words
correctly now.

"You saw ten of your fellows say those words correctly.  Before I can bless
you I regret I must punish you but because it was a minor rule breakage and
it is you first day I shall not be too harsh with you."

"I shall sit, you shall bend over my lap, and I shall use my hand."

"Yes Teacher Sir," Niplos sobbed submissively and with resignation.

"And afterwards we will then proceed as if nothing had happened."

Primos resumed his seat.  Niplos stood by the left of the chair and then
lowered himself over Primos's lap so that his buttocks were over Primos's
left leg.  Primos lifted the back flap of the tunic so they were completely
exposed.  I would be lying if I did not confess to being excited by the
sight, not only because of the boy's beautiful mounds but because of what
was going to happen and the fact that it was happening to somebody else and
not to me.  I expect the other boys were feeling the same and I could see
Pratos leaning forward slightly.

Primos lifted his outstretched left hand and quickly brought it down on
Niplos's buttocks with a loud smack.  Niplos let out a loud yell as it
stung his buttocks but before he could recover Primos's hand came down
again and he yelled all the more.  This occurred a total of ten times and
we could see his buttocks reddening more with each smack and his yelling
and sobbing had become all the louder.

After the tenth, Primos gently rubbed the boy's buttocks but whether he
noticed or not we did not know as they would be smarting so much.

Primos ordered the boy to stand and he did so, now trying to control his
tears, probably relieved that it was over.

"Now we shall proceed."

Primos walked in front of the chair and knelt.  I could see the kiss; still
no stirring of his God Cock, bit there was a glistening now on the tip
which I took to be Niplos's tears falling on it.

"I accept thee, Niplos, as my pupil in the name of Priapus."

Niplos rose and turned, walking a little stiffly and carefully back to his
seat.  Despite the spanking his Boy Cock was erect and I noted the
beautiful overhang of his foreskin as he very slowly and carefully sat
down, wincing slightly as he did so.

And finally Primos called my name.

I stood and responded "Teacher Sir" with a clear voice; I had no intention
of repeating Niplos's error!

As I knelt my eyes were filled with the vision of the beautiful God Cock –
I noticed that the glistening, however, was not of tears but from the Holy
Nectar of the Eye of Priapus and I made sure that my lips made contact with
it as I kissed and I quickly licked my lips with my tongue.

As he laid his hands upon me I felt that I should close my eyes as I felt
his hands, one of which must still be stinging a little from Niplos's
buttocks, descended on my head.

"I accept thee, Atrios, as my pupil in the name of Priapus."

As I opened my eyes they were greeted with the Phallic manifestation of
Primos's erection.  It was magnificent in its beauty and I shall never
forget the sight, nor the surprise I felt.  I felt the blessing to be extra
special as I rose and turned, knowing my own Boy Cock was rejoicing even
more than it had before and it was tingling in a very pleasant way.

As I took my place and my name was repeated it sounded as if it done in a
respectful way from my fellows who had obviously noticed Primos's erection.
I felt a very special boy indeed and was inwardly crowing that I had
somehow had effect upon the teacher that the others had not.  Of course it
could have been a delayed reaction to his spanking of Niplos, or the
cumulative effect of all our boyish kisses but I have to say that it became
a legend as it was claimed that this had never happened upon the first day
of a new class before with Primos.  That is what he himself told my Father
and he also told the High Priest very soon afterwards.

The first day was spent finding out what we already knew, or what he
thought that we should already know.  When it began to be too hot for us to
be outside he led us into a room in the villa where it was cooler and there
was a table containing bread, cheese, olives and fruit with pitchers of
water and of goat's milk.  He bade us eat and drink and left us for a while
to ourselves.

Being high spirited boys this would normally be a signal to misbehave, play
and chatter and be noisy.  Yet somehow none of us felt the desire t do so
and rather chatted in low voices as we ate and drank.  We were introducing
ourselves to each other, and despite having repeated names earlier, some
did not always get them right.  The boys who seemed to get the most
attention were poor Niplos, who appeared to be recovering from his spanking
quite well, and me for producing the erect state of Primos's God Cock.  How
had I done it?

Of course I could not say that I did not know so I suggested that it could
have been the stroking of Niplos's rump following the spanking or that the
sight of all our hard Boy Cocks had finally had an effect.  But none of
them seemed to believe me so I tried to change the subject to them and how
long since they had felt the stirring of Priapus or other such boyish talk.

Eventually Primos returned and we had eaten to which we all remembered to
reply "yes Teacher Sir."

He instructed us to follow him into another chamber within the villa.  Here
the benches were arranged around the sides and he instructed each of us by
name to sit in a particular seat.  The way he arranged it meant that I was
no longer sitting besides Pratos but between two of the boys I had only
talked with briefly at the meal – Lingos and Anassos.  We were in the
middle of the three rows and were facing the single chair which was
obviously for our Teacher.

"It is often cooler for us to have our afternoon lessons in here my pupils
and the sun will not beat down upon us.  We do not need our tunics to
protect our skin here so stand, remove your tunics and fold them at your
feet."

We did as he bade, loosening the cords around our waists, and stood naked,
in full view of both him and of each other.  Our eyes were wandering and
taking in the view of our naked boy bodies, the chests, abdomens, Boy Cocks
and Boy Ball Sacs and our legs also.  This time our Boy Cocks were all at
rest.  We were not self conscious in any way; we were used to nakedness and
had no shame in it but rather pride.

Without a word Primos undid his belt and lifted his tunic over his head and
folded it, placing it at the foot of his chair.  He sat down and motioned
for us to sit also.

My eyes were feasting upon his nakedness and I knew that his eyes were
feasting on ours also.  Yet somehow at this point it was not erotic but
rather the admiring of beauty which is spiritual and inspiring.

"We will often be naked together my pupils," Primos stated.

"In nakedness there is openness both in teaching and in learning and it is
not just of our bodies but of our minds.  You are young and have much to
learn, I am older and have much to teach, but I too have much to learn.

"When I was a boy, like you are now, I sat naked with a naked teacher and I
had been spanked myself by him for breaking a rule.  For an hour or two I
thought him cruel and resented it yet I realised that it had been for my
own benefit and respected that man very deeply.  He helped me find my way
in what I should do and gave me all the help that I needed.

"I hope that we here will find that mutual respect, not only respect for me
as your Teacher, but also respect for each other.  Our society is built
upon that, from our High Priest to the youngest baby brought from Natos,
and the lessons you learn here will have an influence upon all your lives.
We respect our God Priapus through that respect of each other whether in
worship of Him or in our daily dealings.  Learn that now, as I did then,
and you will discipline yourselves and not need to be chastised."

His words sounded very wise to me.  Looking around at my fellows they
appeared to have heard his words in the same manner and a quick look at the
sweet face of Niplos showed it shining with understanding as if the
resentment to which Primos had referred had been overcome.

"Tomorrow we will begin our work in earnest but today we have come together
and are ceasing to be strangers.  This class is the beginning of a
Brotherhood and although I represent your fathers in your education I am
more of an older brother.  There are things that your fathers must teach
you also and you should accept their teaching and make use of them.  Those
teaching shall begin this night and tomorrow I shall see that enlightenment
showing in your eyes."

Naturally these words created curiosity.  I felt filled with a boyish sense
of wonder and that the world was opening up to me, world of discovery not
only of mind but also of body.

The words I have quoted are shorter than they were delivered and are
clouded by memory but they contain the substance.

In my next writing I shall recount my memory of that night.  My High
Priestly duties are now awaiting me so I dedicate this writing to Priapus
our God and pray His blessing upon my future readers.